The elevator takes me to find supplies for the motherland

Long Yichen found Chuntao's husbands with the slave contract

"Come with me, I have something to tell you."

"Ok"

The nine brothers followed Long Yichen to the carriage.

"Come inside the carriage first, and we'll talk inside."

"I'm afraid there's not enough room here. There are ten of us!"

"I let you in so you can sit down."

Chuntao's husband saw that Long Yichen was in a state that threatened to kill them if they didn't obey, so he didn't dare to disobey him and could only climb into the carriage with his brothers.

"Oh my god, what's going on? I should have been in a carriage just now, how did I end up in a house?"

"Are Zhengjun and the others immortals?"

The little tree next to him pulled Zhaomei's sleeve to remind him

"Zhaomei, don't talk nonsense. Let's just stand here and wait. Don't make any noise."

"Oh, good."

The others only dared to look around with curious eyes.

Long Yichen was the last to enter the carriage

"You guys come with me"

Long Yichen took them to the sofa in the living room and asked them to sit down.

"After you entered the carriage, you should have noticed our differences. I won't hide it from you. We are messengers sent by Heaven. Because Heaven noticed that your country has a tyrant ruler, He sent us here to select a wise ruler for this country."

After saying this, Long Yichen's ears turned red (How embarrassing! If the ancients didn't believe only in gods and immortals, would I be playing tricks here?)

Chuntao's husband Liu Xu stood up and bowed

"I wonder what the Immortal Lord wants us to do?"

They couldn't help but believe they were gods. How could ordinary people move such a big house into a small carriage? Besides, the God had already brought his people here. If they didn't cooperate, the God would not let them go easily. After all, his wife had killed many people!

"We want to use your wife's status to go to Kyoto and see the extent of that tyrant's incompetence."

"I wonder what the Lord God needs us to do?"

"Tell us everything about your wife and her aunt, and sign this slave contract. Only then can I guarantee your survival."

"Could you please tell me the duration of this slave contract?"

"Until we restore this country to a thriving place."

When Liu Xu heard about this contract, she was a little disappointed that it would only last until the country was put in order.

(Can’t we be taken to heaven as well, to continue serving the gods? It seems I still don’t have enough blessings.)

When Zhao Mei heard this, she almost jumped up with excitement.

"So, we are going to serve the gods? We won't be eaten like two-legged sheep anymore?"

Long Yichen looked at the boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, who was so excited that he didn't know what to do.

(I'm talking about the slave contract, right? It didn't make them immortal. Why are they so excited?)

In fact, Long Yichen ignored the ancient people's yearning for immortals. Being able to serve immortals is a blessing that only people with great opportunities can have, not to mention guys like them who may be beaten to death and sold by their wives at any time, or even eaten like two-legged sheep.

Liu Xu led his brothers, stood up and bowed deeply to Long Yichen.

"Thank you, Lord God, for taking a liking to us. We will serve you wholeheartedly in the future."

"No need for such a grand ceremony. God sent us here simply to save the people from suffering. From now on, you will just serve as servants outside."

"Yes, Lord God."