These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 170 The Secret of Ping Zu

A group of people held up shields to hold back the boss, or it would be more appropriate to describe it as using a human wall to block the boss.

A group of people behind picked up bows and arrows and wildly shot at the wandering evil creatures in the Five Body Realm.

Su Yu Niang scolded:
"Those stupid deserters are so unreliable! Run away, they are so useless!"

"Luckily they managed to hold off the boss, otherwise we would have definitely failed in this dungeon."

"Start clearing the monsters."

"Great evil god, please lend me your strength." A group of Shadow Wine Rice archers shouted mysteriously.

"Archery!"

Phew.

Arrows flew out, a volley of arrows.

Several weak five-body wanderers died instantly, and several young shadow archers crawled up.

"Stand up!"

Several blacksmiths burst into laughter.

We are not who we were back then.

We have practiced Shadow Wine Rice, and in times of war, we can borrow the power of the great master of the manor.

Even if the Crow King came back then, with one volley of bullets, he would have given birth to ten babies and left crying with a big belly.

"what is that?"

"Evil magic."

The two Tribulation Cultivators looked into the distance, with a strong sense of foreboding in their hearts.

They are the ones who bully the weak and fear the strong.

The refugees and monks we met along the way were also soft persimmons that would die if we squeezed them.

If you kill a few of them, the other team will be terrified, beg for mercy, and flee.

This group of humans in front of me looks even less morale-oriented. I killed a few of them before and they were so scared that they ran away.
Suddenly he said that he did not eat people, and ran back, and his morale was suddenly high.

Each of them was not afraid of death at all. They stood in front of the enemy with their shields, using their lives to buy time, looking like brave warriors who were not afraid of sacrifice.

"Break out quickly."

"I'm running low on mana."

The two monks felt something was wrong.

They stepped on the ground and started to fly into the air without caring about anything else.

“We have entered the second stage.”

“They’re flying.”

The blacksmiths were not surprised.

The archers began to raise their bows and arrows and shoot at the sky.

Including the shadow archers that were generated, they also began to raise arrows and shoot.

Both men could feel that their archery skills were terrible, but a few arrows still hit them here and there.

At that moment, an invisible poison began to grow in their bodies, stripping away their souls, as if it was nurturing something.

They had already begun to think of retreating and were about to fly away.

"Cum again!"

they shouted.

Another salvo.

The two Fourth Organ Realm monks eventually fell.

"They are such losers."

"Oh my god, is there something wrong with these four internal organs?"

The two robbery cultivators fell to the ground, feeling humiliated, but they still shouted:

"We surrender, we surrender! We are not robbery cultivators, we are talisman masters, we draw talismans."

"We are just not good at fighting. We have never practiced any combat magic."

When several people heard this, they were overjoyed. They said how could they be such cowards? These two idiots had no combat IQ at all. The brainless Crow King next door was better at using tactics than them.

"Hahaha, we got two."

"I've pulled out some good stuff."

As the voices of various people started to chatter, the two talisman masters became more and more frightened.

They want to beat us?

They are talisman masters and should be respected wherever they go. They thought they could rest assured after revealing their identities.

However, they did not expect that the other party had no respect for their noble profession and wanted to abuse them.

Seeing their terrified faces, the blacksmiths were too lazy to pay any attention to them.

Hack them a few more times to kill their temper.

This will further weaken their souls and bodies, chopping them to the brink of disintegration.

After giving birth to several more cubs, Su Yu Niang still frowned: "It's not enough, let them have a few more! Pregnant women will enter the postpartum weakness period, so as not to go berserk again."

The two wandering cultivators were shocked and terrified when they heard this. What kind of vicious words were these?

How many more children do you want?

They are men, what is the weakness after childbirth?
Sure enough, these people are very abnormal, I had noticed it before.

"My dear heroes, my dear men, please whip us. We can't survive." The middle-aged man pleaded, pointing with a trembling hand at someone's weapon in the distance: a whip.

The blacksmiths sneered, "You guises are ugly, but you have beautiful ideas."

Still ignored them. These ghosts were really useless. How scared were they?

Soon, the two of them gave birth to a few more children, completely weakening them until their souls became transparent, and then they were put in two cages.

This cage was bought by them before.

It can isolate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, preventing the people inside from recovering.

I had originally intended to use it on the card pool NPCs in the inn. If they were disobedient, I would tie them up and teach them a lesson. I didn't expect to use it here first.

After carrying the two cages away, everyone began to clean up the battlefield.

Especially if the bodies of the fallen soldiers are identified personally, it is not a big loss.

Those who were eaten at the beginning were in tears.

After completing the copy, I started to work.

"Oh my god, I thought it was constant."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, where are the other Embers, why aren't they here?"

"You're blowing it so loudly, who was the one running away crying just now?"

"That's how battles work. Victory or defeat is decided in a split second. If the shield soldier had run away just now, we would have all been wiped out."

"That's for sure."

As skilled brick movers at the construction site, they began to clean up all kinds of construction waste with such skill that it was heartbreaking.

The broken paper houses, furniture, and tiles on the ruins were thrown onto a cart and prepared to be transported back to the villa.

It's not just that they love picking up trash, they also plan to study paper houses.

Everyone calmed down immediately and continued to work.

Those two cards were an unexpected gain. I will study them after the ancestor worship is over.

Now we have to build the house quickly!

A group of people started to work, and also started to chat when they had time.

"Speaking of which, I have recently developed a new model of house." The God of Cookery suddenly said while helping to move bricks.

"What house?" Shao Chai Kun asked curiously. "The house of the turbidity vessel." The God of Food lifted up a large piece of the wall and said seriously:

"The current paper house has a shortcoming, that is, there is no one to chat. If a group of elders were to be knocked into the wall of the paper house, these turbid air, crazy talking and whispering every day, even if they were just repeating like a tape recorder, it would help the ancestors in the tomb to relieve their loneliness."

Burning firewood Kun: “.”

What the hell!

Could this be a brand new track?

Our elders and fellow countrymen have always felt that their skills are useless, but it turns out that they are useful here?

"You think so."

The God of Cookery became even happier and more excited:
"These ashes are the empty shells of souls. They must be naturally attracted to the turbid air and other remnants of souls and should live in peace with each other."

Shao Chai Kun was a little dazed.

I feel like I'm about to be convinced, this seems like it might work?
"Wait, you're a chef, how come you're studying this?"

Shao Chai Kun suddenly realized the key factor and couldn't help but say, "You are either studying tobacco, alcohol, or housing. You want to do anything to make money. Do you have the spirit of a chef?"

I'm not a chef.

Of course the God of Cookery wouldn't say that.

soon.

They tidied up and leveled the ground again.

Then Jiucairong took out a storage bag and released several parts of the Paper House building.

Because the paper house we purchased was too large and not integrated, it needed to be spliced and assembled.

But it's not very difficult to assemble.

They were busy for half an hour and finished it, then started decorating the house.

He even took the initiative to transport a few ice sculptures of evil gods and snowmen from the teleportation array and filled the ancestor's yard with them.

It has an ice and snow festival atmosphere.

I also bought furniture, beds and all kinds of warm things.

The Medical Fairy even reluctantly placed a river monster sleeping bag in the bedroom, hoping that the ancestor would like it.

The God of Cookery took the lead and cooked hot dishes.

When they were almost done, the earth veins suddenly began to stir and the ancestor began to revive.

The ancestor would not have recovered so quickly, but the paper house is like a window to the earth's veins, which can speed up the ancestor's resurrection and has many benefits.

There was a crash.

The ground was like a seed sprouting, growing at a visible speed, gradually condensing into the dense meridians of a soul and forming a human shape.

A masked man appeared on the spot, looking at them, frowning slightly without showing any expression.

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

"Greetings to the ancestor!"

They all bowed to express their gratitude and smiled politely.

Ping Zu was shocked when he saw their smiles, and came back to his senses:

"So you are descendants. What are you doing here if you are not going to watch over the Colosseum?"

His consciousness spread everywhere, wondering, "Where are we now? Are we back in Xinyizhou City? Am I not besieging and killing that big monster?"

Xinyizhou City?

Everyone was stunned. Didn’t he know that he was in a villa outside Pyeongchang City?
But someone soon responded.

After the reset, his memory went back to the original state.

Back to the moment when he had just died and turned into ashes.

At the moment of his death, his memory was still on himself in Zhou City, going out to kill a big monster.

Apparently, this was the cause of his death.

Complete reset.

This is something no one would have expected.

But it also gave us some good intelligence.

The main business of this group of demon cultivators' family is probably an arena.

They didn't know how to answer, so Jiu Cairong stepped forward and said, "Report to the ancestor, you were seriously injured and went into seclusion to heal your wounds, and you have only just woken up."

"Now our Colosseum has been destroyed, our family has been ruined, and we have fled to this mountain villa."

"So that's how it is." The old ancestor said in a low voice.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

How could he believe it so quickly? I'm afraid it's because of cognitive defects.

This would quickly convince him that he was not dead, so he believed this seemingly outrageous explanation.

Next, Jiucai Rong stepped forward and said, "Ancestor, this is the food and shelter we prepared for you when you wake up."

"I understand. You guys go out and I'll sort out my thoughts."

Ping Zu spoke lightly, stretched out his hand and waved, and everyone flew out and landed steadily on the ground outside the house.

Bang!
The door suddenly closed.

Jiucairong and others were stunned.

This third ancestor is indeed a reclusive maniac who doesn't like to talk.

They originally wanted to take down the third ancestor, but it turned out that this one was really difficult to conquer.

"Let's go back first and take a look at the two Talisman Master cards. I guess there will be follow-up tasks."

Jiucairong also knew that the situation was hopeless, so he took his people and left the teleportation array.

Ning Zheng watched this scene silently and couldn't help frowning.

This old ancestor is really a taciturn person.

The godfather is the easiest to win over, the queen in red seems cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and I think the third person can be won over too if we slowly conquer him.

Ning Zheng had a headache: "It's really a long way to go."

He was too lazy to think about it. It was already sunset and the sky was getting dark.

"Come for dinner."

He had just sat down to eat when he suddenly heard a voice.

[Luck value +150]

Ning Zheng was stunned.

His permanent daily luck value actually increased by 150 points!
That’s a huge profit.

He had previously analyzed the three ancestors with 500 points, his adoptive father the founder with 200 points, and the remaining two with luck values of 150 each.

Could it be that the queen in red suddenly recognized me?

Ning Zheng thought about it and felt that it was impossible.

The other party has always been wary of me, thinking that this generation of the owner of the manor is too deceptive and engages in suicidal education. He even wants to meet me, the owner of the manor, to have a good talk and talk about the education of the younger generation in our family.

This royal sister probably won't be willing to return home unless she meets the owner of the manor and has a heart-to-heart talk with him!

If it’s not the queen in red, then it can only be one possibility.

"Is it the favorability of Ping Zu? Once he is resurrected, he will be completely conquered?"

Ning Zheng stood there in a daze.

I always feel like something is wrong. Very wrong.
He has never met Pingzu, so how can he have a good impression of him?

Even if a battle took place and he was killed, there would be no good feelings towards him.

An incredible thought suddenly flashed through his mind like thunder, leaving him frozen in place:
"The third ancestor, the true identity of the bottle ancestor can only be him, but how is it possible?"

Ning Zheng fell into a long silence.

(End of this chapter)