In the quiet world, it is rainy.

In the dangerous wilderness, a man in black robe walked slowly towards the direction of Pastoral City, as if taking a walk.

If anyone saw it, they would be shocked.

Because it is a cloudy and rainy day, not to mention the obstruction of sight, it is difficult to detect all kinds of evil and weird things that come out to look for food. It is also a time when evil spirits are rampant.

Without the shock of the sun, they act unscrupulously.

Walking alone outside is no different from dying.

Unless you are strong enough to have the confidence to deal with all dangers calmly.

At the same time, a group of convoys noticed the man in black robes not far ahead.

"Xiao Liu, go talk to the brothers and hurry up and get closer." A middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader ordered the boy who was following him.

"I got it, Master!" The boy immediately turned around and went to inform the rest of the team.

After a while, the speed of the convoy increased and it gradually approached the lonely man in black robe.

"Sir, can that adult protect us? He won't kill people and steal goods on the way, right?"

Xiao Liu returned, looked at the black figure, swallowed and said.

Apparently, he guessed his master's intention and planned to seek asylum from the man in black robe.

"It doesn't matter, those who can wear black robes are all spiritual masters. Judging from my many years of business experience, this person should have gone to seek refuge in Pastoral City. I heard a few days ago that their guard captain Tiexin, a fifth-grade peak warrior, also

There were twenty fourth-grade great spiritual warriors, but for some reason they were all wiped out.

In order to quickly fill the gap in strength and cope with the large-scale strange tide that occurs once every three years, Pastoral City has offered high prices to recruit experts. Our small amount of goods may be regarded as a huge sum of money in the eyes of ordinary people. But in the eyes of spiritual warriors,

It's probably worthless."

The leader of the convoy is also helpless, doing business in the secluded world, except for those super large chambers of commerce.

These small teams are completely risking their lives.

Every caravan has a safe route map in hand.

Of course, it is said to be a safe route, but in fact it is not guaranteed to be 100%.

If you are unlucky and encounter a strange evil spirit that suddenly arrives, whether you live or die depends entirely on God's will.

For short-distance business trips, choose the nearest city. One day is almost enough.

In addition, many people traveled back and forth, and everyone found the safest path.

Therefore, the chances of survival are higher, but wanting to make a lot of money is purely wishful thinking.

It can only be said that they live a better life than ordinary people in the city.

And that kind of long-distance caravan takes days, nights, or even months.

Profits scare an individual to death. As long as he succeeds once, he can become a well-off family, not to mention getting rich suddenly.

Even if you sit back and eat nothing, you can still eat for several years.

But huge profits drive people crazy and spawn countless desperadoes.

Some people become masters, and some people leave their bodies in the wilderness.

The leader of the convoy is an expert in short-distance trade.

There are many customers in Pastoral City, and they order things from him that are not available in the city.

His strength is not strong and he can only enter the third level for the first time.

It took more than ten years of business practice to accumulate half of the wealth.

His businessman friends all laughed at him after hearing this.

Instead of improving strength, it would be more cost-effective to hire more skilled guards.

Then, there were not many friends left alive at this time who had advised him.

Either they were killed by hired warriors, or they died at the hands of strangers or evil spirits on the road.

And he relied on his third-grade strength to escape death several times.

The leader of the team knows very well that strength is fundamental in Youshi.

When faced with a fatal crisis, do you think the guards with their swords licking blood can be of the same mind as you?

At that time, I had no one to rely on except myself.

Vision kills the ignorant.

"Lord Spirit Master in front, please wait a moment." When the convoy was only a mile away from the man in black robe, the leader shouted loudly.

The entourage in the team had sweaty palms holding their weapons.

Without him, I am afraid.

In the wilderness, it's raining, and it's a good time to kill people and buy goods.

If the leader knew what his subordinates were thinking, he would probably laugh out loud.

Don't make trouble, any cultivator who is stronger than him will never value their goods.

As for those with low strength, what kind of waves can they create?

Hacked to death!

Therefore, to be a short-distance businessman, vision and wisdom are extremely important.

Will it kill innocent people indiscriminately?

The smell of blood in the wild can attract strange people looking for food, which is very troublesome.

And those who can ignore trouble will never kill indiscriminately.

He Xiaotian stopped and turned around.

The face hidden under the black hood was curved.

Although Tie Xin provided him with a lot of information, can he completely believe it?

cannot!!

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

What’s more, they are people from two different worlds!

Coupled with the hatred between the two, to be fair.

If this guy hadn't plotted against He Xiaotian and laid a trap in his words, he would be sorry for the blood feud.

That's why he walked slowly in the wild, looking like a fearless and powerful man.

Tie Xin once said that as a large city in the south, Pastoral City is extremely prosperous in commerce.

Every day there is an endless stream of businessmen coming from all directions.

He Xiaotian decided to sneak into a caravan and then make some insinuations to find out some information.

After all, when it comes to knowledge, businessmen are among the best.

As for how to sneak into the caravan?

Naturally, you want people to take the initiative to come over, rather than joining in with a big face, which is too embarrassing.

Just after entering the Netherworld, He Xiaotian saw this group of less than thirty people from a distance.

What should he do if the other party ignores him?

Hehe, blood is a good thing and can attract countless dangers.

In an emergency, he congratulated someone for saving the caravan. These people should still be grateful.

"Sir, are you going to seek refuge in Pastoral City?"

The leader of the team stepped forward, saluted and asked.

"Um."

He Xiaotian turned around and hummed at him.

And when he looked at the team, everyone's expressions suddenly became very exciting.

If it weren't for the courage they had gained from being outside for many years, they would have thrown the knives in their hands at He Xiaotian and run away at this moment.

Because on his face, a terrifying and weird bronze mask came into view.

"I wonder if I can come with you? I'm willing to pay one-tenth of the price of the caravan's goods."

"Can."

As a result, He Xiaotian was supported by a group of respectful natives and got into the car.

The guards in the team did not complain at all.

They receive a fixed remuneration, and it doesn't matter whether the caravan makes a profit or a loss.
To be continued...