Chapter 41 Such a Good Home
Hexi sneered and put all the remaining spar into the storage ring. The remaining spar only has about three million yuan left, and Zhang Dezhong actually lost a full two million in two days.
Because of being hypnotized, Zhang Dezhong knelt on the spot in a daze, the whole person seemed to be stupid, and the corners of his mouth were drooling. Still miserable.
Hexi looked at him without disgust in his eyes, but as cold as a poisoned blade, flashing with a cold purple light.
The palm of his hand was lightly attached to Zhang Dezhong's back, his internal force suddenly induced vomiting, and the Shadowless Needle originally stuck in Zhang Dezhong's mind flew back to her hand.
Almost at the same moment, she had a dagger in her hand, which slashed through Zhang Dezhong's meridians and throat one by one in a fast and incoherent manner.
In an instant, the blood spurted wildly, and the mourning shook the sky.
Yes, Zhang Dezhong woke up. He looked at Hexi with horror on his face. There was no resentment in his eyes, only despair and prayer remained.
He Xi held the blood-stained dagger in front of him, and lightly touched the blood bead on it, before he smiled casually: "Mr. Zhang, aren't you very interested in selling people as slaves? Today, I will Let you taste it for yourself."
"Ah--! Ah--!" Director Zhang wanted to scream and beg for mercy, but he found that he couldn't make any sound at all, and his body with his muscles and veins cut off was completely unable to move.
Hexi's smile became even brighter, even though she still had a sallow camouflage on her face, she still looked so bright and charming, "Are you scared to see the blood in this place? Don't worry, you are a cultivator with spiritual power in your body. Nourishing, this little injury will not kill you at all. It's just that I have cut off all the meridians in your whole body, don't even think about moving or talking in this life."
Director Zhang's eyes protruded like dead fish eyes, and his whole person twitched and convulsed because of panic and despair. His eyes were full of prayers, as if he was saying: Kill me! kill me!
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, you didn't kill me in the first place, so why would I be willing to kill you! Are you worried that you will become a waste and that you will not be able to sell it in the pig market? Haha, how could it be?"
He Xiyan smiled and took the first two steps, looked down at him condescendingly, and spit out words that drove him into the abyss, "There are many people in the pig market who want to use the body of a warrior to do various experiments, and there are also people who need it. Raise such 'meat pigs' as a carrier to remove impurities and toxins from spar and spiritual plants for yourself. Manager Zhang, you only need to lie on the bed in your next life to be raised and served. Shouldn't you thank me for finding one for you? Is it such a good home?"
Because the spiritual energy in the air is thin, warriors need to use spar and spiritual plants to improve their cultivation, but most of the spar and spiritual plants contain impurities and toxins, so they cannot be used indefinitely. Of course, it will still affect the body of the warrior to some extent, and it will also slow down the speed of cultivation.
Therefore, some rich people came up with the concept of "meat pig", let the "meat pig" absorb the spiritual energy in the spar, take the spiritual plant with toxin, and the owner can directly absorb the aura from the "meat pig", so that There is no trouble and the speed of practice is accelerated.
As for how painful and miserable those "meat pig" slaves who have accumulated a lot of impurities and toxins in their bodies are, it is not within the scope of the master's consideration.
Zhang Dezhong grew up and made a crackling sound in his mouth, and there were turbid blood and tears in his eyes, but all his thoughts were gone.
He never thought that it was just a moment of greed that he would end up like this! I knew earlier... I knew earlier...