The Emperor of the Human Race, a Versatile Mage

Chapter 144 Yuehua died in the sand and arrived at the village

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The hunting duo of Short Man and Fang Youmiao had arrived early and were waiting for Jiang Zhao.

"Good morning, boss, shall we set off now?"

"Well, let's go."

Seeing that Jiang Zhao came empty-handed, the short man said, "Okay, we've prepared everything we need along the way."

Maybe he didn't expect Jiang Zhao to have a magic storage device. After all, magic storage devices are not cheap. They can easily cost tens of millions, and ordinary mid-level mages don't have the capital to buy them.

During the day, the ancient capital is peaceful and peaceful. Walking out of the gate of the ancient capital, you can step onto the land where you can always see fine bone sand.

In broad daylight, all the undead people sleep in the tombs. It is still very safe in the wild. Because of the presence of the undead, even monsters will not wander around this area casually.

The only thing you have to be careful about are some ferocious plants or poisonous insects. You also have to be careful about poisonous snakes. These cold-blooded animals are the rare monsters that can run around in the tomb without being attacked by the undead.

Jiang Zhao did some homework before coming and knew that the direction to Yangyang Village was not far from the Qinling Mountains, so he had to be careful of the feathered demons in the sky when he left the city.

The feather demon is a kind of demon that regards the sky as its territory. If you fly over their territory or hunting territory rashly, it will be regarded as a provocation, so it is not good to fly over directly. After all, Song Qiming did not follow.

A group of three people could only walk to the first dangerous village, Yangyang Village.

The farther away from the ancient capital you go to Xianchi, the more fine bone sand there is in the land, and some bone sand even reflects a faint brilliance in the sunlight.

Jiang Zhao grabbed a handful of sand, which contained a slightly larger grain of gravel. The system actually gave an appraisal price of 2 essences.

He swept away the other gravel, leaving only this grain of rice-sized bone sand, and asked, "Are there many such things?"

The short man and Fang Youmiao glanced at each other, "Ah, this is bone sand that has absorbed the essence of death and moonlight. There should be a lot of it, but generally only the undead will continue to search for it every night, and there are also people who come out specifically to hunt for this. I heard that growing Moonflower Death Sand and selling it to necromancers is quite profitable."

"Sold to the Necromancer? Is it used to cultivate undead?"

"Well, this thing contains the nutrients needed by the undead and can strengthen their dead bones and bodies. However, it is difficult to find at ordinary times. It will only become more obvious at night, so it is not easy to find."

The short man knew a lot. Jiang Zhao chatted with him about the customs and customs of the ancient capital along the way.

"By the way, boss, I went back yesterday to search your Shanyinzhiyan. I didn't know if I didn't search. I was shocked when I searched. You do tens of billions of big business every day!"

The short man was searching for Shanyin Flame, and all he saw were several major military departments announcing their cooperation with Shanyin Flame. It was estimated that orders for firearms, magic tools, and magic stone bullets would start at tens of billions.

Such a big company really makes money.

"I read that some people on the Internet reported that your magic equipment is very easy to use, but there is no video. How can it be used so well?" the short man asked curiously.

"It's just to help cast intermediate magic, but I can cast several at once without drawing a star map."

"No need to draw a star map? That's pretty cool."

The mage must connect the stars before casting a spell, which often gives demons and undead an opportunity to take advantage of it. If you can directly throw the magic at them without drawing the star map, the mages are not too afraid of demons and undead of the same level. No matter how hard you are, Can it be as hard as magic?
As they walked along, their speed was not slow. After all, they were all mages, and their physical strength was far superior to that of ordinary people.

We rested and ate something on the way, and arrived at Yangyang Village at around four o'clock in the afternoon. "Boss, you have good physical strength. In the past, when we led the team, we had to stop several times to rest. This time, we didn't even take a break except for eating."

The short man was naturally very happy, because if they didn't rest for too long along the way, they wouldn't have to spend the night in the wild.

At night, this land is home to the undead.

They stood on a hillside. Fang Youmiao, a taciturn man, pointed to a small village surrounded by mountain streams and said, "Look, that's Yangyang Village."

The short man said to Jiang Zhao at this time: "Boss, Weiju Village is isolated from the outside world and has its own rules. We all must abide by them. I want to make this clear to you first."

"Well, I see, let's go down."

Walking down this hillside, you will find Yangyang Village. The village is not big. It looks like there are less than a hundred households. It has mountains on one side and water on the other. There is not much bone sand around it. It seems that even without the water of Kunjing For shelter, the undead generally don’t come here.

Their arrival attracted the attention of the people in the village. A man ran back from the entrance of the village and soon came out with several people.

The leader was an old farmer who looked about 50 years old, but he had an obvious magical aura and was a mid-level mage.

"Village Chief, I'm back!" Fang Youmiao walked at the front. He is half a villager living in danger. One of his parents is from the village.

"Village Chief, I'm disturbing you again."

The short man also smiled and greeted him, then turned to introduce Jiang Zhao, "Boss, this is the village chief Fang Gufang of Yangyang Village. Don't worry if you live here, no undead will come."

Then he introduced to the village chief Fang Gu: "Village chief, this is Leng Feng, the boss of the magic tools company, who is here to find materials for making magic tools."

"Oh, from the magic tool company, please come in."

Village chief Fang Gu looked Jiang Zhao up and down.

And Jiang Zhao could feel anxiety, anger, powerlessness and other negative emotions from him.

Most of the Kunjing water that protects them has been stolen in the past period. As the village chief, can he not be anxious?
But he was impatient, and Fang Youmiao and Short Man were quite happy.

Fang Youmiao has been away from the village for a while. This time he came back with a lot of gifts for everyone. His package was also the largest. He gave out gifts to everyone as soon as he returned to the village.

Being a hunter is quite profitable. After all, it is a dangerous job. The commission is much higher than that of ordinary white-collar workers in the city. It doesn't cost much to buy some gifts.

However, the reputation among relatives in your hometown is different. Everyone knows that you have gone out and made a lot of money.

The short man pestered the village chief and other villagers to buy gray garlic as soon as he arrived.

Gray garlic only grows in the heaps of the undead. In places where the aura of death is strong, only the villagers of Weiju Village who drank the water from Kunjing dare to pick it, so the short man always buys it from them.

However, villagers in Weiju Village are not often able to pick gray garlic. Only some experienced villagers know some places with a strong sense of death and will collect them regularly.

But if they want to travel a long way, or visit relatives or something, they will give it to others, and rarely sell it. The short man also begged his grandfather and grandma, and then secretly stuffed the money with him, and then he took some gray garlic from the hands of these villagers.

(End of this chapter)