This room, which was illuminated by several wall lights, looked extremely dim, and five mysterious people sitting in a circle on the ground, covering their bodies with a black robe made the atmosphere even more weird.

An old voice rang out: "How is the missionary progress?"

All four men in black lowered their heads: "Please forgive me for my sins, my subordinates are incompetent, and it is very difficult to preach."

Facing the man in black who was straight at the entrance of the passage, shaking for a moment, the old voice sounded again: "What's going on? Didn't this Feidu Peninsula be in constant war? This era of displacement is suitable for religious development."

"Please ask the Archbishop Rong Bing. Although the reason is this, it is not suitable to fly across the peninsula. Nowadays, these people have lived in war years for hundreds of years and have become accustomed to such separations of life and death. For them, death is not terrible, but terrible is that they cannot enjoy glory when they are alive.

"If the family members and descendants can benefit, they will be happy to die. This is why the warrior family is the lifelong goal of the people."

"What you mean is that the people on the Feidu Peninsula do not care about religion? But who can bring them direct benefits? Why is this? Are the believers of the princes who were shepherded for God in the past just false believers?" The old voice felt a little angry.

The four men in black trembled all over and said nervously: "Please forgive me for your sins. My subordinates are really unforgivable. Although they are very respectful to us in their words and deeds, their behavior seems to be just trying to use our manpower and material resources to cultivate their power. For example, in order to weaken the Lei family, they actually asked us to provoke the Lei family's rebellion."

"Crazy up the rebellion of the Lei family? They are so confused? Will a powerful and wealthy person who is well-behaved in the power of the people do such a useless thing? I am afraid that the person who is provoked will be arrested by the people and sent to the Lei family for rewards as soon as possible." Cang Lao said with a sneer.

"Oh, Archbishop, it's not that the subordinates and others don't work hard, but mainly because people nowadays only pursue current interests and are obsessed with money. The battle between forces is just for territory, power or money. They will not start a war for different beliefs. It seems that this is an era of sluggish faith." A somewhat old voice suddenly appeared and sighed. The other three nodded immediately.

"Hmph, faith is sluggish? Humph, it seems that only by letting the legendary demons rage the world, can those foolish people be willing to long for God's salvation." The old voice sneered.

As soon as these words came out, the four people in the field shook their whole bodies and looked up at the first person in surprise. After a long time, they still had the slightly old voice and asked, "Architect, this is an extraordinary thing. Even the Pope cannot make a decision without authorization. Other religions will treat us as cults."

Cang Lao sneered: "Hehe, which religion dares to regard our secret religions as cults?

This order is undoubtedly the will of all Tantric Popes to make a unified decision!”

Hearing this, the four men in black immediately lowered their heads and said respectfully: "Abide by the order."

"Well, don't you think this is good? The demons reappeared on earth. God's apostles finally eliminated the demons after all their hardships, allowing the world to return to God's warm and happy embrace. Ah, from now on, the epic mythological era will re-enter history." The old man said this with a high voice, swaying his hand and throwing out a package.

A man in black took the package and opened it, and said in his middle-aged voice a little trembling: "This is..."

"Safe, Feidu Peninsula is not only connected to the mainland but also blocked from the mainland. It is really an ideal foundation and will not be destroyed. This batch is the lowest-level ninth-class thing. You should divide it. Remember to use it on a large scale to cause extreme panic among the people, so that we can take advantage of the situation to attract believers.

But, alas, it’s a pity that I signed a cryptic religion contract, otherwise it would be impossible for me to monopolize this place.”

The man in black said and got up as he finished speaking. When he finished speaking, he had already left the secret room.

The man left, and the remaining four people took a breath after a while. The a little old voice said, "Let's split, finish it early, we will appear in the sun as soon as possible."

A young voice said, "Let me do it." A man in black wanted to touch the package, and the other three hurriedly shouted, "Be careful! Don't break it!"

"Isn't it just the lowest level ninth level? Don't be so careful, right?" The young voice was dismissive.

"You haven't used these things, so you don't know how powerful it is. Although it's a ninth-class object, just a little bit of a nail is enough to make all the people in a village crazy. This is not a joke."

A middle-aged voice said.

"Ah! Nine-level is so powerful? What about those who are at first?" asked the young voice.

"First-class? Do you know the melee between the Qihongguo of Hilda Continent a few years ago?"

"I know, it is said that believers have sacrificed their lives and have to bite people with their teeth even if they are broken. You won't say..." The young voice was shocked.

"That's right, that time I used first-class items, otherwise do you think faith can really make people so crazy? Especially most of the ordinary people who are trapped." The middle-aged voice nodded.

"Oh, hehe, it seems that this time, the princes who fly across the peninsula are in a state of great anxiety. A mass riot that has never happened in history is about to come." The young voice suddenly became excited.

"This is yours. Be careful when using it. This bottle can dissolve a large water tank. A small cup can solve ten people, which means that only one or two drops per person." The elderly handed over a glass bottle.

The middle-aged voice interrupted, "If you are lazy, you can just find a river for villagers to drink and fall down. Although the performance is not that strong, it is almost the same. Even if you eat fish in the river, you can still get caught. The only inconvenience is that we cannot order them because we are not feeding people."

After taking a glass bottle that could be grabbed by the palm of his hand, the young voice was a little confused: "But, how do I let them drink it obediently?"

"You can preach under the names of other religions and then let them drink it in the name given by holy water? Don't worry, when you drink this thing, you will feel warm all over and full of energy, and it will take at least five days to attack." The middle-aged voice laughed.

"This is really... I really don't know what kind of wisdom it takes to create it." The young voice sighed.

"Hey, our esoteric Buddhism is different from those big road players. The secrets passed down by this sect for thousands of years are not particularly clear about us bishops, let alone other esoteric Buddhism." The middle-aged man laughed.

The young voice curiously approached the fire with the bottle and watched it, turning the bottle while exclaiming: "This bright blue is really charming, like the sky, so blue that it makes people feel refreshed."

"Blue?!" The middle-aged man's voice suddenly came out. He also took the bottle and approached the light. After finding that it was indeed blue, he said with some confusion: "How could the Nine-class be blue? Did the Archbishop take it wrong?"

The old man's voice suddenly became cold: "Yes, this is indeed a ninth grade, but this ninth grade is a ninth grade of demon powder."

"Demon Powder?" The young voice was very confused, while the other two were trembling all over. A middle-aged voice said, "Are all the legendary things created? Are you really going to recreate the mythical era?"

"Haha, isn't it good? Since all the demon powders have appeared, then the God-Emeng fans are believed to have been created. We bishops are qualified to enjoy the God-Emeng fans." The elderly suddenly became excited.

When the two men in black who were originally nervous heard this, their eyes immediately shone brightly, and they also said excitedly: "It seems that the Pope is indeed a wise decision to unite other esoteric religions. What has been lost for hundreds of years has actually reappeared on the earth. If our esoteric religions are united, it is not difficult to rule the whole world."

"Uh, three bishops, what is the effect of this demon powder? What is the divine grace powder?"

The young voice respectfully asked for advice. He knew very well that he was a newbie and that many secrets were not clear to these old people.

"You can go back and test the effects of demon powder first. It is probably the same as other methods, but the time of effect may be different. But remember, although the target of taking demon powder will obey the orders of the person who feeds him, there are exceptions. In turn, it is particularly hated to the person who feeds the medicine, so the weaker the target of the experiment, and the stronger the guards around you, the better."

The old man said this and smiled and said, "As for the God-wives fans, haha, it's not something you should know now. Let's talk about it after you make a contribution."

Except for the young voice frowned, the other three people all smiled and left the place happily.

When the young voice appeared in the inner hall of the hotel, it turned out that more than a dozen strong men had already left empty. The young voice took off his black robe and showed off his silk suit of a businessman. He was a young man in his twenties or thirties with a kind face.

Seeing his appearance, the fat prince who had been chased miserably and finally asked the Baiman Rose Group to help him recover his territory and retaliate against the enemy would definitely say: "Huh? Didn't I recommend this charlatan to teach him in the Lei family territory? Why did you become a businessman?"

When the young man came to the Outer Hall, most of the guests left. Seeing him coming out, a dozen strong men and servants immediately got up to follow. So in a short while, several carriages rumbled across the market, but this situation was almost visible in the prosperous Qingyue Port, so it did not attract anyone's attention.

When the carriage left Qingyue Port, a servant beside the young man asked, "Master, are you going to enter Qingyue City or go back to the old house?"

"Go to Qiyama Castle first, and there is still a batch of payments that have not been collected." The young man thought for a while and said.

He touched the glass bottle in his arms and thought that he would try the medicine. Who knew what kind of people would create? It was not suitable for densely populated places like Qingyuegang and Qingyuecheng, and his own residence was even worse. Who knew if it would get angry? It would be better to go farther and go to Qiyama Castle, which is a vast and sparsely populated area to experiment.

I invested a lot of money there and opened a weapon store and a grain store. I had a good relationship with the local wealthy family, which was equivalent to half of my own territory, and it was easier to cover up anything.

"Yes." The servant passed the order out, and the carriage immediately turned and drove towards the wilderness.

After most of the day, the young man who was already asleep was awakened by the servant: "Master, someone blocked the way!"

"What? Block the way? My guards are idiots!" the young man roared angrily.

It’s not surprising that the young man was blocking the road. The Lei family had just annexed five main cities and destroyed countless wealthy families. It was normal for the bereaved dogs who escaped the disaster to rob. He was angry that when he encountered the robbers, his guards had to wait for orders. Could it be that they would not solve the problem on their own? Why wake up yourself?

The servant slapped and said, "It is Master Okuda who blocks the way."

"Ah?" The young man was stunned. Okuda was one of his backers in Sakiyama Castle. What did he stop him? Is there an emergency military service to requisition his carriage?

When he got off the carriage, the young man was shocked. There was a strong samurai with a very ugly face opposite him. There were four or five people dressed in samurai, and nearly a hundred peasant soldiers were holding spears around him, surrounding several of his carriages. There were even a large group of people watching the fun outside.

And those guards who usually show off their power are now kneeling beside the road like quails.

"Oh, on the Feidu Peninsula, the identity of the samurai is indeed supreme. When he saw the samurai coming forward, his guards knelt down beside him and admitted defeat without even fighting... He didn't know the other samurai except the samurai, and he also brought so many soldiers. Could it be that they knew my identity? But the Lei family did not restrict the spread of religion." The young man walked in front of the samurai in front of the former samurai.

Before the young man could ask the reason why Samurai Oda stopped him, Samurai Oda shouted: "You damn profiteer, you dare to sell me inferior armor? It made my only son lose an arm in his first battle! I want your life to compensate!"

Before the young man could react, he had already cut off the young man's head, causing the young man's head to fly up, and there was a kind and rich smile on his face.

At this time, a samurai stood up, holding a broken armor and a complete armor and said, "Everyone, this is the armor sold by the profiteer. One was passed by the only son of the samurai Okuda and the other was found from the warehouse of the profiteer. Now it will be displayed along the roadside with the profiteer's head. If you have any doubts, you can check the quality of these two pairs of armor in detail."

As he said that, several peasant soldiers immediately set up a small booth next to the road, with armor on both sides, young people's heads in the middle, and crime documents underneath.

A samurai next to him patted Okuda on the shoulder and said, "How could you think of buying armor in these stores? The shops under the lord are all affordable and cheap. If it were the armor we produced, the son would never lose his arm."

"Oh, it's not because it's relatively cheap. Besides, the unscrupulous businessman has always been very respectful. Who knew he would sell inferior products? I really regretted being greedy for cheap." Okuda said in annoyance.

"You, you don't know that our martial arts family can be fine, don't wear well, or even eat well, but the weapons and equipment and war horses must be good. This is the foundation for our establishment of a family and establishing a business! But you have to persuade your boy that there are many one-armed generals in the history of Feidu Peninsula to cheer him up! The profiteer's property is left for you."

This kind of trafficking of defective military equipment is all about house searches. Who said that warriors are particularly concerned about the tools for eating, so the punishment is so strict.

"Yes, thank you sir." Okuda said respectfully.

After the warriors left, the people immediately rushed to the booth to watch, and were more cursing the heads of young people. In the eyes of the people, since the warriors showed their crimes so openly, it means that this profiteer is indeed worthy of the crime.

Amid the people's screams, the young men's guards and servants had already run away, and the carriages left were confiscated. As for how could the guards and servants leave safely? This was not a rebellion, and they did not resist, so they were not investigated for their crimes.

After a while, two farmers who were dedicated to burying the dead, led by two peasant soldiers, pushed the cart to the headless corpse.

The peasant soldiers were not as particular as the samurai, and the samurai left the field. The two peasant soldiers immediately took off their bodies and divided their clothes and money into several portions. They could not be taken away by themselves. All their brothers had to dip a portion. Looking at dozens of gold and silver coins and a string of copper coins, the two peasant soldiers who had never seen the world had their eyes glowed.

"Hey, fortunately, our brothers asked us to deal with it. This time we gave a small sum of money. It is certain that three silver coins per person can be sold for washing clothes. I didn't expect that I could get a sum as soon as I was recruited as a guard." A peasant soldier said with a smile.

"Well, don't make a sound, so as not to be jealous of the brothers of the other teams. You two, please tighten your mouth!" Another peasant soldier threw dozens of copper coins to the farmer. The two peasants immediately put the copper coins into their arms with joy on their faces. They nodded and bowed, threw the body onto the cart, pulled it up and left.

"Hmm? What is this? A blue glass bottle? This is valuable!" A peasant soldier picked up a bottle and said happily.

"Let me see, oh, it's just that it contains blue powder, something blue glass bottle." The peasant soldier who snatched the glass bottle looked at it and threw it aside.

"Hehe, no matter what color he is, how much money can he sell for it anyway." Another peasant soldier picked up the glass bottle and said with a smile. As he said, he pulled out the cork, poured some blue powder into his palm, and subconsciously licked it, then spitted and cursed: "Damn, can you still eat the flour when it turns blue?

I really don’t understand these rich people.” While pouring the blue powder into the ditch on the side.

"Don't fucking stuff, okay? This is a canal that irrigates farmland. If the farmland is dyed blue, you can die!" the farmer next to cursed.

"Ah!" The peasant soldier was immediately scared to lie on the ditches. He was not afraid of the farmland dyed blue, and he could not find it without a certain time. What he was afraid of was that the ditches were often used as drinking water canals by people nearby, because the water was drawn from the mountain springs, and once they were dyed blue, you could know immediately.

At this sight, the peasant soldier immediately breathed a sigh of relief, because the water in the ditch was still clear, and the bottle of blue powder actually melted so colorless and quickly.

Seeing that it was not dyed blue, the two peasants quickly forgot about this matter. The two of them happily ran back to the base to divide the spoils. After they left, several dogs ran over with their tails, each of them drank a few sips of the ditch in the rice fields below, and then left again.hf();
Chapter completed!