The morning in Cook Town is always quite lively.

However, this tranquility was broken not long ago.

A group of foreigners came here and were generous. Some guys who were active and free, or who were idle, quickly looked at them and quickly realized that the man and woman in the lead were not easy to mess with. The remaining eight people were relatively poorly vigilant, and at first glance they were the best people who had never worked.

Look at their clothes, unknown materials, but they are not something that ordinary people can have, and there is not even a trace of needlework. (Industrial products, nylon materials)

Look at how shiny their hair is. This is the oil that only noble families often use, and it actually maintains its hair so well. (I guess it hasn't washed my hair for a week, but this is the worst hair quality among everyone)

Look at their skin, it is free of dirt and is particularly white. This is a nobleman. No, very rich nobles can raise themselves to be clean. (If you stay indoors for a long time and don’t accept sunshine, you will obviously turn white. This is actually a sub-health state)

Ou, a damn nobleman, a damn rich man.

Although the two veterans attempted to keep a low profile, they soon discovered that this was a futile move.

"We didn't look like ordinary mercenaries because we didn't look like ordinary mercenaries. And..." The female veteran in a tight suit turned around and signaled to the eight newcomers.

"It is completely impossible to count on them to play ordinary natives."

The man nicknamed Black Bear continued: "Our clothes, skin color, and behavior are not as good as ordinary people at all. Instead, they are like a group of idle noble children looking for fun."

His voice was muffled. He didn't expect to go out for the first time to take on the newcomer's guidance task and completely shattered the plan he had set in advance. Now he could only respond to the moves. He didn't understand, how easy it was to see his seniors in the past and how successful he was when he saw his seniors bringing newcomers. He had all kinds of discomforts when he was about to come.

"No, the children of the nobles will not come here to play. In fact, in this fantasy background world, the nobles have to face various crises. They must learn a lot of knowledge and possess extraordinary military power, otherwise they will die soon. In this world full of crises, the nobles need to start learning words, language, martial arts, participate in knight training, command the army, and regularly clear various monsters or dangerous beasts in the territory. The powerful survival pressure forces every noble to have the force to prove the safety of the people, otherwise his position will be unstable and his family will disappear soon. I have been in this world before, so it is impossible to disguise as the children of the nobles. They all have good martial arts. No matter how you look at this group of newcomers, it is impossible to have the combat power of more than 0.5 gooses, right?"

It would be fine if I didn’t say it, but when I said it, the black bear became even more depressed.

The eight newcomers behind are still observing this new world with great enthusiasm. Of course, all kinds of thoughts are hidden... So what does it matter? Anyway, seniors don’t care about it. The next task will not be together, so who cares about you so many times?

A thought of Lin Zhengyang has silently invaded the body of a new man, suppressing his own consciousness, and at any time he can deprive him of his body and take over his body.

This process is very short and the other party has no effective resistance. This is possession.

If you do not retain the other person's consciousness, erase the other person's soul, and move in with your own thought, you will take over the body.

However, killing teammates will deduct points, and there is no need to say that, the other party will not notice it.

At this moment, this otaku, named Liu Yu, can still control his actions, and he is curious about everything in front of him.

"Sure enough, just as written in the novel, I entered the main god space. I must be the protagonist. I want to strengthen the "Demon Swallowing Heaven" technique, cultivate to become an emperor, cultivate to become a red dust immortal, and marry the cruel emperor in the world of "Crossing the Sky".

This is a thought in Liu Yu's mind. Lin Zhengyang's cultivation level has now been greatly improved. He can penetrate into his mind and see almost all the thoughts that have passed through his subconscious mind. Even the deep and filthy lurking that he himself has not discovered is completely visible.

Everyone has all kinds of thoughts in their hearts. They exist for a short time, and it is often difficult for ordinary people who do not have Taoism to discover.

However, Lin Zhengyang is different. After he cultivated into the Yang God, there is no thought that cannot be grasped by himself. Every thought has the ability to manifest and perform magic. Moreover, such a thought incarnation will become more and more powerful as his power increases. According to legend, there is a Taoist lord who specializes in the Yang God's enlightenment. One thought can turn into a complete world, and the number of thoughts is endless, which is truly infinite.

But that's too far. Lin Zhengyang is now a great Yang God. His Yang God can differentiate into about 120,000 thoughts, that is, he can differentiate into 120,000 incarnations.

But he wouldn't do that, that would be equivalent to dispersing his power. Although every thought of his has the essence of a yang god, the power of a single thought is weak after all.

The group walked into the only tavern in the village.

The veteran black bear took out a few silver coins from his arms, such as white-board silver coins without any patterns. After all, the money in each country cannot be exactly the same. Then he accidentally crushed a corner of the table and showed his own force, shocking the greedy eyes that had stared at them for a while.

Sure enough, after showing his force, the black bear obviously felt much more comfortable, staring at him greedily, and the remaining ones were real desperate people who wanted money and life.

He sneered twice, and in the confusion of the newcomers, the black bear had already thrown out seven or eight flying knives, with many afterimages dancing in the air with his arms.

Then I heard a few muffled groans coming from all around, and even a sound upstairs in the tavern.

The tavern owner's face turned pale.

Those who open a tavern are always inevitably involved in dealing with people from all walks of life, providing information about tourists, colluding with money and killing them, are nothing new.

The black bear stared at the boss for a while, and the boss licked his face and smiled. He was sweating. He let him go and took the man upstairs.

The veteran woman smiled meaningfully, and used her green fingers to point the boss's direction.
Chapter completed!