Chapter 0145: Soul Contract

"If you have more skills, you should work harder." Haoren said proudly that the eyebrows above the star's eyes were almost upright on his hair.

Bianhu left, and the leaderless disciples of the border valley suffered heavy losses under the joint siege of Infernal Affairs and Dafeng Sect. Except for several high-level and clever disciples who could escape, all of them were slaughtered and their bodies fell from the air like raindrops... extremely miserable.

"Boss, do you want to launch an offensive against the border valley?" Brother Sharp is ready to try. The operational plan for the veins and strongholds in various parts of the border valley has already been formed, and the personnel arrangements are also in place. It can be said that everything is ready, and only the orders of Hao people are owed.

"No!" Haoren resolutely rejected this proposal and patiently explained: "When the Three Gates were dispatched, they were ready to fail, and all places had already been arranged to guard against our attack. If we take action, once we fail and someone is caught, the three families will not fight.

The disappointment on Brother Sharp's face flashed by and said, "Don't do what the enemy wants us to do." His words are always in one sentence.

"Hmm." Haoren patted Brother Sharp on the shoulder and smiled, "Anyway, the separation is successful. Let the three parties fight to the death. Let's just sit and watch the big play. When the vitality of the three families is greatly damaged, it is time for us to take action. This guy said: It's not a trivial matter that the master's body was destroyed in the Yuanying period. I don't know how good the relationship between the four families is. Will they fight...

Can I get what I want? Haoren is looking forward to it.

Xumi space, underground cell. Through the live broadcast, the prodigal son of the border city saw the scene where the robot Hao was killed and the body of the tiger was destroyed. Suddenly, it was like entering an ice cave, and his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help trembling. Some timid people have been lying on the ground, and their lower bodies are smelly. They muttered to themselves: I don't want to die...

Ants are still alive, not to mention the people who are most afraid of death?

The door of the heavy cell was pushed open, and the ferocious Hao people slowly stepped into the dark cell. The heavy and slow footsteps, like the footsteps of death, knocked in the souls of the border valley and infernal disciples, making their scalp numb and their mouths astringent...

Cold glanced at these prisoners, Haoren, who became a tough man, shook the flesh on his face and waved a long whip in his hand.

The crisp whip sounded in the quiet cell... so harsh and frightening.

A dozen prisoners trembling all over, their bodies were soft, and they collapsed on the ground with a pale face and could no longer stand.

"Forgive my life!" The captive who stood still strong knelt down like a jade pillar, nodding like a chicken pecking rice.

"Your teachers, regardless of your comfort, killed our most powerful Mr. Li Huai and Li!" Haoren, who bragged and didn't need to make a draft, opened his mouth and lied: "What's the use of not killing you?"

How can we say that the prodigal son of the border city is the most popular with the leader? It is his ability to observe words and colors. He listens to his words, knows his meanings, and is ecstatic when he hears the words. He hurriedly knelt down and hurriedly said, "We deserve to die, but at this point, it is useless to kill us. The little one is willing to atone for his sins. Please raise your hand and let us go.

The other prisoners suddenly realized that even those who were lying on the ground suddenly bulged their strength and abandoned them one after another. They nodded like a rattle: "Little willing to do the work of dogs and horses, please raise your hand and let us go." Some people kowtowed violently, and kowtowed the extremely hard bluestone floor, with blood stains on their foreheads.

Haoren didn't say anything and looked coldly at the humble performance of this group of guys until he saw everyone's hair creepy before he slowly said: "Actually, I'm a good man..."

Bullshit! Everyone scolded together. It was miserable enough to be imprisoned in this dark dungeon. The most miserable thing is to take this guy out as a sandbag every day... It is also known as: exercise and improve the ability to resist strikes. Isn't this bullying? Although he thought so, no one dared to show it and echoed with his flattery. One was louder and the other was more fleshy, for fear that the flattery would not be strong enough.

People with low culture can only say "good people, great good people, big good people."

Cultural high, even "sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting ant life, cherishing the moth gauze lamp..." Wait for all the poems to be used...

In the cell, the tide of flattery sounded... Unwitting people heard it and thought that a group of powerful ministers were flattering the emperor. Hearing this, Haoren was disgusted and almost vomited.

"I'm really that good?" Haoren's secluded voice appeared to come from nine days away, floating with a faint sadness: "Then why can't I pick up girls?"

Praise God and let you cut off your children and grandchildren!

The prisoners praised together.

The prodigal son of the border city stared at Haoren with a serious face and said with a heavy face, "Mr. If it's a mistake to be handsome, then the prince has made a mistake again and again."

Svomit... The prisoners reversed their abdomen and looked straight at the face of the fierce and ferocious Haoren. They almost spit it out and sighed in their hearts: "It's really wrong again and again..." In private, they gave a thumbs up to the prodigal son of the border city: This is good!"

MD, disgusting... The shameless flattery of the prodigal son of the border city made Haoren goose bumps all over, and the spoof was completely gone. He said with a smile, "Okay, I'll let you go this time and atone for your sins in the future."

Suddenly, cheers surged up in the cell, which was deafening... At this time, Haoren said a word lightly, making the cheers stop, and the cells were silent. That sentence is: "Give your soul, otherwise today will be your anniversary next year."

For those who practice truth, the soul means everything. The soul is sacrificed, and from then on, the life of the family will always be in the hands of others, allowing them to take away their life and death. But this method is too vicious and will suffer God's punishment. Ordinary people dare not use it. People who have been trying to control this group of people happen to get a secret book with the four leaders of the four mythical beasts, which record this kind of secret book.

Similarly, although this secret method is against the sky, the cultivation of those who want to be used is far better than that of those who are used, otherwise they cannot succeed. And the zombie array can help Hao people achieve this goal. Of course, Haoren will not be so stupid and take risks to do this kind of thing against the way of heaven, but life can.

It's better to die than to live... The prodigal son of the border city sighed slightly and knelt down.

Haoren sneered and shouted softly, "The soul contract." Then his hands kept changing. Brother Sharp commanded more than 600 scattered repairs, injected huge power into Hao people, and then pulled a trace of silk out of the body of the prodigal son in the border city.

The muscles of the prodigal son of Biancheng were twisted, and there was a sad howling in his throat. He lay on the ground and rolled around. He looked extremely painful, and even Hao couldn't stand it. Of course, after life processing, from the perspective of the prisoners, the prodigal son of the border city looked like he wanted to die.

The prodigal son in the border city regretted so much that his intestines were green. But there is no regret medicine in the world, never. When he was blinded by greed and took action against Haoren, the end had already been decided.

Before long, the silk in Haoren's hand condensed into a reduced version of the prodigal son of the border city, as cute as Yuanying. Haoren threw it casually and hit the reduced version of the prodigal son of the border city into a body of life. The first time, it was always unskilled and cruel, but the second time, Haoren was much faster, with more than 160 people, and it was all done in just one day and one night.

"When you decided to deal with me, the end was already doomed. This is just retribution." Haoren looked at the shrinking and haggard prisoners with a smile, as if looking at the golden mountains. His eyes were shining and he gently comforted, "Don't worry, as long as you don't betray me, you will always be fine. Call me boss in the future."

"Yes, boss." The captives answered, no matter how much resentment, what's the point? Accept your fate.

The eyes of the prisoners suddenly lit up. I don't know when they were raised from the dungeon and put outside. I don't know when the sealed cultivation on their bodies will be revealed. Before the prisoners saw the sun could cheer, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

The sea of clouds is endless, and the mountains stand in the mountains, floating with countless aura belts. Countless natural treasures are competing to bloom with bright flowers, which is dazzling... The prodigal son of the border city looked at this scene in disbelief, took a strong aura fiercely, and sighed, "Even in the core area of the border valley, the aura is not so strong!"

"Yes." Bian Jian and others echoed one after another. From each other's eyes, everyone sees the same meaning: being forced to sign a soul contract is not necessarily a bad thing, at least it can be cultivated.

At the time of cultivation, even if talent is important, it is also necessary to have abundant aura. Otherwise, how can Dafengzong, Baihuzong and others choose a place with sufficient aura as a mountain gate? Although the other party forced himself to sign a soul contract, after all, he was the first to cultivate himself in such a good place... At this thought, the resistance of the prisoners decreased a lot.

For the first time, they felt that the ugly Haoren was actually quite cute.

Interests can change people's views. This is the reality, the reality of red fruit.

Feering the change in their hearts, Haoren smiled proudly and gently threw out the big radish: "Let's practice here in the future. Here, we don't distinguish between each other, treat each other equally, and decide the treatment according to contributions. The more contributions, the more spiritual stones, elixirs and formulas will be assisted when practicing.

The prodigal son of the border city was bold and asked in a low voice, "What are we going to do?"

Waiting for your words, Haoren gave him an encouraging look and explained: "Daily work includes refining flying swords, magic weapons, etc. Those with high cultivation and sufficient experience can enter the research institute, where the salary is higher. Of course, unlike everyone in the world refining a magic weapon from beginning to end, Haoren is ready to introduce the assembly line production mode... Only in this way can we improve efficiency and ensure the quality of magic weapons.

It's not difficult!

After receiving encouragement, the prodigal son of the border city was much bolder and asked, "The worst thing is how many spiritual stones can you get every month?" In his mind, he had just begun to "atone for his sins", and naturally he was the worst, so he asked the worst question.

Haoren smiled and said no, slowly raised three thumbs.

Many prisoners cheered, and three low-grade spiritual stones were better than before. There are cheers, and naturally there are gloomy ones, such as the prodigal son of the border city, the border sword and others. In the past, they could get at least one middle-grade spiritual stone and 50 lower-grade spiritual stones every month.

The cautious prodigal son of the border city remembered the 10,000 top-grade spiritual stones thrown by Haoren, accompanied by a smiling face, and asked weakly, "Boss, are they three low-grade spiritual stones?"

"No!" Haoren shook his head and smiled more treacherously than the old fox: "It's 300 lower-grade spiritual stones, and the worst of them are 300 lower-grade spiritual stones. Remember, it's the worst." Then, the goods wagged the fox's tail and handed each person a piece of paper detailing everyone's work, specific treatment, punishment terms and confidentiality requirements.

The crow was silent, and the needle could be heard. Each prisoner's face was engraved with the four big words "incredibly", and the last trace of resistance in his heart was gone. For a long time, deafening cheers surged up, and the sky over Xumi space for a long time...

"Buying another group of people. These people are so naive." Haobang curled his lips. This guy completely forgot that he was also one of the people who were bought...

"Boss, Snow White is coming to the soul spider forest!" Mickey quickly sent a message, which destroyed Haoren's good mood.