a very dark dark guard

Summer is always very lively, and there are many affairs in the Devil's Cult.The labor enthusiasm of the congregation has been mobilized, and there are basically no idlers.

The nearby towns are prosperous again. Although there is food in the church, things like cloth, rouge, and jewelry cannot be produced by themselves.

On the contrary, someone opened a wine shop, brewing and selling their own wine.

Shops in the town purchase items from other places that the Demon Cult cannot produce for sale.

With the increase in the number of women starting businesses and their purchasing power, the shops of cosmetics, jewelry, and ready-to-wear in the town are booming.

The Devil's Cult has been closed for a long time, and most of the women in the Cult are children of poor families, so they don't know much about fashion and fashion.

What styles of clothes and flowers are popular among the girls in the capital are the vane for them to emulate.

Xiaojiao bought me a bunch of 'popular items' and put them together to look like a Christmas tree.

I didn't try any of them, Xiaojiao tried them on herself, Wen Mian clapped her hands and applauded.

Yun Zhou didn't hesitate to praise her—beautiful!

The aesthetics of the three of them are too avant-garde, and it always seems that I am out of place.

All summer we farmed, shopped and ate, and had picnics in the fields.

I also learned cooking skills according to the recipes of the owner of the home-cooked restaurant. As a result, only Yunzhou survived, and the others squatted in the toilet all night.

They suspected that I used the poison from the Poison Hall as a condiment. After eating it, it not only became thinner, but also had a dark taste.

After trying a few times, no one dared to eat my cooking anymore, so the culinary training was over, and we started eating out again.

Elder Gongsun and the others have also recruited enough people who are willing to build outlying villages.

The past few years have been bad, there are more refugees, and there are too many people who are willing to work hard for a meal.

It's not the first time that the Devil's Cult has recruited refugees, it should be said every year.

In the past, the Four Great Elders were interested in the benefits of buying people at the price of cabbage. In the servant market, you have to buy people at the standard price, and you don’t even need to spend money to pick people from refugee camps.

There is no middleman to make the difference, so the four elders have been going to refugee camps to buy people, quoting the price of the servant market, and taking public funds into their pockets.

Elder Gongsun and the others learned from this practice and went to the refugee camp to select many "brave men/women". Some people are willing to give them a home, and they don't need to pay for the house. If there is such a good thing, death is nothing!
The Devil's Cult doesn't really let them die, but trains them how to protect themselves, give warnings, and deal with enemies.

My fresh fruit plan is also being implemented. Some fruits are suitable for making preserved fruits. The Shangtang invites preserved fruit masters from other places to make dried fruits that are not easy to preserve and are surplus.

In addition to watermelons, I also have sweet potatoes in my land. I also ask someone to help me make more than half of the sweet potatoes into dried sweet potatoes, and save the rest for roasting in winter.

The night at the end of summer was already a bit chilly, and the dark guards sent out sent back news, reporting that there was a catastrophe in the world, and the martial arts had returned to the era of melee.

The catastrophe of Yuancheng led to a reshuffle of the martial arts. How many people and sects were waiting for this opportunity to re-divide the territory and climb to a higher level.

The Wulin League can't hold people down anymore, isn't that the revenge of revenge, the revenge of resentment?
Apart from friends in the arena, there are enemies.

Various sects and masters kill openly and covertly, kill for hatred, and kill for profit.

Now it has been killed insanely and killed in one piece.

As a dark force in the world, the Demon Cult cannot be ignored.

However, it is large in size and has a large number of people. The various sects that have been killed by the Yutian Palace are also very short of people.

However, the Demon Cult did not lose anything in the Yuan City catastrophe.

The Demon Cult was able to welcome the new year and the summer harvest without incident, only because other sects did not have the strength and courage to attack.

Fighting is a matter of time, so I told Elder Gongsun and the others that we must make full preparations before then.

The first batch of crops must be stockpiled, and the warehouse is in the blood pool forbidden area.

There are multiple underground shelters in the residential area, and when the tower alarm sounds, the elderly, weak, women and children will gather in the nearest shelter to hide according to the residential area.

The shelter is deep underground, the entrance is sealed, and the ventilation holes are elsewhere, making it difficult to find.

It is useless to use the usual methods of smoking and watering in ancient times.

The Poison Hall distributed a poison bag to each of the congregation. If the first layer of sealed leather is not opened, it is an ordinary sachet. If the seal is opened, it is a poison bag. Shake or scatter at the enemy, as long as the distance is not more than two meters, it is not a strong wind God, it works really well.

The master of the poison hall specially applied to me and demonstrated the safety of the poison package.

It is very dangerous for everyone to have poison in their hands, but the master of the Poison Hall is very terrific. He took blood from everyone and used their blood to tailor them a unique poison in the world.

Simply put, it is poison with 'identification'.

If someone is poisoned to death by this poison, the dogs trained by the poison hall will be able to smell who the poison belongs to.

The master of the Poison Hall specially sent people to do publicity when distributing the poison kits, reminding everyone to take good care of his poison kits, so as not to be used by others and take the blame for others.

The case hall also came forward to publicize how good their ability to solve crimes is and how high their detection rate is.

The punishment hall then came out to publicize how cruel their punishment methods are, and if it falls into their hands, life would be worse than death.

Their combination of crime-fighting advertisements made me feel refreshed.

In the end, Wutang came out to the bottom of the stage, using either an impassioned tone or a warm and soft tone, to remind the congregants that we should be consistent with the outside world, and poison bags should never be spread to our own people. In order to protect the big home of the demon sect, please join hands and be optimistic. Toxic packages, abide by the religious rules, stay away from torture, and create a bright future for the Demon Cult.

I almost cried when I heard it, and even wanted to apply to the Poison Hall for a poison bag to wear.

Yes, everyone in the church has it, but I don't.

The master of the Poison Hall didn't even dare to ask for my blood, he was afraid that he would never come back.

But who doesn't know that the deputy leader's martial arts are world-class, and he is definitely not human, so how can he disdain to use ordinary hidden weapons of human beings!
I want to say... I am scornful, but unfortunately no one pays attention to me.

Is this the legendary high place that is too cold?
I will test the good seedlings cultivated by Wutang individually, and I will pass on the skills to those who pass the test.

This is highly confidential, top secret among top secrets, and no one knows about the teaching of the exercises except myself and them.

What I'm guarding against are not people from our sect, but spies from outside.

I will give all the spies who sneak in here a chance.

Easy to get in, hard to get out.

As long as they pass on information to their superiors, I will follow the clues and find their lair.

Fortunately, this world is still an ancient time with backward communication methods. There are only two ways for spies to transmit information to the outside world, using animals such as carrier pigeons, or people.

After all, Mixin himself would not run back with long legs.

Unless there is a person with supernatural powers who manipulates it to run away with the 'Qi' silk, such as me.

It's a pity that the spies are not supernatural beings, and the means of communication they use are still backward.

No matter where the living things they raise are hidden, I can find them and inject air filaments into them.

So when they flew out of the headquarters and over the farmland, they would fall from the sky and be picked up by the people I sent.