Beiyin Great Sage

of course.

Even so, he is happy.

It is unreasonable to refuse to take a share from the dark workshop by himself, and he can also give priority to the divinity of the dark workshop's transactions in the future.

"One more thing."

Thinking of some unpleasant things, Ge Honggen huddled his old face:

"There are rumors in the market that the destruction of the Black Wind Bandits was not due to the master, but to the help of the leader of the Jushan Gang, Yang Su."

"Because the bandit leader killed the entire family of the deputy leader of the Jushan Gang, the disaster was brought about. The leader just happened to take advantage of it."

As soon as these words fell, everyone was in a panic.

At the beginning Zhou Jia said that he wanted to deal with the Black Wind Bandit, but many people waited to see the joke. Now that the Black Wind Bandit has been wiped out, there are still gossips.

"Ah……"

Zhou Jia heard the words lightly:

"Let him go."

"Furthermore, Xiao Guoliang, the leader of the Black Wind Bandit, was indeed killed by Yang Su. There is nothing to earn. Who is so free?"

"The young son of the Sang family."

Sang Nanfeng?

Zhou Jia shook his head.

……

……

……

The speed of progress in the dark workshop was beyond everyone's expectations.

After Cai Yuzhen presented the plan of controlling ghosts to the Jushan Gang, there was indeed a lot of controversy within the Jushan Gang.

There is no problem with setting up a dark workshop.

But when Zhou Jia was brought here, they knew exactly what the Ghost Control Sect was planning.

Although they didn't attack directly, Yan Zhi, the deputy gang leader, and Xing Zhao, the elder Xing Zhao, died because of Zhou Jia.

Cooperation?

It is said that in the main meeting hall, Xing Zhaoju was so angry that his face was flushed and he almost cursed on the spot.

However, this matter was decided by Yang Suli, who overcame all opinions and made a final decision in just a few days, and jointly opened a dark workshop.

……

"Crack...knock..."

With his hands behind his back and snow on his feet, Zhou Jiamai walked up the steep mountain.

"Is it the front?"

He stared ahead, his eyes dim.

"Yes."

Cai Yuzhen nodded:

"This was originally a nest of ice-eating ants, but it was burned down by a fire. There are many natural passages inside the mountain."

"The cloud and mist array is deployed outside, and the ice and fire double killing array is hidden inside. There are three people in the main array, and the ghost master, my gang, and brother Zhou each choose one."

"The benefit is [-]% for the Ghost Control Sect, [-]% for my gang, and [-]% for Brother Zhou. At the same time, Brother Zhou needs to sit in the dark workshop to maintain order."

"[-]%?" Zhou Jia paused slightly, then nodded slowly:

"also!"

He is just an individual, and he cannot share equally with the great power of his family, unless he can occupy an overwhelming advantage by himself.

Moreover, the formations on the outside of the dark workshop, the layout inside, and even the business model are all completed by two major forces, and it is not bad to divide it into [-]%.

even.

The reason why it is divided into [-]% is also because there is a need for checks and balances between the two forces.

The iceberg is about three hundred feet high, with more than a hundred entrances and exits, and the inner passages are intricate, forming a natural maze.

Even if it is silver, it is impossible to clarify the path inside.

"After setting up the formation, everyone who enters holds a guide, and with the help of the guide, they can come out from any exit."

"At the same time, we provide vestments and mysterious weapons that hide the breath, and can change the body shape, breath and even voice at will to prevent people from being recognized."

Cai Yuzhen continued to speak:

"Of course, if you bring your own, you can."

"In order to prevent someone from intercepting and killing those who came to sell their divinity, during the period when Fangshi was opened, the cloud and mist outside the iceberg shrouded the vicinity for tens of miles, and the breath within this range would be detected if it exceeded the black iron, so that it can be prevented. Someone is following you secretly."

"I have a question." Zhou Jia put his chin in his hand and asked:

"How do we make people trust us?"

These methods are only to prevent the danger from outside, but they cannot guarantee that the host of the dark workshop will not attack other people.

"Absolutely believe, it is definitely impossible." Cai Yuzhen shook his head:

"Trust is cultivated little by little. Brother Zhou, as the host of the dark workshop, believes that he has the ability to run the dark workshop better and better."

"of course."

Zhou Jia smiled at the corner of his mouth:

"If the business is agreed, the more I will get, right?"

"Not bad." Cai Yuzhen also smiled:

"In addition to collecting entry fees and selling hidden weapons, the income of the dark workshop mainly depends on the lease of the stalls inside each time it is opened."

"In addition to the temporary lease, there will also be nine permanent booths. These booths have their own backgrounds, and their money is naturally free."

Among the permanent booths, Zhou Jia's Taobaoju is naturally one.

There are two each from the Ghost Control Sect and the Giant Mountain Gang, and the other four are used to win over certain people or forces, Zhou Jia doesn't need to worry about such things.

"very good."

Zhou Jia nodded:

"When does it begin?"

"About a year later." Cai Yuzhen counted:

"A year later, the formation should be almost ready."

Chapter 111 Divine Transaction

Although Sang Nanfeng is of the blood of the longevity species, he is not a longevity species, at least not before transforming into the body of the sky ghost.

Lively and sunny.

Only ghosts are different.

Sang Lao's residence is located deep in the ground, and there is a Nine Nether Origin Formation, where ghosts and evil spirits gather, and the ghostly aura is overwhelming, which he doesn't like.

Sang Nanfeng is rarely willing to come if it is not necessary.

A group of black shadows swayed back and forth under the dim candlelight, and a faint voice came:

"Zhou Yi's ability to destroy the Black Wind Bandit must be extraordinary, at least far beyond the ordinary seventh rank, so don't provoke him if it is not necessary."

"It was Yang Su who killed Xiao Guoliang, not him." Sang Nanfeng frowned:

"The one surnamed Zhou is just a fifth-grade silver, and it's not a longevity species, let alone the key to eradicating the Black Wind Bandits. In my opinion, it's just a way to gain fame."

"Why should father be afraid of him?"

"It's not that I'm afraid." The ghost's voice was erratic:

"It's not necessary."

"You have to remember that all great powers cannot withstand time. As long as we transform into the bodies of heavenly ghosts, our lifespan can reach tens of thousands of years. Even most legendary species can't compare. There is no need to compete with others for a moment. After thousands or thousands of years, you will see him again."

"Xue Tianmai is my friend." Sang Nanfeng was still a little unconvinced, and said in a muffled voice:

"Watching the surnamed Zhou kill my friend, if I remain indifferent, even if I live for thousands of years, what can I do?"

"It's just a shrinking turtle!"

"Ok?"

As soon as the ghost shadow's voice sank, a dark wind suddenly rose in the field, and countless resentful spirits screamed again and again, which also made Sang Nanfeng's face turn pale, and he retreated subconsciously.

"You do not understand."

After all, it is his only blood, Sang Lao suppressed the anger in his heart, and said:

"How can a mere mortal monk be your friend, not to mention, who told you that Xue Tianmai was killed by Zhou Yi?"

"Who else could it be if it wasn't him?" Sang Nanfeng curled his lips:

"Xue Tianmai came to me specifically before he died, saying that he had offended Zhou Yi, and he was afraid that his life would not be long, but it turned out to be true later."

"Master."

At some point, an old man appeared in the field.

The old man was dressed in a Confucian shirt and held a folding fan. He looked gentle, but he didn't seem to be out of harmony in this eerie place.

He cupped his fists and said:

"As far as I know, Xue Tianmai lost his backer after the death of Yan Zhi, the deputy head of the Jushan Clan. In addition, he offended many people by doing too much in the past, so he was retaliated against."

"He knew that he would not escape if he stayed in the Giant Mountain Gang, so he fled secretly, intending to go elsewhere, but died at the mouth of a strange beast halfway."

"Looking at the cause and effect, Zhou Yi did not deliberately target him."

"Humph!"

Sang Nanfeng refused to accept:

"If it wasn't for Zhou Yi, how could Yan Zhi die? The reason why the others dared to attack him was because they wanted to claim Zhou's surname. As for dying at the mouth of a strange beast halfway, don't you think it's too coincidental?"

"enough!"

As soon as Sang Lao's voice was mentioned, he was already full of anger:

"Don't bring up this matter again, and don't continue to spread rumors about Zhou Yi. I have a vague feeling that a big change is coming. Too much publicity is never a good thing."

At the end of the conversation, there was a hint of worry in the voice.

"Big change?" Sang Nanfeng raised his eyebrows:

"With your father here, what is there to be afraid of?"

He has seen his mysterious father make a move. Although they are both at the seventh level, the ordinary seventh level is not enough to watch.

Not even hands-on.

With a slight wave of the soul-calling banner, the seventh-rank silver will be killed on the spot. How can the accumulation of tens of thousands of years be compared by ordinary monks?

Except for a few legendary species, there is little fear.

As for gold...

How can such existences have the same knowledge as them.

"You do not understand."

Old Sang's voice is leisurely:

"This fragmented world is enough to create too many miracles. The leader of the Jushan Gang, Yang Su, seems to have gotten some benefits from the Black Wind Bandit. Recently, his aura has changed greatly. Even I dare not act rashly."

"Patience, silence, let's talk after we get out."

"..." Sang Nanfeng frowned, and then said: