After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 25: Careful Liquidation
In the faint morning light, Song Jingmo stepped into the house.

The gate collapsed, the door was also destroyed, and the furnishings inside were thrown all over the place.

Song Jingmo's eyelids twitched. When she left, she took away the important things, leaving behind ordinary decorations.

The table was overturned, the bed board was lifted, and the place that looked like it could hide things had been rummaged. The kitchen without pots and pans was not spared, and the ashes from the stove were pulled out. .

If the ground was not as hard as a rock, this group of people might still want to dig three feet into the ground.

Song Jingmo's fist hardened immediately.

She thought that the people in Songjiazhuang would not let it go, but when she really saw her home being destroyed like this, Song Jingmo still felt angry.

Those people don't seem to understand what it means to accept as soon as it is good, and they don't understand what it means to not die if you don't die.

She avoided it just because she was too lazy to argue with these people, but it seemed that they thought she was afraid.

"Ahem, release a task." Song Qingyan, who had successfully tossed himself into half a system, quietly appeared.

The Ten Thousand Beast Orb has extremely high requirements on the user's cultivation level. If the resource unlocking mechanism of the Ten Thousand Beast Orb is not changed, it is almost impossible to unlock many things that Song Jingmo can use at the most suitable time.

Song Qingyan is now the middleman for Song Jingmo to exchange rewards for completing tasks.

"Mission description: teach the people of Songjiazhuang a lesson."

"Mission content: Defeat nine spirits and three spirit masters."

"Mission reward: a marrow washing pill."

Song Jingmo had no doubts about the content of the task, but questioned the task reward.

"Isn't the Xisui Pill a cultivation resource that I can use now?"

"Not anymore." Song Qingyan grinned, and his hands kept moving.

With an excellent fortune and good fortune, she got a high-quality spirit stone worth 80 yuan in the first treasure hunt, and now she thinks that she can add one point to her success.

"This reward setting is unreasonable, can I complain?" One yard counts for one yard, and the desired benefits still have to be fought for.

Song Jingmo felt unmotivated as soon as he imagined that what he had was used as a reward.

"After your complaint, I'm still the one to accept it." Song Qingyan still smiled, and generously changed the task reward for Song Jingmo after opening a top-quality wood-attribute spirit stone.

"Mission Reward: A Marrow Cleansing Package."

Song Jingmo was satisfied now, and after a short rest, she took a long stick and walked into Songjiazhuang, which she rarely stepped into.

People in Songjiazhuang used to say that Mr. Song was the gatekeeper of Songjiazhuang, and there was no respect in his words, but they never thought that without Song Zheng guarding the entrance of Songjiazhuang, Songjiazhuang was no different from the nearby villages that were often attacked by monsters.

Being able to have such thoughts to break your mouth is because you are too full to eat and live too peacefully.

Song Jingmo first destroyed the sound reinforcement array that Song Zheng had set up at the intersection before, and went straight to the small square where the crowd likes to gather.

Behind the small square is the ancestral hall. When each family has a child who has reached the age of ten, they will ask the stones from the ancestral hall to test the talent of spiritual cultivation to test in the small square.

At this time, usually the whole Zhuangzi will go to watch.

If a good talent for spiritual cultivation is detected, the clan will provide part of the resources for the child to practice.

Song Jingmo lowered his eyes when he thought of the child whom Song Qingyan judged to be the protagonist of the world.

This is an independent world, and those with great luck may become the protagonists, and there is never more than one darling of fate who is chased and fed by God.

If there is no Songjiazhuang, the unborn child named by the protagonist will not be able to walk the pre-determined path.

Song Jingmo walked quietly on the empty street. The last time she saw the street was still full of dead bodies, this time, she heard the noise of people coming from the front.

Listening to the movement, it seems that he has a good talent.

The crowd exclaimed and booed again, and Song Jingmo, who came to make troubles, also became a little curious.

Humans have the instinct to gossip, and she is still a purebred human at heart, and sometimes she wants to join in the fun.

Song Jingmo stood outside the crowd, listened for a while, and extracted key information from everyone's conversations.

"The person who tested the talent is actually 19 years old?"

The latest age at which the talent for spiritual cultivation can be tested is 15 years old, and not many people insist on testing until the age of 15. At the age of 19... Song Jingmo's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the figure standing in front of the test stone.

The figure looks strange, she probably doesn't know this person.

"The eldest daughter of the Liu family has never tested her talent for spiritual cultivation, has she? Why did she suddenly come to test her talent today?"

Hearing what the woman in front said, Song Jingmo's eyes flickered for a moment.

"Who knows? Such a good talent has been delayed for so many years, I really don't know what the couple of the Liu family think!"

"If my niece has this talent, I'll spend all my money trying to get her enough resources to become a spiritual practitioner!" The woman who answered looked like she was fighting for the eldest daughter of the Liu family, but in fact she was a little gloating.

The people in Zhuangzi are very united when they are unanimous to the outside world, but they are scattered when there are conflicts of interest internally.

Almost every family can’t see that other families live better than their own. Those in average families always like to say some bitter words. When they sympathize with those in poor families, they pretend to say a few words of concern, and turn their heads and tell them that they can’t learn from this. Home.

Song Jingmo hid his aura, and stood there like an invisible person, listening to the gossip inside Songjiazhuang with great interest.

The Liu family was also in the crowd, and they were not angry when they heard such words. They saw a well-dressed woman in a plain jacket walking on the high platform of the small square.

"My family's Qiao'er has a high talent for spiritual cultivation. With some resources, I can become a spiritual person. In one month, the selection of the spiritual person from the Twelve Villages will be held. no comment."

The woman's words could easily arouse public outrage. There were many children in the audience who were taken away to find opportunities and never returned. However, there were a few clan elders sitting in the township, which involved the selection of the spirit masters of the Twelve Village. Liu's daughter-in-law Hearing the words made their hearts angry, but they couldn't bear it.

If their children were here, how could it be Liu's turn to be so arrogant?

It's just a spirit person, and his own children are not bad. If there are resources in the clan, it will not be difficult to cultivate into a spirit person.

The Liu family has a foreign surname, and they moved to Songjiazhuang later on. The money I handed over to the family in exchange for spiritual resources is cheaper. This is a real outsider. This is as uncomfortable as eating hot Coptis chinensis. Cry, have to swallow hard.

Song Jingmo and Liu Qiaoer behind the Liu family's daughter-in-law met their gazes and showed a gentle and harmless smile.

Liu Qiaoer lowered her eyes, looking very cautious.

Song Jingmo was stunned for a moment, then moved his eyes away, and secretly apologized in his heart.

The long stick stood in front of him, pushing down a group of people and opening a path for Song Jingmo.

Everyone seemed to have just discovered her, and there was a constant yelling and pain. Song Jingmo stopped for a while, and the people in that group subconsciously moved back.

Until Song Jingmo walked to the place where several clan elders were, these people got up and slowly moved to the periphery of the crowd.

"Ma'am, please wait a moment later, I also have something to say."

Song Jingmo had already taken off the disguise mask. During this period of time, she had dealt with people in the village many times. Those people in Songjiazhuang who love to join in the fun all had a deep memory of her face and the long stick in her hand.

This face looked like a frail little girl, and she didn't hold back the slightest effort when she moved her hands.

This long stick looks solid and good for hitting people, but it really hurts when it hits the body.

"Grand Elder, it just so happens that you are also here. I wonder if you can tell me how my house was robbed."

One of the sub-arrays of the sound amplification array was set up at the door of her house. If someone broke in, it would definitely alarm the people of Songjiazhuang. In the past, it was Song Zheng who notified Zhuangzi that there was a monster attack.

She locked the door before leaving, and it couldn't be opened without spiritual power.

Unfamiliar spiritual power will definitely trigger the warning of the sound reinforcement array, unless a spiritual master first shuts down the mother array of the sound reinforcement array, or these people are not afraid of being disturbed, and just listen to the warning sound to ransack her house.

Song Jingmo's eyebrows were crooked, and if she didn't look at the long stick in her hand, she was no different from an ordinary little girl.

The Great Elder obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with Song Jingmo, so he turned the cane in his hand a little, and the spirit men who followed him stepped forward together and used the most powerful moves.

There is not much spiritual power stored in the meridian of the spirit man, and it is okay to deal with small low-level monsters, but it has no lethality against Song Jingmo at all.

Song Jingmo performed the kung fu, and a lightness technique landed on her body, flexibly avoiding the sandbag-sized fist hitting her face, sweeping the long stick, spiritual power quietly attached to the arm and the long stick, the spirit man with an unstable chassis He fell to the ground, his legs were broken, and he was in excruciating pain.

Dodging to avoid the long sword stabbed by the second spirit man, the spirit man who stepped on the ground jumped up with his strength, and the long stick slammed down, knocking off the second spirit man's sword-holding wrist.

The third spirit man is extremely fast, and his main practice seems to be agility. He held a dagger in his hand. Song Jingmo used the body of the spirit man who could not use the sword to cover him, and at the right time, he threw a stick with his backhand. Breathing out forcefully, the third spirit man's chest was dented.

The remaining four spiritual beings looked at each other, and the result was already obvious. If they succeed, they will end up in the same fate as the previous three. If they fail to succeed, it will be a big deal to change their lives. Will it save face or kill them?If they hesitated for a second longer on such a multiple-choice question, they would not stay in Songjiazhuang.

Song Jingmo watched the four flee, and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

His eyes fell on the several clan elders who were still sitting quietly.

Songjiazhuang and her are three spiritual masters in the opposing camp, and now she can be sure that there is one elder, and the other three elders are veteran spiritual masters, who are also here, but she has not found the other spiritual master.

Song Qingyan broadcast the progress of the task in real time: "Seven spirit masters have been defeated, and two remain. Zero spiritual masters have been defeated, and three remain."

"If I remember correctly, the results of the selection of spirit masters from Twelve Villages will affect the ranking of Songjiazhuang, right?"

"Without enough spiritual beings to participate in the selection, the resource allocation of Songjiazhuang will be reduced in the next five years. This is the selection of spiritual beings once every five years—"

"I don't know if I abolish you, Great Elder today, will the Song Family Village still have two spiritual masters?"

"Ah, I forgot, the hope of Songjiazhuang is still outside."

"There are not many spiritual masters in the lineup, and it seems that the spiritual masters can't find two. I'm afraid Songjiazhuang will fall to the end of the twelve villages." Song Jingmo is not a fool. I didn't think of it before because she didn't practice spirituality before. Talent, these things have nothing to do with her.

Song Zheng took people to participate in the selection of the twelve village spirits many times, and he was very familiar with the meaning and rules of the selection of the twelve village spirits, and he had also told Song Jingmo about it.

There are twelve villages under Xiaoshan Town. These villages don't have much contact with each other. Even if there is an intermarriage between men and women of the right age, those who marry to another village will have to cut off their ties with their natal families.

The rule in this area is that the married daughter-in-law is not allowed to bend her elbows to take out the water splashed by the married daughter.

Such rules make the relationship between the family extremely close, but the relationship between the villages is not very good.

Xiaoshan Town does not govern the villages below. These twelve villages were selected by a spiritual practice sect as one of the locations for selecting disciples because they were located in one area.

The selection of the twelve village spirits is regarded as the primary selection. Those who pass the top three will be able to enter the sect, and the top ten will be rewarded with some spiritual cultivation resources. If they are lucky, they will not be ranked high, but because The talent is especially favored by the recruiting steward who is watching the competition, and there is also a chance to join the sect.

How can a small village have access to so many spiritual resources, it depends on the ranking of the twelve village spirits selected every five years to determine the distribution of spiritual resources issued by that sect.

Songjiazhuang has a large population. In order to compete for more resources for spiritual cultivation, every one of them attaches great importance to the spiritual cultivation talent of their children on weekdays. If they find out what the talent is, they will try to make their children cultivate into spiritual beings. There is no way to become one. Spiritual beings can only look at other people's homes because there is a spiritual being in the family and get rewards from the clan to eat and drink hot food and wear gold and silver.

Most families want to get rich overnight through selection from the twelve villages.

If those spiritual cultivation resources are not used by spiritual practitioners, it will be good for the body if they are used by ordinary people.

And the allocated resources are even more good things in the eyes of the head of the village, who was originally a spirit master.

Resources for spiritual cultivation are rare, and if you want to exchange them, you have to pay a large sum of money, and the amount you get in exchange is still small.

No one would want to do such a business that can rely on a little thing leaking through the fingers to cultivate several spiritual masters to compete for the next five years of spiritual cultivation resources.

Song Zheng had also participated in the allocation of resources several times in the past. Ever since he insisted on raising the child he picked up, none of the resources for spiritual cultivation fell into Song Zheng's hands.

But every time he has to call Song Zheng to fill the scene.

When Song Jingmo thought of Song Zheng, the big monster in the wilderness, with his pockets and empty house, and then looked at the great elder who was a spiritual master who relied on resources and the other elders with red faces who took elixir, he picked it up with a long stick and overturned it. Abandoning the first elder who was sitting on the chair without moving, the other elders were alert and stood up to avoid her before she made a move.

(End of this chapter)