Chapter 164: Scam? Same Purpose [Ding! Collection failed! ] [The current system does not support the storage of life forms with autonomous consciousness] After hearing the feedback from the system, Chen Lingyou was not depressed at all. Instead, there was a hint of profound meaning in his eyes. "Uncle, how about this, is it the same as the one you encountered?" Wells's impatient voice came, staring at him with hopeful eyes. Although he discovered the abnormality of the stone, Chen Lingyou did not intend to act rashly. Hearing the question, he smiled and slowly stretched his hand back. "Yes, yours is the same stone that emits blue light that I encountered before." "Yeah! That's great!!!" After getting Chen Lingyou's affirmation, Wells' face immediately showed surprise. After cheering, he jumped three feet high.
"When mother comes back, I will tell her that I didn't lie!" "Uncle, um...can you testify for me?" Looking at Wells who was a little embarrassed, Chen Lingyou didn't hesitate, smiled and nodded and agreed. "Okay, I'll accompany you then." "Yeah! Thanks uncle!" Wells was delighted and ran out of the room cheering. While talking to Wells, Chen Lingyou was also paying attention to the middle-aged woman who went out, that is, Wells' mother. When Wells ran out, the other party seemed to have just arrived at the destination and stopped in front of a strangely shaped building. How do you say weird? But the color of the whole room was particularly creepy, it was a kind of pale red with some black. It was as if the surface of the house was covered with dried blood, and when you got close you could smell a fishy odor, which was extremely terrifying. But the middle-aged woman standing outside the door only stood there for a while, as if she was already used to it, and soon knocked on the wooden door. "Come in……" After a moment, an extremely old voice was heard in the room. The faint sense of desolation in the tone seemed to indicate that the owner's time was running out. Hearing this voice, the middle-aged woman suddenly became nervous, as if the person who spoke had a very high status in the village. The next moment, the two tightly closed wooden doors trembled slightly, as if some invisible force pulled them open out of thin air. It was obviously not the first time that the middle-aged woman had seen this kind of method. She just shrank her head slightly and walked in with gritted teeth. Compared with the appearance of this house, its interior decoration gives people a feeling of being in the "hell". In the entire hall, except for a few scattered yellowish lights, everything was dark red like ink. Walking along the gloomy passage, a figure surrounded by candles finally appeared in the room at the end.
"Master Priest, I...I would like to ask for a portion of divine blood. I wonder if you can grant me that?" The middle-aged woman lowered her attitude extremely low, with a pious look on her face, and knelt directly on her knees like a believer. "Seeking God's blood?" Under the candlelight, the man called the priest finally slowly opened his eyes. It was an extremely old face, to such an extent that it was not at the age that a normal human could reach. Looking down at the other person's body, there were complex patterns around him created by the dark red liquid. If you meet someone who doesn't understand it, it can look quite intimidating at a glance. It was obvious that everyone in the village was frightened by this "mysterious priest". In Chen Lingyou's eyes, this was just a young man in his twenties with the strength of the third level of the Spirit Realm. Yes, still a young man. As for why the other party has such an old face, in fact, it is just a mask with weak spiritual power. Seeing this, it is not difficult to guess why the other party deliberately dressed like this. Using this appearance to cheat people is much more effective than using the appearance of a young person. But for an ordinary middle-aged woman, all of this is completely flawless. The "priest" looked up and down at the middle-aged woman in front of him, then seemed to remember something, raised his eyebrows slightly and said. "I remember you, the one at the entrance of the village, right?" "Without the protection of divine blood, you haven't been visited by the Dream God for such a long time. It seems that you are quite lucky." When the other party was speaking, the middle-aged woman just kept her head down and dared not speak. "If you want to ask for divine blood, you should know what I want, right?" "Have you brought everything?" "Take it, take it!" This time, she finally spoke again and immediately handed over a banknote from her pocket. When he first settled here, Chen Lingyou gave the other party a total of five such banknotes. Even after seeing the money, the "old priest" still remained mysterious and did not directly reach out to take it. He just raised his fingertips and the "banknote" floated directly from the hand of the person in front of him. The middle-aged woman was naturally frightened by this scene and dared not move, and her faith in her heart became even more devout. "Take it, and remember, every window and door must be painted with divine blood." "Otherwise, the Dream God will be omnipresent..." After the priest said this mysteriously, a clay jar the size of a head quietly appeared on the altar.
The middle-aged woman held it up carefully as if she had found a treasure. "Thank you, Lord Priest!" The priest at the center of the altar closed his eyes again, and the middle-aged woman also cautiously left the room. "Snapped……" It was not until the sound of the door closing was heard that the "priest" who was originally sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall opened his eyes again. This time, his eyes no longer had the turbidity of previous vicissitudes, as if they had become much clearer in an instant. Along with the appearance of a faint aura of spiritual energy, the figure of the "priest" was still in the same place, but behind him, another slightly taller figure had appeared. This is a handsome young man. Surprisingly, he is an Oriental with yellow skin. If it happened in other places, this would not be a rare thing. But its appearance in such a remote village in the British Empire seemed a bit suspicious. After the young man revealed his true identity, he took the "banknote" in his hand and casually stuffed it into a box full of paper money. "There aren't many materials left. Looks like I need to go out and buy some livestock." The mumbling voice was completely different from the previous one, and the words were the Canglan language of the Canglan Empire. "I don't believe you can endure this long! This time, I must catch you and see what kind of person you are!" (End of this chapter)
