My technique advances once a day

Time flies, and three days pass.

In a large private room on the second floor of an inn in a town, eight demons from the Extreme Yin Sect sat around the table with gloomy expressions, all of them silent.

Except for the Jiyin Demon who was leading the group, who was holding his forehead and meditating, the other demons were all the people in charge who were removed from the Xian Gong Camp and released by Shen Yuan.

Now we have gathered together to find the Jiyin messenger and report that the camp was destroyed and the immortal tribute was lost.

After that, the messenger fell into deep thought.

Everyone's eyes were on the leader, and they exchanged glances with each other, feeling uneasy. No one paid attention to the dishes on the table in front of them.

However, two of them still had their eyes rolling around, focusing entirely on the dazzling array of dishes and drinks on the table.

There is a lot of rain and fog in Hanyu City, and the air is very cold, so the food here is spicy and the wine is heart-burning.

There is also a steaming and bubbly hot pot in the center of the table.

But no one spoke, everyone lowered their heads and didn't know what they were thinking. The atmosphere in the private room was very heavy for a while, and the two of them could only sit quietly, not daring to move their chopsticks.

Fortunately, not long after, someone finally spoke, breaking the dull atmosphere.

"Sir, it's not that we are too weak, but that the enemy is too strong! Didn't you see that all my men were killed before they could hold out for even a few minutes?"

The first one took the lead in expressing his victory speech. When the other Jiyin Demons heard the movement, they raised their heads and looked at the leader with a gloomy expression. They nodded in unison and echoed the same words:

"Yes, sir, we are completely unprepared!"

"If we can get the news in advance, we can also transfer the immortal tribute in the coffin in advance."

"This man wiped out several camps in a few days. The speed was so fast and terrifying!"

"..."

The two brothers Yin Chun and Yin He, who were sitting at the end, were also making noises, and expressed with embarrassment: "I have one thing to say, and I feel the same way. That's true."

The booing continued, but the two of them were not honest with their little hands. They picked up the chopsticks and rinsed the vegetables on the plate, then added the tripe and mutton to the pot. They took a sip of wine, put the bar on their stomachs, and put down their chopsticks after the booing was over.

"Yes, sir."

After a few minutes of silence, the second person spoke. He found a reasonable excuse and complained:

"That thief is menacing and has extraordinary strength. He is not an ordinary person. We also had a narrow escape. If it weren't for the purpose of sending the news about this villain, we would really want to die on the spot. We would be willing to be tortured to death!"

"Yes! I am willing to die for Jiyinmen!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, expressing their loyalty, saying that they did not escape because they were greedy for life, but to send the news out so as not to affect the overall situation!

The two brothers Yin Chun and Yin He were no exception. They kept muttering that they were willing to sacrifice their hearts for Ji Yinmen, and took out all the tripe and meat dishes that had just been put into the pot and ate them happily.

After finishing a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine, he dropped the meatballs into the pot, then put down his chopsticks and stopped playing with everyone for the time being.

After a few more minutes of pause, the third person present spoke:

"Sir, this is weird to say the least. The person who attacked Xian Gong also brought the corpse leader with him. It couldn't be someone from our sect who did it!"

"Speaking of this, I remembered that there has always been a grudge between Yin Changyun next door and our boss! Couldn't it be this guy who is causing the problem?"

"If you rebel against him, we will destroy his place too!"

"This guy has a way to die!"

"..."

After mentioning it like this, everyone started talking about the suspect again. The more they talked, the more certain it was Yin Changyun who did this.

The two brothers Yin Chun and Yin He also joined in the verbal and written criticism of Yin Changyun, but they did not forget to take out the cooked meatballs.

The meatballs were very soupy. Yin Chun took a bite and the scalding hot liquid spread to Yin He next to him. The heat made him shiver and he almost turned into a corpse on the spot.

After a while, all the meatballs entered their stomachs. Yin Chun added the tofu vermicelli into the pot, and even spread the noodles around the hot pot.

If you don’t eat some staple food, you will get hungry easily.

At this time, the demons who had been discussing for a long time finally died down. Without the Jiyin Messenger to speak, everyone could only lose their temper and complain, and ultimately they had to take responsibility themselves.

"Actually, there are ways to make up for it."

At this time, the fourth person, the idea king in the team, spoke:

"If we snatch the immortal tribute from the other envoys one by one, we can make up for our losses!"

"Hey! I think it's good!"

Someone nodded in agreement:

"Anyway, there is a redundant amount of immortal tribute. One less person in the family will not be a problem! In the end, it will not affect the sacrifice, and we can still escape accountability!"

"That makes sense, not to mention that we are all members of the Jiyin Sect. What do you mean by robbing? I picked it up!"

"I am free and my possibilities are endless!"

"..."

With a brilliant idea, the world will naturally become wider.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became heated. After all, there seemed to be no better way.

The Yin Chun brothers also felt that this method was perfect, but they resisted the urge to applaud.

Because the hands are also used to hold chopsticks to pick up vegetables.

Soon, a pot of noodles, spicy and sour vermicelli, and soft tofu all went into the stomachs of the two brothers.

After a few more drinks, I feel refreshed and happy!

Thump thump thump!

The wooden table was knocked, and the clear sound suppressed the voices of everyone who was about to pick up the immortal tribute.

Everyone looked nervously at the Jiyin Messenger who was holding his forehead, and only heard a muffled voice:

"Going to pick up immortal tribute is a last resort."

"For now, we'd better find the thief who stole the immortal tribute first. If we can't capture the thief, we'll think about it later."

"The thief will definitely not give up easily, and will continue to attack the immortals in other places."

"So the top priority is to find the thief's movements first and notify me. I will take action when the time comes."

The Jiyin Messenger raised his gloomy face and sighed:

"But that's it for now, you guys eat the food first...fuck...fuck, where's the food?"

The Jiyin Messenger raised his head, preparing to tell his subordinates to eat and drink before looking for the thief. However, the plate in front of him was clean and shiny. Where was the food?

The Jiyin Messenger didn't give up, so he picked up his chopsticks and stirred them in the soup pot a few times. He lifted the chopsticks, but he didn't even get a single bean sprout out!

He was already extremely miserable because of the loss of the immortal tribute, but now when he poked it with a chopstick, everything came up, and he also had a taste of the air force.

His face suddenly turned blue and white.

A group of people also looked at each other in confusion, wondering why the whole table of dishes was gone before it started!

Yin Chun's forehead was sweating and his whole body was smooth. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and burped slightly, almost knocking out the fans he had just swallowed. He exhaled and said leisurely:

"The dishes that ordinary people do business with may be just like this, and they won't be eaten."

The Jiyin Messenger was currently upset about the loss of Xian Gong. He had no time to care about a table of food, so he could only wave his hand:

"There is no food prepared here. Hurry up and find someone. If you can't find someone, you will die in Hanyu City and be transformed into a corpse king!"

"I accept your orders!" A group of people reluctantly put down their chopsticks for making soup and stood up no longer lingering.

[Hey, shameless, please urge me to update the power generation, I’ll give you a thumbs up!]