Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 7 pension, 100 taels!

Song Ciwan's hand flicked away from the fox demon's body, and he wandered around, feeling a little frightened.

Not for anything else, but it turned out that at the same time she was in contact with the fox demon, the other handymen in the grass washroom also began to come into contact with the demon corpses assigned to them.

One of the handymen got a black clepsydra. The clepsydra looked as big as two palms. The pitch-black pot was covered with dark purple meridians like blood vessels. It's weird and scary——

The handyman picked up the clepsydra with both hands and dipped it into the herbal wash liquid. The next moment, his feet slipped suddenly, and for some reason, he suddenly jumped forward.

"Ah!" a handyman on his right exclaimed.

Hearing the sound of splashing water, the handyman cleaning the clepsydra fell headlong into the water tank in front of him!
Song Ciwan stood on his left side, just like this, he watched the man's bare feet kick up suddenly.

It was just such a kick, and then the people in the water tank remained silent.

"Ah! Ah!" There was another scream in the grass washroom.

Several handymen even squatted on the ground, holding their heads and crying in fright.

Manager Hu rushed in with his guards, and some of the guards stretched out their hands to drag the person out of the water tank, and threw him on the ground with a puff.

"It's already dead." Manager Hu frowned and said, "I need to recruit again, trouble! You..."

He pointed at Song Ciwan next to him. It wasn't that Song Ciwan was conspicuous, but mainly because he was nearby.

Song Ciwan's training time is too short for a drop in the ocean, and it's not even a beginner's level. At most, it can reduce her sense of existence. As for making people turn a blind eye to her under any circumstances, there is still a long way to go.

Manager Hu assigned Song Ciwan to take over cleaning the magical clepsydra, and then the guards carried the dead servant away.

In the grass washing room, there were still people weeping.

Manager Hu said impatiently: "Why are you crying? If you don't want to do it, just leave immediately. If you don't leave, just work hard. If you can't finish today's work, turn around and die!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a whip from his waist and slapped it on the ground.

With just one blow, the floor of the stone slab was ripped apart an inch or so deep.

What kind of power is this?The servants all fell silent, and Song Ciwan was also shocked.

Guanshi Hu looks like a big belly, but he still has this hand.

While Song Ciwan silently cleaned the fox corpse, he couldn't help secretly comparing his own situation.

In terms of cultivation methods, the Zuowang Heart Sutra practiced by Song Ciwan should be a very high-level immortal heart method.She also has a ray of true energy now, and according to the realm of the immortal cultivation system, she has entered the stage of entraining energy into the body.

Refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to transform spirit, refining spirit to return to emptiness, refining emptiness to combine Taoism.

These are the four major stages of immortal cultivation. Introducing qi into the body is only the first stage, and one has not even stepped into the state of transforming qi.

With this level of cultivation, no matter how advanced the skills are, he can only be a rookie.

What's more, Song Ciwan still lacks attack methods, and he doesn't know any escapism, talismans, and various methods of immortals.

Oh, it's really far, far away!
Song Ciwan suddenly felt a sense of sincerity and fear, and now he worked harder and harder, but secretly made up his mind: The world is so dangerous, who am I to care for?

She lowered her head and washed a four-foot-long fox carcass completely, then pulled it up from the water tank with all her strength, and put it on the drying rack beside it.

The water that washed the demon's corpse ticked down, and Song Ciwan's hand wiped the fox's eyes that refused to close until he died. The next moment, the scale of heaven and earth reappeared.

Hey, this...

Nothing appeared on the weighing pan this time, but there was a scene that vaguely passed into Song Ciwan's mind like an old movie.

what?
——The protagonist in the picture is a wild fox in the mountains. It didn't know anything about the world, but only knew how to run loosely in the mountains, sleep with the heaven and the earth in its arms, and eat the essence of the sun and the moon.

Until one day it accidentally fell into a hunter's trap and was rescued by Cuiniang, a peasant girl who was passing by collecting herbs.

Cuiniang is a simple and kind-hearted farm girl. Although her life is poor, she is never greedy. Seeing that the little fox is pitiful and cute, and seems to have spirituality, she can't bear to hurt it.

She not only released the little fox from the trap, but also quietly took it home, fed it and healed its wounds.

Over such a period of time, the relationship between one person and one fox gradually deepened, and gradually they even developed a sense of being together.

The accident happened suddenly, and Xiaohu will never forget that day in his life.

A group of menacing slaves rushed into Cui Niang's house, and a man dressed as a bride said: "Young lady is so lucky, Xu Yuanwai in the north of the city has a relationship with you, and I would like to take you home to be the seventh housewife!"

What is Mrs.Isn't that a concubine?

Cuiniang would rather be a poor man's wife than a rich family's concubine.

But she never expected that her elder brother owed a large amount of gambling debts in the gambling house, and he just wanted to use her to pay back the money, so how could she refuse?
The parents cried, the elder brother urged, the gongs and drums sounded, and the suona sounded. Cui Niang covered her pink hijab and was helped onto the sedan chair.

The little fox's mana is low and his injuries are still unhealed, so he can't fight against many powerful slaves, so he can only hide under Cuiniang's skirt quietly, board the sedan chair with her, and then endure the torment of fate.

From then on, the beautiful and prosperous courtyard became the abyss where Cuiniang fell.She was angry and unwilling at first, then dazzled, and then addicted to madness.

That's right, the world is obviously so colorful, so why can't she indulge in it?
They snatched her, and they suppressed her, humiliated her, despised her, and tortured her!During those days and nights when she was being ridiculed and treated as a plaything, she was clearly dressed in brocade, but she often suffered from hunger and her cloak was exposed to snow...

What kind of reason is this?
Since there is only vicissitudes in the world, she would rather give her heart to a demon!
The little fox with low mana grew up rapidly under Cui Niang's painstaking feeding.

The Xu family in the north of the city began to have frequent strange incidents, and one enemy after another died strangely.Until Cuiniang's resentment became more and more serious, the little fox spirit filled Xu's house, and Xuan Deng was alarmed!
That night, the little fox devoured Cuiniang's flesh and blood, and fought desperately with the demon-killing guard who was holding a blood-piercing knife.

The demonic aura boiled and boiled, the little fox was as fast as the wind, and its sharp claws were everywhere. The captain who killed the devil picked up a policeman behind him and threw it at the little fox.

The sharp claws cut through Zao Li's body, Zao Li screamed in pain, blood spattered three feet high.

Captain Mo Zhu's long knife turned forward, and after drinking the person's blood, the light of the knife rose sharply in an instant, and the bloody knife came out.

In the little fox's world, this knife is the last light it can see.

Afterwards, the world fell into darkness, and there seemed to be Cuiniang's laughter and cries in a trance, as well as the faint sentence of the captain who killed the devil: "The one who sacrificed will follow the old rules, and the compensation will be 100 taels..."

What, the little fox doesn't understand, and it doesn't bother to understand.It died, together with Cui Niang in its womb.

Beside the drying rack, Song Ciwan, who had read this video like a revolving lantern, was suddenly stunned, his heart beating like a drum.

Some previously ignored information struggled to break ground at this moment.

Did the Zao official die for killing demons, or for sacrificial swords?

The customary pension is 100 taels, but Song Youde's pension is only 50 taels!
Song Ciwan took a step back, and there was another cloud of gray-black and translucent golden light on the weighing pan of the heaven and earth scales that appeared in front of him: [Cui Niang's obsession, human desire, resentment and hatred, love and separation... Three catties and four liang, Can be traded. 】

(End of this chapter)