funbook-pk Chapter 708 Garlic Ribs
Chapter 708 Garlic Ribs
[Old Rabbit's Immortal Cultivation Resource Sharing and Benefits Group 9]
Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior: Brother Pu, you've really made it big! You went straight into the Free and Unfettered Sect!
111: Pu Ge is still the best!
111: I haven't seen you as a middleman lately, turns out you've switched to cultivating immortality.
Prometheus: Keep it low-key, I didn't get into the Free and Unfettered Sect through the examination; I went to the experimental group.
Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior: I've been busy streaming lately, and there hasn't been much news in the group. So you've been holding back something big?
Wishing all the cilantro in the entire galaxy to be wiped out: Brother Pu, are you coming to our sect? We'd love to welcome you! Remember to be at the cafeteria entrance by noon, and you'll definitely get your money's worth from the trip!
Prometheus: Hahahaha
Zhang San turned off his personal terminal and followed Fang Jianqing.
A headless ghost pointed the way at the entrance, and after traveling on his sword for half a day, Fang Jianqing finally saw a figure.
However, the people had formed a long queue, with a ghost cultivator standing at the front of the queue.
It was a half-demon.
Previously, fearing that they would scare away cultivators, the half-body ghost and the headless ghost always appeared in their pre-death forms. After a while, one time the half-body ghost forgot to use magic and just wandered around the Xiaoyao Sect without any cultivators reminding him. Instead, some people greeted him.
After realizing that people were not averse to his appearance, the half-demon gradually relaxed and simply showed his true face. At this moment, he was checking the documents. Some of the new cultivators had passed the test and officially joined the Free and Unfettered Sect, while others had signed up to participate in the experimental group.
The half-demon's hand reached out.
From a distance, the ghost, missing half its body and covered in wounds, was indeed terrifying. Fang Jianqing, who was already somewhat resistant due to the long journey, became even more resistant. He hesitated and joined the queue, unlike Zhang San who was so eager.
Fang Jianqing had a vague guess in his heart.
Although he felt it was just a guess and not very likely, there were many people here, so it wasn't what he thought.
But when he asked the cultivator ahead, a look of despair flashed in Fang Jianqing's eyes:
"What did you say! They're collecting residents' ID cards up ahead!"
"Shh, don't shout. I only heard it from the front, I don't know what to do with it."
Fang Jianqing was sweating profusely, and his voice was panicked: "It's over, it's over, we've really run into them."
"what?"
"nothing."
Fang Jianqing wiped the sweat from his neck. This was some remote mountain village, and they were collecting ID cards. Could it be that the Xiaoyao Sect really was the evil sect that people online were talking about?
Just hearing about it was creepy enough. Fang Jianqing thought about it and wondered if this group of people might not even be from the Xiaoyao Sect. What sect would allow the existence of vengeful ghosts?
There were still two; he remembered seeing one before coming to the sect.
Fang Jianqing moved his feet, his mind filled with ideas for how to escape.
However, the queue moved very quickly, and just as Fang Jianqing moved, the half-demon stretched out a hand that was almost severed:
"Bring me your Imperial resident ID card, and the electronic one too."
Fang Jianqing was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he stammered:
"Electronic ones too?"
"Correct."
Fang Jianqing's last glimmer of hope vanished in an instant. What did he say again? It was both a resident ID card and an electronic ID card.
The electronic ID card is now in use; it essentially means cutting off the connection to the personal computer.
The harsh truth is already quite clear.
The Free and Unfettered Sect's intention was to keep them trapped, preventing any chance of escape. With their swords everywhere, the mountains were teeming with their people; there was no way to call the police, and they couldn't escape...
Fang Jianqing was filled with despair. His mind was in turmoil, and he was unprepared to deal with the situation. He glared at the headless ghost, made a snap decision, and decided to fight to the death.
“You guys…”
Heartless...human traffickers...
Before Fang Jianqing could finish speaking, the half-demon, seeing the hesitant cultivator before him, ran out of patience. Being strong, he snatched the ID card from Fang Jianqing's hand, compared it to the iris on the ID card and the electronic ID, glanced at Fang Jianqing briefly, then returned the ID card and quickly shoved him aside.
"Alright, this is me. Take a steel basin to the canteen halfway up the mountain for lunch. They'll be serving food soon, so hurry up or you'll only get leftovers."
The half-demon kindly gave some advice.
Before Fang Jianqing could react, he was pushed out of the crowd. He looked at the ID card that was shoved back into his hand, and swallowed the rest of his words.
This plot doesn't make sense.
In the remote mountains, they first collect ID cards, then control them, administer anesthesia, and then begin harvesting organs and using their blood for cultivation or something similar.
This is the correct way to practice evil cultivation! And now that his ID card has been returned, Fang Jianqing is starting to feel puzzled. He glances back at the half-demon:
"Don't you accept ID cards?"
"Why would I need to collect your ID card? Just take a look. It's not like it's a spirit stone or crystal core."
The half-demon looked at Fang Jianqing with a puzzled expression.
Fang Jianqing lowered his head silently.
It turns out he misunderstood. Thank goodness, the Free and Unfettered Sect is neither a gathering place for evil cultivators nor a human trafficking group.
The StarNet really ruined him; Fang Jianqing almost died on the spot.
I should never trust the monks who relay messages again; the misunderstanding almost escalated into something much worse.
As usual, Fang Jianqing carried a basin. His thoughts were jumping around, and he began to wonder about the purpose of the steel basin.
Fang Jianqing and Zhang San traveled together.
Zhang San had no idea what Fang Jianqing was thinking along the way, nor did he know that he almost ran away from the Xiaoyao Sect that very day.
Just then, Zhang San saw the messages that Shangguan Linghu and Zhong Liyu had sent him.
Zhang San had known Shangguan Linghu for seven years. Back then, they even went to the "restaurant where sword cultivators risked their careers" to snatch spiritual food. In recent years, Zhang San had been focusing on cultivation and hadn't contacted Shangguan Linghu for a while.
I thought we'd be awkward around each other, but to my surprise, Shangguan Linghu didn't say much and just posted a topographical map.
Wipe out all cilantro in the entire galaxy: Take the path I marked, it's a shortcut and you'll get there faster.
Zhong Liyu and Shangguan Linghu were in perfect sync, both throwing out maps.
I'm a Monopoly: Brother Pu, I've saved you a spot to make a living.
After reading the message on his personal terminal, Zhang San quickly pulled Fang Jianqing aside:
"Come on, let's make this way. I heard today's menu includes cola duck wings, dry-pot cauliflower, candied potatoes, and garlic ribs..."
"As for food, I can't eat because I'm fasting."
"Probably. It's okay if you don't eat, just watch. Let's hurry up, or there won't be any seats left."
"it is good."
Zhang San and Fang Jianqing hurried along, and could smell the aroma of the food from afar. Zhang San, who used to run a business selling spiritual food, was immediately struck by the smell and even felt more energetic as he walked.
"Brother Pu, come here, go line up for your food first, and squat over here later, the other side is full of people."