Chapter 243 [White Fate: Money Can Channel Spirits]... The appearance brings misfortune and fortune, and the luck flows!

Author: Nanshan Walker

Chapter 243 [White Fate: Money Can Channel Spirits]... The appearance brings misfortune and fortune, and the luck flows!

Loulan Capital, Central Square.

Under the threat of the swords of three thousand Qingzhou soldiers, the twenty thousand Loulan people all sat cross-legged on the stones in the huge square, their necks stretched out very long, like many ducks, pinched by invisible hands, lifted up, silently

Waiting for the ceremony to arrive.

Zhang Baisui took a bath and burned incense. After washing his body, he finally slowly climbed up to the high platform with a hint of fragrance.

On the yellow cloth desk are placed five grains, three animals, salted fruits and vegetables, and eight bronze tripods are placed in eight directions around it, according to the location of Kyushu.

The Zhongzhou tripod stands in the center of the high platform.

Then, Zhang Baisui held a tray in his hand, on which stood three salt-stained heads, namely Yan Zhene, the former Lord of Loulan, Yan Xuewu, the young Lord of Loulan, and Yan Xueke, the second prince of Loulan.

These heads will become the sacrifices in the "Ritual: Skull Sacrifice Nine Cauldrons".

but--

Both Jiang Chen and Zhang Baisui have seen through the Luo Jiao conspiracy. The so-called leading party businessmen and the hard-working performances of the evil corpses of Yan Town are nothing more than a cover-up.

Before conquering the capital, Loulan's destiny had been transferred elsewhere, so Yan Zhene's head was just an ordinary head.

Useless.

It is not enough to become the core material of "Ritual: Skull Sacrifice and Nine Cauldrons".

On the contrary, the two Loulan princes, Yan Xue Wu and Yan Xue Ke, died relatively early, and their destiny was still there, which met the requirements of the ceremony.

"so……"

"Wu Changsheng's plan is to hide in the capital and secretly replace Qingzhou with the head of the real King of Loulan, thus stealing the ceremony!"

Under the high platform, Jiang Chen held the tiger soul and thought carefully, and also secretly judged what conditions Wu Changsheng needed to meet for his country-stealing ceremony.

How to deal with it?

But Zhang Baisui and Jiang Chen conspired and thought about it all night, and they only came up with three moves.

"As long as two of these three methods are successful, there is a 70% chance that the ceremony will be held..."

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly, he raised his eyes to the high platform and said word by word:

"Whether it is the mantis stalking the cicada or the oriole behind it depends on today!"

Said.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, summoned the void in an instant, and teleported to the southern city wall, carefully observing the population flow in the capital.

Seeing that there was no problem in the south of the capital, he quickly circled around the three city walls to the west, north, and east, taking in the entire sight of the huge Orchid City.

After a while, he discovered something unusual.

…………

Because the Qingzhou Army gathered in large numbers in the square and focused on repressing the 20,000 Loulan people, the streets in the capital have relaxed regulations.

Dozens of well-known local elderly people walked out of their homes, claiming that they were short of food at home. They secretly called their acquaintances and neighbors from afar, and took advantage of the disappearance of the Qingzhou soldiers to go to Dongshi to buy rations.

soon.

In the East Market, which mainly sells grains and livestock, about 3,000 people gathered. They all said that they were about to starve to death because they had no food at home, so they came to buy life-saving food.

This is the result of Luo Jiao's erosion of Loulan for nearly twenty years.

No matter how many times we sweep, we can't completely eliminate the hidden power of Luo Jiao.

The Qingzhou Army responsible for guarding this place is Fan Liangshan, who has just been promoted to the Five Hundred Lord, and has [White Fate: Qian can channel spirits].

He immediately noticed something unusual, grabbed the fat Hu Shang's gold-rimmed collar, and asked coldly:

"Wuda, why do so many people gather in your grain market?"

The fat Hu Shang, known as Wu Da, touched his round belly, then took out a shining night pearl from the pocket in front of his belly, and said with a smile on his face:

"Sir, the people in the capital have been without food for a long time. If we don't release food, I'm afraid there will be trouble. Therefore, I am selling wheat grain to the people in the city at a 10% discount."

"Isn't this helping our Qingzhou Army?"

Fan Liangshan thought about it, and it seemed to make some sense, so he accepted the Night Pearl and allowed the fat businessman to continue his business.

But privately, he also felt vaguely uneasy. He secretly walked into a house, summoned his trusted messengers, and whispered:

"Tell General Jiang or the old village chief as soon as possible. There may be some questions at the grain market..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

A dark green mist suddenly erupted from the floor tiles under their feet, and instantly penetrated into the nostrils of Fan Liangshan and the messenger.

"That's right~ that's right~"

The fat Hu Shangwu strode into the door and sneered:

"I knew that Mr. Fan pretended to accept the Night Pearl just to paralyze us and delay time, so it's better to strike first!"

"It would be better if you, my lord, are paralyzed."

Said.

Wu Da sneered, holding a sharp golden knife in his hand, and cut off a little skin from the bridge of Fan Liangshan's nose, then quickly made some kind of disguise, and attached it to a believer with a similar body shape to Fan Liangshan.

.

"hateful!"

"Damn barbarians!"

Fan Liangshan fell to the ground, with severe pain all over his body and blood dripping from his face. He could only watch helplessly as the orderly soldier was poisoned and died.

As for himself, he could barely survive with the physical strength and willpower of a Qingzhou fighter, enduring the toxins.

With the damage to the skin on the bridge of his nose, Fan Liangshan's original white destiny [Qian Can Channel] gradually drifted away.

After all, how can a businessman who has lost his appearance allow people to trade with confidence?

In physiognomy, the bridge of the nose reflects a person's wealth.

Therefore, if the bridge of the nose is damaged, it will be detrimental to your financial development, and you may even be unhappy in whatever you do. You will always encounter obstacles and setbacks, and you will be prone to spending money lavishly, and there is also the possibility of losing your belongings.

Something even more worrying is yet to come.

The believer took off Fan Liangshan's clothes, put them on, and transformed into Master Fan Wubai of Qingzhou, then strode out of the room.

It was also at this time.

On the east city wall, Jiang Chen observed half of the city with his long celestial eyes, and at a glance, he confirmed that the 500 Lord of Qingzhou who walked out of the house was not Fan Liangshan, but a Luo Jiao believer.

"The first move is to lure the snake out of its hole!"

"Sure enough, it brought out some dirty things!"

Jiang Chen sneered, said that, and disappeared in an instant.

Although there are 20,000 people in the square, Qingzhou soldiers each possess hundreds of kilograms of strength. One person can defeat a coalition of dozens of civilians, so why gather nearly 3,000 people?

Its real purpose is not to suppress the Loulan people, but to deliberately relax supervision everywhere and lure the Luo Jiao who are hiding in the dark into action.

And Jiang Chen, who possesses the clairvoyance, only needs to run back and forth on the four walls of the east, west, south and north to see all the changes on the surface.

The next moment!

Fan Liangshan collapsed to the ground, already prepared to die, his eyes gradually filled with deep despair.

Unexpectedly, a flower in front of him quietly showed a tall and handsome figure, and the robe hunt.

"General!"

At a glance, Fan Shaniang recognized who this figure was. The despair in his eyes disappeared, and replaced it, ecstatic, respect.

"Well, you have worked hard."

Jiang Chen said calmly, raised his eyes to the fat merchants, and said faintly: "You can choose to commit suicide, kill the tiger with tigers, it really has to humiliate this knife."

In a very light tone, it said that it was extremely arrogant and domineering.

Wu Da's heart jumped madly, and he was deeply shocked in his eyes:

"You, are you Jiang Chen?"

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree.

Once upon a time, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel scared when he heard the name of the generals of Loulan, but now, his reputation has already spread throughout the East and West Erli, and the capital of this great country.

Even the word "Jiang Chen" is enough, which is enough to scare Loulan's children to stop crying, which can be described as:

Famous Loulan!

It won't be long before you can fix the Western Regions!

"Lao Tzu kills you the whole family!"
To be continued...