Chapter 6 Reasoning
Talk less, show off more, and live to one thousand nine hundred and seventeen.
——Taken from the Supreme Holy Demon of Heaven and Earth, Chapter 3000 of "My Diary" by Demon God Zhang
The next day, dawn.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning hit the earth, Zhang Mo opened his eyes tiredly from his seat.
He took a short nap and could only barely regain some energy.
Under him, more than a dozen demon cultivators carried him and the iron stone chair to a place on the small holy mountain. There were still a few houses here that were not destroyed by the mountain bombing. From a distance, it looked like a small village. The largest and most imposing room inside has naturally become Zhang Mo's current temporary residence.
Zhang Mo felt magical when he thought about what happened yesterday. No matter which one it was, it was as incredible as a dream when he thought about it now.
He survived, and he actually survived like a legend.
The only thing about this incident that made him feel slightly speechless was the subsequent killing of people.
To be honest, he really wanted to explain it to everyone at that time. It was not his fault.
But to his surprise, not a single demon cultivator was dissatisfied with this. They even knelt down and shouted, "Long live the lord, the lord is aware of everything."
Although he didn't know why they shouted so, Zhang Mo still swallowed all the explanations back into his stomach.
With silence and indifference, he pretended to be cool invisibly.
In this way, the effect is unexpectedly good. These demon cultivators, who looked crooked, ugly, and full of evil spirits, actually trembled in front of him like mice after seeing a cat. What's even more exaggerated is that as long as he glances at someone, no matter who he glances at, the other person will immediately stop talking and have a look of fear on his face. It was as if Zhang Mo would eat them alive the next moment.
Is Zhang Mo that kind of person?
Let alone cannibalism, he has never killed a chicken with his own hands. There is a fundamental difference between a truly kind and good person and these coquettish bitches in front of him.
Forget it, I keep a low profile, I don’t say anything, they can do whatever they want.
Zhang Mo didn't need to say anything about the rest, as these demon cultivators arranged everything properly.
After picking up the body, cleaning the iron chair, and moving Zhang Mo, the new sect leader, to his new residence together with the chair, he cleaned up the house for Zhang Mo, cooked rice and boiled water, and soon a delicious game meal was ready. He even sent the only remaining female demon cultivator from the Heavenly Demon Sect to serve him.
To be honest, when he heard about the female demon cultivator, Zhang Mo was quite looking forward to it, thinking that this time he could be a blessing in disguise and resolve his obsession. As a result, when the female demon cultivator appeared, Zhang Mo thought she was a man. If the other party hadn't repeatedly affirmed that he was a woman, Zhang Mo would not have believed that a woman's chest hair could be harder than a needle and thicker than iron. His voice is so loud, and what’s going on with that beard!
For the first time, Zhang Mo could no longer remain silent. If this continued, it would be no longer certain who was molesting anyone.
He gritted his teeth and said the word "get out". Immediately, even the cook, the woman, and the serving demon cultivator scrambled out of the house.
I finally had enough food and wine, and it tasted pretty good. Zhang Mo was about to take a rest when he saw several demon cultivators outside the door hesitating to come in.
Judging from their appearance, they seemed to have something important to do.
It can't be that those decent warriors who are unwilling to give up are fighting again.
Zhang Mo immediately waved gently, and the next moment, a group of demon cultivators quickly brought in the corpses one after another.
Zhang Mo was a little confused, what was he going to do?
Reaching out, Zhang Mo found a guy who looked a little more sharp-tongued and said, "What's your name? Please tell me."
The demon cultivator who was called by his name trembled all over, and then quickly stepped forward and said: "This is the sect master, Yang Shuo, the young deacon of the sect. The chief deacon and the others just dug it out from the ruins using the method of breaking ground. There are more than thirty corpses in total, and the rest are still being dug up. Most of them are warriors from Zhengyi Sect, Bafang Sect, and Qingmen. There are also elders Zhao Can, Deacon Lin, and Deacon Tu from our sect."
Hearing Zhao Can's name, Zhang Mo suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly.
Yang Shuo quickly dragged Zhao Can's body to Zhang Mo. Zhang Mo Ning looked carefully and saw that the clothes, purple hands, figure, and the remaining half of his face were indeed Zhao Can.
He is so dead!
Looking at the other two people, they were indeed the bald man and skinny dog that Zhang Mo had seen.
Just yesterday, the three people who laughed at him have now all gone to hell. Based on the evil deeds of these three people when they were alive, I am afraid that the Lord of Hell will cut them into square pieces, twist them together and explode them like twists.
Dead, all dead.
Zhang Mo suddenly thought that if this happened, everyone in the entire Little Holy Mountain who really knew his origin would be dead.
The rest of them may really make him the sect leader.
Zhang Mo was in a daze and his mind went blank.
After a while, Zhang Mo heard Yang Shuo ask in a low voice again: "Sect Master, what do you think of the money, weapons, treasures, and these corpses that have been recovered?"
Zhang Mo suddenly came back to his senses and saw that other demon cultivators were waiting for his answer, but he was a little nervous.
How could he know what to do? He was not a real demon cultivator, so how could he know the rules of the demon cultivator in handling these matters?
He is currently relying on pretense to support himself. If these demonic cultivators see through, he will be in immediate danger.
Zhang Mo had another round of distracting thoughts in his mind, but his face remained indifferent and he said calmly: "What do you think we should do?"
Yang Shuo's whole body shook, and he quickly lay on the ground and said, "I don't dare to talk nonsense."
Zhang Mo raised his hand and said, "If you are asked to say it, just say it."
Yang Shuo swallowed his saliva and seemed to forcibly stabilize his mind and said: "My subordinates feel that Zhengyi Sect and several other hypocrite sects suffered huge losses this time, and their people died on the Little Holy Mountain. Many of them Sect elders, guest ministers, and even powerful figures. They will definitely try their best to get the corpse back. We can exchange the corpse for some things with them. Of course, if the sect leader thinks there is another use, then it is naturally up to the sect leader. As for money and Of course I won’t give away the treasures. Distributing them to improve everyone’s combat effectiveness is the most correct approach now.”
Zhang Mo probably understood that those decent warriors would definitely not allow demonic cultivators to desecrate corpses. For the demon cultivator, the best way is to exchange it.
But Zhang Mo didn't plan to change anything. Just kidding, he didn't want to offend an upright warrior.
To be honest, he didn't want to offend anyone if possible.
After thinking about it, Zhang Mo decided whether he should explain it to a decent person and tell the truth.
He did it as soon as he thought of it. Zhang Mo paused and said: "No need, send their corpses and treasures back to the main gate. By the way, when I edit a letter, you can send it together. Who dares to read the letter? Say, die!"
Zhang Mo deliberately emphasized his tone, and immediately the demon cultivators in front of him knelt down one after another, trembling all over.
With light shining in his eyes, Zhang Mo tapped the iron chair lightly with his fingers.
He didn't dare to tell the truth to the demon cultivator in front of him because he was afraid that these people would kill him on the spot, but decent people should be reasonable!