Chapter 449 Resentment Under the Purple Mountain

The dance floor is noisy, but there are not many people. After all, it is just afternoon. For this nightclub, it is just the dawn, and it is far from waking up.

The sound effect is very good, and the DJ is playing full control. Even if the wine glass is placed on the coffee table, you can clearly see the ripples on the surface of the wine.

A blond man in a black suit was sitting leaning on a leather sofa with a cigar in his mouth. He was very handsome, the kind of Western handsomeness, and even had an aristocratic temperament flowing through his every move. This is not the temperament of a child from a rich family, nor is it the temperament of a second-generation official, but a kind of nobility that has been accumulated by many generations and is about to be integrated into the blood.

Beside him, there were two dancers waiting on him, looking very attentive. This ballroom, at this time, seemed to be open only for him, and all the excitement was only for him;

"Sorry, I'm late."

Before the person arrived, the sound arrived first, and a shadow began to move out from the darkness of the dance hall;

The Western man waved his hand, the music stopped, and the DJ, the dancers, and the waiters all retreated. It was obvious that here, even the most wild dancers and the accompanying princesses appeared to be so "well-trained." .

The cigar was then thrown on the ground, and a hole was immediately burned out of the expensive carpet on the ground, but the man didn't care.

"You're a long time late." The man asked reproachfully.

"Some things have been delayed."

A shadow slowly shrouded the sofa. Opposite the Western man, the shadow gradually enlarged and thickened, and finally condensed into the image of a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The man had a beard, wore an undershirt and riding boots, and there were muddy patches on the shoes. His body also exudes a sloppy aura despite the stains. A person like this really looks like a protection fee collector in a town, and he is also among the worst offenders in collecting protection fees.

Shar did not hide his disdain and looked at the man in front of him with a bit of disdain.

"This Earl is very strange. You Chinese people seem to have this tradition. You are obviously of noble status, but you like to dress like the lowest slaves. This kind of bad taste is really difficult for me to understand. ."

Sal has a handsome face, a hooked nose, and eyes with strange brilliance. If someone here takes a photo of Sal, he should be able to take a photo of him and look for it among the British royal heirs. Soon You can find his identity and photos, because he is quite high up. Of course, although the current Queen of Great Britain is very old, her body is still very strong. She has been struggling for a long time to adapt to the heir to the first throne, and now he has gray hair. He is old but his mother is still alive and well, so he can only continue to be called a prince.

"I'm sorry, Count Shar, but I, Amuri, don't consider myself Chinese."

"Haha, this is really interesting. A few decades ago, we British did not recognize you as Chinese. You yourself did not dare to say a word and were kept submissive by Beijing. Now we British recognize that you are Chinese. , but you yourselves began to deny it and started to make a fuss.

This, this is so interesting. "

Shar shook his head, "Forget it, I don't have the interest to deal with your own nonsense. I just feel that as a listener, in this sequence, you are still interfering with the secular world, and even dare to promote According to you Chinese, oh no, according to the Chinese, isn't this called setting fire to self-immolation?

Well, or perhaps, this Earl has also learned another idiom, which is to take chestnuts from the fire. If you don't eat the chestnuts, you will burn your hands first. "

"Thank you, Lord Earl, for your concern. The Chinese also have an idiom, which is that if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs."

"It's up to you."

A wooden box appeared in Shar's palm. A cross was carved on the wooden box, and the aura of the formation was very obvious;

Putting the wooden box on the coffee table, "There are 12 low-level formation scrolls, 3 wind scrolls, 5 fire scrolls, and 4 thunder scrolls."

Immediately afterwards, Shar took out two more scrolls and placed them on the other side of the coffee table with great ceremony. These two scrolls exuded a kind of purifying light, which made people feel warm in their hearts even if they were close to it. , as if the whole person has been purified and blessed, becoming carefree.

"Two intermediate light magic scrolls."

There are a total of fourteen scrolls, twelve of which are low-level scrolls and two of which are intermediate-level scrolls. These were not exchanged from the WeChat store, but made by the Western magicians themselves.

The more powerful the audience, the more useless the things in Weidian are. It is a convenient door for the audience below the senior audience;

However, for senior listeners and above, it is difficult to obtain something of great use to them from Weidian;

On the one hand, the slightly higher-end props in the Weidian store seem to have been deliberately priced at a high price by the broadcast. This low-level scroll costs 2,000 story points per item in the Weidian store. Not only is it sky-high but the effect is very poor. It belongs to the most inferior category among low-level scrolls.

The scroll that is lower than the low-level magic scroll is the apprentice magic scroll. This is very cheap. It costs 50 story points. However, this kind of scroll is only suitable for the audience below the senior audience. If you throw it away, it will be a ball of fire. Or thunder and lightning, but if you want to use the apprentice's magic scroll in a battle at the senior audience level, it is like two adults fighting, and one of them is actually holding a tickle.

Over the years, both Eastern and Western listener circles have actually not stopped researching and investigating radio, and people have gradually figured out the nature of radio.

Strictly speaking, the things in the micro-store are like the equipment store in Novice Village. They help experiencers, low-level listeners and ordinary listeners to get started easily. They are like a kind of fire, helping you to ignite it. As for whether this fire will really be real in the future. How strong your burning can be depends on your own efforts and luck.

Therefore, it is difficult for the exchanges in Weidian to continue to satisfy those truly powerful audiences in terms of product quality and cost-effectiveness, so many transactions have been born.

The forum organization that Lin Zhou belonged to before was a trading platform that traded magic weapons and information. But now these two people in the ballroom represent a certain force in the West and a certain force in the East. Trading.

Amuri slapped his palm, and three crystal-colored human skulls fell on the coffee table. Each skull was emitting a strange light, as if one more glance could make people fall into it.

"My Lord Earl, are you still satisfied?" Amuri asked.

"Inspection completed."

Shar nodded and took the three human skulls to himself, while Amuri took all the scrolls. This transaction was considered completed.

"Your Majesty, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After Amuri finished speaking, he immediately turned into a shadow again and disappeared.

Shar picked up a cup of brandy on the coffee table, took a sip, stuck out his tongue slightly, and laughed dryly:

"You are so brave. You actually want to rely on the national destiny of establishing a new country independently to integrate into your own hands. What a bunch of lunatics. These Orientals are a group of complete lunatics!"

The image suddenly came to Sha'er's mind. The woman in the red cheongsam came over England that morning and directly wiped out a city. The whole of England, no, the strong men of the whole of Western Europe sensed it, and the broadcast was also released. The real mission was to kill her, but no one dared to do it. She just came and left. Even later, she did not die, she still existed. Although she was much lower-key than before, she was still alive.

However, fortunately, this woman disappeared recently and must have gone to that place.

Shar stood up and relaxed his muscles, "If this Earl remembers correctly, the location where the aura fluctuated the most before was in the southwest."

After waving, a dancer leaned over.

"The location over there, about twenty kilometers away, where is it?"

"Sir, do you want to travel to Purple Mountain?" The dancer said the place.

"Oh, Purple Mountain."

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Originally, after the transaction was completed, Shar should go back immediately. As a Western listener, it is always very unsafe for him to stay in the East for a long time.

But, he was really curious;

Curiosity can kill the cat.

A layer of dark clouds floated above the Purple Mountain, and below, it looked even more depressing. On the road that was about to enter the mountain, Shar subconsciously took out the cross he had been wearing before walking in.

After walking in, Shar nodded thoughtfully, "Is this the blinding formation used by the Easterners?"

Not far ahead, there is a wooden stake with a pig tied to it.

No no no,

After Earl Schar got closer, he could see clearly that it was not a pig, but a person, but that person was very fat, and his soul should have been suppressed, but he would not be alive at all. It was dangerous, and there was a defensive formation around him to block the approaching resentment from all around.

In front of the wooden pile, there is a construction site that has been suspended. However, the construction site is currently covered with strange-looking flags, and resentful souls are howling among them. There are no less than eight thousand resentful souls below. Their resentment, It was absorbed by the banner and projected to another location.

"Hiss... God, who are they trying to curse? Where did they find so many resentful souls?"

Earl Shar suddenly felt that the methods and methods of the Easterners were really much bigger and more advanced than his Western counterparts, and of course, much crazier.

"My Lord Earl, you shouldn't be here." Amuri's figure appeared behind Earl Shar.

"Purely curious, purely curious." Earl Shar waved his hand. He didn't believe that the other party would take action against him because of this matter. "Who are you cursing?"

"You are wrong, Lord Earl. We are not cursing anyone. We are just dispelling the resentment of nearly eight thousand resentful souls underground to help them be reincarnated as humans. Otherwise, when they go to hell with resentment, they will only become For the sake of animals. I am the Buddha who is merciful!"

Earl Shar curled his lips. He was not stupid. How could he not see what kind of battle this was?

"Then where did you disperse their resentment?"

"According to common sense, the people they met before, the people they just met, and the last few people they met, their breaths are the last things the resentful souls come into contact with and remember, and they will naturally become the places where resentment can be vented and dissipated. If you sacrifice three or two people to achieve the rebirth of eight thousand resentful souls, the Buddha will also agree."

"I seem to have heard that there is an eminent monk in Tibet who is also an audience, but he is not on the same path as you." Apparently, Count Shar had guessed something.

"Amitabha, sacrificing one's life for righteousness should be the great ambition of my tantric disciples. That fellow monk will be happy to do so."

It sounds nice, but it’s actually acquiescence.