Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 1 A Weak Chicken Cook

The north wind whistling, seems to be mixed with cold blades, blowing everything withered.

On a desolate valley path with only some rocks, Yu Ziqing tightened a cloak that was made up of several layers of black cloth, and a black dog fur hat was wrapped around his head, only a pair of squinted eyes were exposed. He shrank to the middle of the team and raised his head quietly. Take a glance.

At the back of the team, there were [-] or [-] goats, most of which were skinny and skinny. In addition, there were six long-haired cattle carrying supplies.

On both sides of the team, there were seven or eight skinny, black and thin men, their necks slightly shrunk, looking listlessly at the flock of sheep.

At the front of the line, four men with shiny black skin and hair like felt rode tall horses, wearing only animal skin waistcoats, but they were still steaming in the freezing weather.

Just getting closer, Yu Ziqing felt that it was not so cold anymore.

The man with the snake tattoo tattooed on his face on the right seemed to notice Yu Ziqing approaching, and glanced back, speaking a foreign dialect with a strong tongue-tattling sound, he didn't know what he was talking to his companion.

Yu Ziqing lowered his head, pretending he didn't understand. Anyway, with his heels, he knew that these guys definitely couldn't spit any good shit out of their mouths.

After listening to a few words, the four strong men shifted the topic away from Yu Ziqing and chatted on their own.

Yu Ziqing lowered his head, as if he was afraid of the cold, and followed closely behind the four big men.

After half an hour, seeing the snow starting to fall in the sky, the man on the right with the snake tattoo tattooed on his face turned his head to stare at Yu Ziqing, and said in a slightly stiff accent.

"I'm hungry, burn the meat."

"Oh." Yu Ziqing responded, secretly thinking, thanks to my quick learning of Mandarin, otherwise such simple words would not be understood with a slight accent.

Walking to a leeward mountain col, four strong men got off their horses to set up a tent, drove the cattle and sheep into the innermost part of the mountain col, and then turned to look at Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing remained expressionless, and went to the crevices of the rocks to find some remaining dry weeds to start the fire.

After a while, Yu Ziqing took out the frozen hard meat, sliced ​​it into pieces with a guillotine, and spread it on the hot stone slab. Soon, the fat sizzled and the aroma began to permeate.

Four tall and thick men pulled their cheeks and stuffed them violently. Yu Ziqing roasted for a long time, and was eaten up without even half a cup of tea.

After they were full, they drank the bad wine from the animal skin wine bag, and the strong men continued to speak in that foreign dialect with a strong tongue-tattling sound.

After drinking and eating enough, the three strong men were slightly tipsy from drinking, fell down by the tent, wrapped in animal skins and fell asleep, snoring like thunder, only the strong man with snake pattern was still sitting by the campfire.

Yu Ziqing looked at the empty stone slab, stepped aside silently, took out a piece of dry naan from his bosom, boiled some hot water to soften it, and then swallowed it slowly.

And those black-haired men came over quietly, scraped off the grease debris left on the slate with dry pancakes, and scrambled voraciously.

Yu Ziqing sighed secretly, didn't say anything, and stood up clutching his lower abdomen. Seeing this, the strong man with snake pattern waved his hand impatiently.

Walking out of the mountain depression and reaching the downwind outlet, Yu Ziqing finished draining the water, looked around, and sighed secretly.

It's really bad luck.

To be honest, when he first came to this world and found out that it was an ancient background, Yu Ziqing was still quite worried, not about himself, but about others.

I'm afraid that if I soak Ollie, I will create a plague that can wipe out the entire city.

Then, he thought too much.

He had never seen the city at all.

Less than three days after landing, I saw a new sun rising in the sky, and the dazzling light expanded exponentially.

Thanks to his quick reaction, he found a cover immediately, otherwise he would be blinded by the strong light on the spot.

Disaster has come.

After a month of hard work, the so-called city was not found, and the village was finally found, but it was all barren, with no living people to be found.

It was not easy not to die of thirst and starvation for more than a month.

It was not easy to see a living person, but it turned out to be four robbed strongmen.

After marching in the team for a month, the old scholar who taught him Mandarin in the team at that time had disappeared.

The bastard who wanted to be a dog's leg and embrace the thigh of a strong man has disappeared.

Even several women disappeared after Yu Ziqing woke up.

At that time, according to the strong man with the snake pattern face, anyone who wants to run can run freely, but the land with a radius of three or four hundred miles is barren, and the weather is so cold. Without the resources in the hands of the strong man, it may not be possible to survive for three days .

Yu Ziqing didn't intend to run away either. When the disappearing old scholar taught him Mandarin, he taught him some foreign languages. In addition, Yu Ziqing started from scratch and listened to him, and he could basically understand it.

It's okay to eavesdrop on the chats of those strong men, and the conclusion is that these strong men are traffickers who went to the mine, and this year's weather is abnormal, the cold is very early, and it is getting colder every day.

What disasters happened in the past few months, and today, let alone a radius of five hundred miles, it is difficult to find a village in a thousand miles.

Telling these trafficked people that there is no man's land within a radius of three or four hundred miles, Yu Ziqing reckoned that these bums definitely dug a hole on purpose to give people some hope of escape.

Based on experience, the temperature is now almost twenty degrees below zero, and it is getting colder and colder. He is not sure that in this situation, he will be a headless fly to travel a thousand miles that is completely unfamiliar... No, it may be bigger No man's land.

Let's survive first.

Of course, he also knew that he couldn't escape.

Back at the col, Yu Ziqing bent his body slightly, wrapped himself in a patchwork cloak, and lay on the side of the campfire.

Not long after, half asleep and half awake, I vaguely saw a figure wriggling.

Yu Ziqing remained motionless, breathing evenly, but opened his eyes slightly, watching quietly.

A man with a black mole on his left face made a half circle around the edge of the camp, picked up a skinny lamb, and squirmed away along the edge.

With the faint light of the bonfire, Yu Ziqing could still see that the lamb hung its head, wondering if it was dead.

As soon as this person left the temporary camp, he saw several other figures quietly following behind him, and they left quietly gesturing.

In the camp, even the strong man with the snake pattern who was keeping watch last night had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Yu Ziqing sighed secretly, with a complicated expression on his face. He didn't know whether to admire the courage of these people, or lament their future fate.

Sure enough, when these people had not walked more than ten feet away, Yu Ziqing saw a black rope on the ground, swimming like a black snake, and followed it with a soft rustling sound.

The man carrying the lamb stumbled, stumbled and fell down. He put his hands on the ground and was about to stand up when the skinny lamb on his back turned into a piece of sheepskin silently and covered him. body.

The black rope approaching quietly was also wrapped around his neck at this moment.

A seven-foot man was dragged by the black rope without any suspense and sank into the shadows.

"What... what..."

Accompanied by frightened bleating sounds in the night, the bonfire suddenly became blazing, and under the light, I saw that in the shadow, the snake-printed man had already stood in the shadow at some point.

In one hand he was leading a black rope, and at the other end he was leading a white goat.

There is a round black hair on the left face of the goat.

The shape is like the black hair mole on the left face of the man before.

Seeing the strong man with snake pattern walking out of the shadows with a sneer, the remaining few people, with panic on their faces, waved the small knife they did not know where they got, and stabbed the strong man with snake pattern.

"Ding."

There was a sound of gold and iron clanging, but the knife was pierced where it was still glowing with oil, and the skin was not broken.

The flames of the burning bonfire subsided again, and everything was hidden in the shadows again.

After a while, Yu Ziqing saw the strong man with snake pattern come back, holding seven or eight skinny goats with black ropes in his hand.

Everything was quiet, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

In the middle of the night, it seemed to be colder than yesterday.

Yu Ziqing woke up abruptly from the cold, so he could only get closer to the bonfire, and also to those human-shaped stoves, finally feeling less cold.

Just here, there is no sleepiness.

Taking advantage of the firelight, Yu Ziqing took out a yellowed book, and then took out the blackened coke as a charcoal pencil to write and draw on the book.

The vigilant snake-striped burly man sat by the bonfire, glanced at it, and saw the words "recipe" on the cover of the book, then turned his head and took out a black scorpion and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yu Ziqing opened the menu, most of which were words with very complicated strokes, and in the gaps between the lines, there were also familiar Chinese characters written in tiny characters.

Code Name: Serpentine Tattooed Face.

Real name: Hurghada (transliteration), original text **** (blacked out).

Identity: A member of the Bantu tribe (destroyed), Ren Yazi, a cannibal cultivator, and an informant on the seventh floor (unknown force).

Main experience: The tribe was destroyed, wandering in the wilderness, and accidentally got a book of fragments called "Five Poisons of Changwen", which opened the way of human teeth to practice evil.

Often eat poisonous substances (there are many poisonous insects, snakes and ants in the supplies, which are necessary for practice).

Cultivate evil methods and create animals.

The control rope, the black rope is actually woven with hair mixed with unknown species of wool, and it is a necessary magic weapon for the evil method of making animals.

After that, Yu Ziqing continued to add:

Invulnerable to swords and guns, it is not practiced horizontally by the body, and it is not resisted by Qi. It needs to be ingested and nourished by poison, which can also be used as blue medicine.

I just saw this one. I have seen it many times to practice by eating poison, but it is his speculation that I eat poison immediately after taking the shot as a blue medicine to quickly replenish consumption.

After writing this page, in the cracks of the entire page of recipes, information about the strong man with snake patterns was written in tiny characters, densely packed and extremely detailed.

After finishing all this, Yu Ziqing put the recipe in his arms, and glanced at the rusty sword in his arms. The blade and scabbard had rusted to death and were completely scrapped.

But at this moment, in the gap between the rusted dagger blade and the scabbard, some rust stains turned into dust, falling off silently.

Yu Ziqing's heart suddenly relaxed, and his body, which had been tense and curled up, seemed to finally dare to relax a little at this moment.

It is very necessary to collect information bit by bit and understand those strong men under normal circumstances, not to mention that it is still related to his trump card to save his life.

Although he is just an ordinary person, no, now he is a hungry, frozen, half-dead chicken who is not even as good as an ordinary person who is full of food and drink.

But as long as he knows some necessary information about the opponent, then he is almost invincible to the opponent as long as he makes a move.

After several months of groping, until today, the triggering condition for the snake-printed man was finally reached.

Unfortunately, the current classification is still relatively rough.

It can only be temporarily classified as real name, identity, origin, major method, specialty, or hole card.

However, it is uncertain how specific each requirement should be. Yu Ziqing even felt that there might be some requirements that he did not classify.

Yu Ziqing raised his head to look at the snake-patterned man, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally relaxed a little from his tense nerves. At least from now on, his life will not be completely in the hands of others.

Take out a charcoal pencil, black out all the small characters, and only fill in the beginning.

"Snake pattern man, harmless."

Continue to the next page. All the information on this page has been blacked out, leaving only one sentence.

"Scarface man, harmless."

Turn two more pages, same thing.

Yu Ziqing tightened his cloak and fell asleep by the campfire.

This time, he slept a lot more peacefully.

In a blink of an eye, Yu Ziqing was woken up.

This is to continue on the road.

After a quick glance, sure enough, the few black men left from yesterday are all gone.

As for the sheep in the flock, if you count them carefully, there are a few more.

After marching again into the night, and continuing to find a place to rest, the snake-striped man seemed relieved, pointed to the looming mountains in the distance, and said with a big grin.

"We'll be there soon, mine."

Yu Ziqing also seemed relieved, and grinned.

According to what these powerful people said when they communicated in foreign dialects, since the disaster, and today, it is conservatively estimated that this mine is the only place in the area of ​​more than a thousand miles that is considered inhabited.

Or, this is the only place that is relatively stable, at least there is food, water to drink, and a place to shelter from the wind and snow.

A kind of ore called Jinlan can be mined in this mine. The output accounts for more than [-]% of all the ores produced in the world, and the remaining less than half are scattered all over the world.

Yu Ziqing didn't know exactly what it would do. He just heard that this item was just in demand and would never be in short supply for the high-status and nagging ascetics of the Southern Dagan God Dynasty.

With this kind of benefit, it is impossible for that mine to become a place where there are no people.

It's just that the desolate and uninhabited land of more than a thousand miles under the feet was not included in the territory of the Daqian Dynasty due to various reasons that Yu Ziqing hadn't figured out yet.

Yu Ziqing guessed that maybe this gave those strongmen the basis for kidnapping and trafficking.

It's a pity that the overall environment is getting worse and worse. Even these strongmen plan to go to other places after finishing this vote. On the contrary, it is the least.

Today, if you walk dozens of miles, you can’t even see a rabbit. The plants that can be eaten are either frozen to death or withered.

Along the way, except for dry bones, it is rare to see anything, at least it was not like this before.

into the night.

Yu Ziqing stood on the edge of the flock, with his back to the four strong men, holding a palm-sized naan bread in his hand, and handed it to the mouth of a skinny old sheep, murmuring.

"Eat something, first survive, then there is hope."

The old sheep bleated twice, took a few mouthfuls of pancakes, and drank some water from Yu Ziqing.

At this moment, the strong man with the snake pattern came over, pointed at Yu Ziqing, then pointed at the skinny old sheep, and yelled twice impatiently.

"Hurry up, bring it here."

Yu Ziqing paused, and his eyes changed instantly.

It's a pity that he has been squinting, his face is black and gray, plus the dead skin sticking to his face after not washing for a long time, plus the dog fur hat covering his head, no one can tell from his face what.

Yu Ziqing sighed secretly, and turned around slowly.

whispered.

"This sheep is old and thin. It can't cut two catties of meat. It doesn't taste good. Isn't there a few fatter sheep?"

To be honest, under normal circumstances, Yu Ziqing really couldn't tell which of this flock of sheep were the victims of the evil method of making animals and which were real sheep.

But here, he can really tell the difference at a glance.

In this frigid wasteland today, except for strong people like strong men, it is impossible to see ordinary people who are fat and strong.

After a few months, no matter how they were before, no matter how dead they are now, they will definitely become thinner one by one.

As for those who are not thin, they will not be reduced to victims of animal production.

Hearing this, the strong man with snake pattern grinned, pointed at Yu Ziqing and laughed.

"That's right, there are indeed fatter ones here."

While speaking, the black rope tied around his waist disappeared without knowing when.

Hearing this, Yu Ziqing immediately understood that this was done on purpose.

I'm about to reach my destination, and my value as a chef is far less than that of a sheep.

I want to find a relatively stable place to stay first, and then plan the plan, but it will not go smoothly after all.

Yu Ziqing gently pushed the old sheep, and said directly.

"Old man, stay away, blood will splatter on your body for a while, in this damn weather, if you get wet, it will be fatal."

The old sheep bleated twice, seeing Yu Ziqing's eyes with mourning, bleating and wailing, he understood that this was Yu Ziqing's death and he didn't want to hook him up.

It's a pity that Yu Ziqing couldn't hold back, and was pushed into the flock by Yu Ziqing, and was carried away by the flock.

Yu Ziqing turned his head, walked out slowly, and slowly took out the rusty dagger from his arms with one hand.

The strong man with the snake pattern couldn't help laughing, he wasn't afraid that Yu Zi would see something early in the morning, and he didn't even want to hide anything on purpose.

The black rope had already dragged a piece of sheepskin and appeared behind Yu Ziqing.

The black rope dragged the sheepskin and rushed up. Yu Ziqing drooped his eyelids, holding the scabbard in his left hand and the dagger in his right, and pulled it out forcefully.

In an instant, a sword light flashed across the rusty dagger. With an afterimage, the dagger directly chopped the sheepskin and black rope into two pieces.

Accompanied by the black rope struggling and howling like a living thing.

The rust on the dagger fell off layer by layer, and the dagger turned into a silver frost sword covered with water patterns in an instant, exuding a cold light.

And Yu Ziqing's slightly hunched body slowly straightened up, and within the frail body, a cold murderous intent, accompanied by fiery blood, burst out of thin air.

The eyes that had been squinting slightly opened suddenly, like the eyes of the stars, as if there was a dazzling sun shining.

Without saying a word, Yu Ziqing drew his sword and rushed forward, his body was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and when he saw the light of the sword, he had already passed by.

A human head soared into the sky accompanied by hot and smelly blood.

On the face of the strong man with snake patterns, there was still the astonishment and bewilderment before he died.

He didn't even think about it until he died, why he was a temporary cook with decayed energy and blood, skinny as a stick, and a powerless hand.

Suddenly, how did such a terrifying power burst out?

After getting along day and night for so many days, none of them felt the slightest bit strange.

　Newcomers and new books, please pay more attention, Chapter 1more than 5000 words, thank you.

　　
　
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