Chapter 2828
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Tax Officer
"I see. This thing is indeed mysterious. I heard from Lord Ju Yuansi that this thing came from a place called the Civilization Plane. It seems like this Civilization Plane is no small matter!"
Xin Lugu blinked his eyes and continued probing, "For Lord General to be able to obtain a treasure from the Civilization Plane, he is truly amazing!"
"Hahaha, the Civilization Plane is indeed a mysterious plane. As for Lord General, if you have the chance to meet him in the future, you will naturally understand!"
The Colonel was from the Witch Race. Hearing Xin Lugu praising Lord General, his face revealed a pleased expression.
No matter what Xin Lugu asked, he refused to say anything else.
Seeing this, Luo Zheng knew that he would not be able to get anything out of him. Moreover, if he was too anxious, it would instead arouse the other party's vigilance. Hence, he used his eyes to signal Xin Lugu to stop asking.
Luo Zheng and Xin Lugu obediently followed behind the Colonel. After a moment, they passed through the wormhole and entered the Abyss Prison Realm.
The Abyss Prison Realm was not as chaotic as Xin Lugu described. Instead, it was orderly.
They entered a city in the Abyss Prison Realm. This city wasn't too big.
In the city, the buildings of the Immortal Plane and other styles were mixed together, forming a very strange sense of beauty.
The style of these buildings was very unique. Most of them were square and stood tall. The surface of the buildings was inlaid with many reflective crystal objects that sparkled under the scorching sun.
Luo Zheng could feel that the essence of these buildings was very weak. They seemed to be made of ordinary earth and stone. However, the surface of the buildings was covered with a sturdy energy shield. It would not be easy to destroy them.
Under Xin Lugu's lead, Luo Zheng entered a square tall building. This building wasn't very tall, but there was a spatial array inside. With Xin Lugu's nearly six thousand feet tall body, there was no feeling of narrowness when he entered.
After entering the building, Luo Zheng was overjoyed. He discovered that there were strange symbols on mysterious books everywhere.
After a while, Luo Zheng and Xin Lugu saw a human warrior. It was the Tax Officer of the Abyss Prison Realm.
This human martial artist was a bald middle-aged man. He wore a low-grade Dao Rank battle suit and had a black beard. There was a deep and long scar on the left side of his face, like a large centipede growing on his face. He looked extremely ferocious.
"You are the people who want to sneak into the Abyss Prison Realm?"
The bald man coldly asked as he swept his gaze over Luo Zheng and the bald middle-aged man with an ominous glint in his eyes.
"We just don't know the current rules of the Abyss Prison Realm. We didn't violate them on purpose. Since we can use the Evil Spirit Crossing Fee to offset our crimes, we will accept the punishment!"
Xin Lugu said lightly.
This bald-headed middle-aged man had a fiendish expression. As he spoke, the corners of his mouth carried a disdainful smile, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
"Humph, humph, just accept your punishment? Do you think that breaking the laws of the Abyss Prison Realm is so easy to offset? The fine is a hundred times the fee. That's a hundred million low-grade immortal pills per person. Can you afford that? "
Seeing Xin Lugu's indifferent attitude, the bald man was even more dissatisfied and said contemptuously.
"A hundred million low-grade immortal pills?"
Xin Lugu said with a difficult expression.
"Humph, how about it? You can't afford it, right?"
The bald man sneered. His gaze suddenly fell on Luo Zheng. After sizing him up, he revealed a perverted smile and said, "How about this, I see that your martial slave is not bad. As long as you give this martial slave to me, I can give you ten million low-grade immortal pills. This way, you won't have to bear his Evil Spirit Crossing Fee and can even get ten million low-grade immortal pills. How about it?"
"Ten million low-grade immortal pills? You want to buy my martial slave? "
Xin Lugu glanced at Luo Zheng with a strange expression. He purposely mocked, "If that's the case, wouldn't Lord Taxman be at a disadvantage?"
An Earth Realm martial artist, no matter if it's a martial slave or a martial slave from the Giant Beings Clan, would need at least tens of millions of low-grade immortal pills. Even some powerful martial slaves would cost far more than that.
This bald man clearly thought that Xin Lugu couldn't take out enough low-grade immortal pills and wanted to take advantage of the situation.
"Hehe, ten million for this martial slave is indeed a bit of a loss, but it doesn't matter. I like these tender little guys the most!"
The bald man didn't care at all. Instead, he laughed even more lasciviously. He stared at Luo Zheng and was reluctant to move his eyes away.
"Well, it's just two hundred million low-grade immortal pills. We'll just hand it over!"
Xin Lugu saw that the bald man was staring at Luo Zheng more and more unscrupulously. The coldness in Luo Zheng's eyes was becoming more and more obvious. He couldn't help but shudder.
This bald man was obviously fond of men. If Luo Zheng became angry, it would be difficult to deal with him.
"Here are two million mid-grade immortal pills. You can count them!"
After Xin Lugu finished speaking, he quickly took out two Cosmos Bags and put them on the bald man's table.
"What? You can take out two million mid-grade immortal pills?"
The bald man's face showed disbelief. He quickly picked up the Cosmos Bags and checked them.
If it was really two million low-grade immortal pills, the bald man would be rich!
Normally, one million mid-grade immortal pills could be exchanged for one hundred and twenty million low-grade immortal pills.
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