Seeing that they didn't respond, the leader, a tall and strong man, waved the knife in his hand and shouted, "Where did you come from? Do you have a travel permit? "
"Travel permit?" Lonemoon was stunned. So it wasn't a robbery. He quickly put on a professional smile. "Big Brother, we …"
"Who's your big brother!" The man interrupted him directly, his eyes even more guarded. "Cut the crap, hurry up and take the travel permit, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"
"…" Lonemoon was speechless. This was the first time in his life that he encountered a failure in a negotiation. He was just thinking about what the travel permit looked like and whether he should directly make one for the other party to see.
"Hurry up!" Another younger man at the side also urged, and even glanced at Shen Ying who was closest to him. "Travel permit!"
"No." Shen Ying tilted her head, but handed over a fruit. "Do you want the fruit?"
Lonemoon's mouth twitched. "Shen Ying!" Don't make trouble, who would want your fruit, and the one in your hand, isn't it the one that wasn't ripe last time, the one that you wanted to give to him but didn't? Can't you show some sincerity when you treat people to food?
He was about to explain, the man opposite glanced at the fruit, turned to the others and said, "This person is fine." With that said, he took the fruit and even pulled Shen Ying to his side, and then continued to take out his weapon, pointing it at him and Chef.
Lonemoon: "…"
Yi Qing: "…"
How could this be freaking possible!
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"Where's yours?" The man continued to look at the two fiercely, grabbed the weapon in his hand and shouted, "Those without a travel permit are transformed from those man-eating monsters! Catch them! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the others all took up their weapons, ready to stab.
"Wait!"
Lonemoon thought of something in a flash, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then took out a bag of pastries and handed it over; Chef also reacted and took out half a pork knuckle.
Those people took it suspiciously, picked it up and tasted it, then put away their weapons.
"If you have a travel permit, you should have said so earlier, it wouldn't be good if there was a misunderstanding." The leading man looked at the two with some dissatisfaction, as if blaming them for being too slow, he thought for a while and added, "But your travel permits are quite delicious, how do you make them?"
Lonemoon: "…"
Yi Qing: "…"
Are you sure you're checking for directions and not robbing?
"Alas, the town hasn't been peaceful recently. That's why the checks on the people who come and go are stricter. " The man sighed and continued, "You're not from here, right? Please don't be offended. We're doing this for the sake of the town's safety."
Lonemoon regained his composure and immediately stepped forward. He resumed his business-like smile and asked, "You're flattering me. This is how it should be. We can understand. May I ask Big Brother what has happened in this town? "
"It's all because of those monsters." The man sighed and said, "Recently, more than a dozen people have gone missing in the town, so we are strictly checking the road passes. Alright, don't stay here any longer. Hurry up and enter the city. It'll be easier to bump into them when it gets dark. "After saying that, he waved his hand to urge them.
Lonemoon did not continue asking. He pulled Shen Ying and Chef towards the direction of the town. He vaguely guessed that the monster they were talking about should be something like a demon or a spirit beast. And one that could transform. But he did not know why its food was a road pass.
When they reached the town, he looked up. There was indeed some demonic Qi left in the town, but the demon might have already left. He turned to a peddler who wrote "Selling Road Passes" and asked. Only then did he know that demons' food was humans, so they usually did not bring other food with them. And most demons retained their bestial nature. They were selfish and protective of their food. They would not share their food with others. So they used this method to distinguish between real and fake.
The corner of Lonemoon's mouth twitched when he heard this method. This method could at most identify some little demons who did not understand the world. If they really wanted to harm people, it would be strange if they could.
But thinking about it carefully, there were no cultivators in this plane. It was already not easy for them to think of this method. Could he say that it was fortunate that there was a chef in their team? Otherwise, they would probably be thought of as accomplices of the monsters.
The three of them walked around the town for a day. They basically knew the situation on the side of the human race. When Hongmeng isolated the human race, they only cared about the chaos of the divine race. They forgot that there were also demon beasts, demons, beasts and so on in this world. So the human race was still quite dangerous. Their biggest advantage was the advantage of numbers. When they met the alien races, they basically had no power to resist.
Just like the demon that had already eaten more than ten people in this town. They might not be able to defeat it if they really faced it. The final solution was to move away from here.
Therefore, the best way to solve this problem was to teach the human race how to cultivate. So that they could have the ability to protect themselves when facing demons and ghosts. In other words, their school had to continue. They might even have to open a second branch.
"Father Niu, are we going to advertise again?" Yi Qing asked subconsciously.
"Of course we have to advertise … Wait, why did you pull out your sword?" Seeing that Chef had summoned his sword out of habit, Lonemoon hurriedly pressed it down.
"Not advertising?" Yi Qing tilted his head. "Tell me, who are we going to fight this time?" I'll be in charge of fighting. You'll be in charge of advertising!
"Who said we're going to fight? No, I'm not talking about advertising. I don't mean fighting! "What was he so excited about?
Yi Qing was stunned. Didn't the divine race beat them up last time? Wasn't advertising a verb?
"Fighting is only suitable for the divine race." Lonemoon glared at him. "How can civilized people like us draw our swords so easily? Not even a kitchen knife! "
"Then what should we do?"
"Same rules. Let's build a sect first!" Human cultivators should be much easier to teach than the divine race. After all, people who lived under the shadow of demons and ghosts all year round should be easier to deceive … no, recruit.
"Alright." Yi Qing nodded. After thinking for a while, he took out a map and said, "This is the map of the human race that I asked Hongmeng for before we left. If you want to build a sect, you can choose a location based on this map."
Lonemoon took a look. Indeed, it was the whole picture of this isolated continent. It was surrounded by the sea and was independent of the entire plane. He did not choose within the continent. Instead, he chose an immortal mountain near the coast.
Seeing that he had chosen, Yi Qing continued. "When I came out, I caught a newborn immortal meridian at the foot of the mountain. If we build a sect here, we can plant the immortal meridian here."
"Yes, this place is isolated all year round. Compared to other places, the Spirit Qi is indeed too thin." Not to mention the divine race's territory that was full of God Power. "Not bad. It's hard for you to think of collecting an immortal meridian … Wait!"
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