If Li Yun, a later generation, saw this place on the map, he would immediately recognize that it was the other half of the American continent on earth. At this time, there were no American imperials and powerful people here, and the ones living here were a group of yellow natives.

"I found it, I found it, twenty years, twenty years!"

This is an extremely dense jungle. On the banks of a river in the jungle, an old man with a sling-headed beggar's face kept laughing wildly, and he was holding a brightly colored flower in his hand.

There was a strong man standing beside him, probably in his early forties. This man looked like an old man's guard, but he didn't look like a guard.

In addition to these two people, there were also a group of Indians kneeling on the ground around them. These Indians were like kneeling to worship gods, and their respectful crawling postures were like sculptures.

"Dear wise man, congratulations..."

The Indians crawled on the ground, and one of the old priests dared to look up. Although they looked up, the man was crawling. He tried to raise his head and looked at the old man with a sling-headed beggar face, and asked reluctantly: "Smart, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'm leaving!"

The old man with a sling-headed beggar's face suddenly stopped laughing and sighed for some reason.

I just smiled like a madman, but in a blink of an eye I became calm.

His seemingly turbid eyes were deep and distant, as if they could penetrate the world and people's hearts. He held the colorful flowers in his hand and looked at the sky to the west from afar. His eyes blinked and there were tears faintly.

"I have been leaving home for more than twenty years..."

This sentence is a Chinese language with a straightforward and melodious Chinese character.

The old Indian priest crawling on the ground still raised his head. The old priest's tone became even more reluctant and he whispered: "If the wise man leaves, who will lead us to live?"

As he said that, he worshiped him with great devout piety and said, "It was you who taught us to grow crops; it was you who taught us to weave nets and fish; in order to study magical witch medicine and read all our ancient books, you impart knowledge free of charge, so that we can regain civilization. If it weren't for you, where should we go? Wise, can you not leave?"

"hehe!"

The old man with a sling-headed beggar's face suddenly smiled, but his smile seemed extremely cold, and suddenly said, "I am good to you because you are useful. I need someone to help me find poison, so I give me a sweet date with a stick. You don't have to thank me. Your harvest is exchanged for human life."

As he said that, he stopped, turned to look at the sturdy and bearded man, and smiled and said, "Come, do you think what I said is right?"

The beard seemed to turn a deaf ear, but he calmly spoke and replied, "Yes, this is what they deserve. In twenty years, tens of thousands of people died and injured. In order to help you find poison, he has almost traveled all over this continent. He has to test the poison. Thousands of people who die under the test will have to die."

He also stopped and looked at the old man with a banyan beggar face with a fierce look, gritting his teeth and saying, "The people who died of the medicine were all strong and powerful people."

The old man seemed not to see his cruel gaze, but just smiled and nodded, "It's not bad, that's right. They helped me find medicine, and they also had to try it out. In order to try whether the medicine can poison people's strength, I will choose Kong Wu's powerful young man every time. Many people died for this medicine."

The group of Indians were still crawling on the ground, with piety like worshiping gods on their faces. Only the old priest leaned his head, and tears were all in his old and turbid eyes.

However, the old man with a sling-headed beggar face had no mercy, but said leisurely: "Do you understand now? We are just a deal. I am a man and a man. I always pay as much as you ask for. You use your life to help me do things. I will give you some benefits. We are just a deal, a deal for twenty years!"

The old priest trembled a few times, and suddenly said firmly: "No, this is not a transaction. Although we died tens of thousands of people, we were willing to die for you. Although we died tens of thousands of people, there were hundreds of thousands of people in the entire ethnic group. We learned to plant grain, weaving nets and fishing, we..."

"Okay, okay!"

The old man with a sling-headed beggar's face seemed impatient, and suddenly waved his hand to interrupt the old priest, and said coldly: "You have died tens of thousands of people. I have found the peerless poison. This is the transaction. Our transaction has been completed..."

As he said that, he looked at the gorgeous flowers in his hand and then said, "I will pick one hundred of these poisonous flowers for me, otherwise I am afraid that returning to my hometown will not be enough. This flower will only make an adult and strong man lose his strength, and the guy I want to deal with has natural divine power."

This was his order, and the Indians obeyed as if they were following the oracle. Soon all the Indians left and went deep into the endless forest to help him find poisonous flowers.

Only the old man and the bearded guest were left on the spot.

The bearded guest had a calm expression until now that he suddenly spoke and said, "Actually, you can't bear it, right?"

The old man didn't speak!

The bearded guest said again: "You have said that people do things because people have more heart than wild animals. You actually can't bear it, because you have killed tens of thousands of people for your own pursuit. These natives regard you as gods, and you have actually seen them as people."

As he said, he stopped, and suddenly his tone became mocking, and he said, "I remember one year a child was entangled by a python. At that time, I happened to be sent by you to the jungle to find poison..."

"Enough, shut up!"

The old man suddenly shouted loudly and said sternly: "Come, bearded, don't forget that you are my slave!"

The bearded guest yelled twice, but he didn't shut up at all, and continued: "When I was sent by you to find poison, no one around you helped you deal with the python, but you went to save the child like crazy. Hahaha, you, an old man with no power, actually went to fight for a giant python... Old man, don't lie to yourself, you have already had feelings for these natives, and you are also guilty of your fault."

The old man suddenly turned his head, as if he didn't want the bearded guest to see his face. After a long time, the old man said gloomyly: "I said, I do everything in business, I am always a good deal, and I am never a bad price. In my eyes, life is worthless, in my heart, there is no emotion, and my lifelong pursuit has given me the way to pursue immortality."

As he said that, he slowly raised the joke again, his eyes obsessed with admiring the beauty of the flower, and murmured: "When I return to the Central Plains, I will use this poison to deal with Li Yuanba. At that time, there is no war god in the Li family, and I can seize the world. With the luck of the world, I can fly to the immortals in the sun."

The bearded guest suddenly smiled coldly and said with a sarcastic expression: "Twenty years have passed, are you sure the Central Plains are still in chaos? What if the Li family has already won the world and become the new master of the country?"

The old man was stunned.
Chapter completed!