Scrap Tanshin

Chapter 48 The Twelve Dead 1
Under the guidance of Murder Soul, the twelve dead warriors of the Haicha Clan walked up to Yun Xie in unison, with calm faces and no sound at all.

If you can't feel their breathing, people will think they are ghosts.

In fact, when they walked, there was no sound at all!

The man is tall and the woman is petite. Compared with the Nanle people, their complexion is relatively dark, but it is also a healthy bronze color.

The costumes are also different from those in Nanle Kingdom. The 12 of them are dressed very revealingly, only covering important parts, allowing the skin to come into contact with the air.

Strong and powerful arms, well-proportioned body, full lines, full of explosive power.

Looking at the 12 people in front of him, Yun Xie secretly swallowed.

As far as she knows, the people of the Haisha tribe are brave and good at fighting, and they have formed a gang since childhood, and since then they have depended on each other for life and death, never leaving them!

They also have a secret technique unknown to outsiders, which can be combined into one to double the power!
That is to say, once the twelve dead warriors are really bought by Yun Xie, they are not at all masters who bought the twelve soul fighters Huangpin Shangxing (power value 17). It is equivalent to buying a master who is a general with a yellow rank (force value 12)!
Thinking of this, Yun Xie suddenly felt that there was something strange about this matter, even though the people living in Tiancan didn't know the situation of the Haicha clan, it was understandable.But with the power of the Wuqing Pavilion, it is impossible not to know the details of the Haicha clan!
Now that Tiancanju took out the twelve dead men and sold them to himself, could it be that there was some kind of conspiracy?
Seeing Yun Xie's calm face, Shi Hun was agitated, he didn't dare to look directly into the other's eyes, and his heart was a little hairy, but he couldn't help the quiet atmosphere, and asked involuntarily: "My lord, what's the matter with you?" Do you think it's suitable?"

"Twelve people, what's the price?"

Yun Xie neither said yes nor no, and asked the price directly.

Soul Killer couldn't figure out Yun Xie's thoughts, "My lord, please forgive me for my ugly words, because the Haisha tribe is very united. In their eyes, although they say they are selling themselves into slavery, they are absolutely unwilling to separate from each other. In addition , they can still speak without taking the poison. You also know that the Haisha people actually believe in the sea god, and we swear by the sea god that we let him here. In addition, they have a request, that is, the owner who wants to buy them, they have to buy 12 of them Otherwise, they will not sell. Of course, 12 of them will also serve the same master at the same time, if the young master is determined to want them, he must pay the silver taels of [-] people."

Yun Xie knew about the unity of the Haicha tribe, but he pretended to be surprised, "What? Twelve people? I don't want that many people, can't I just need six people?"

"No."

Soul Killer shook his head, indicating that there was no way to continue this transaction.

Yun Xie feigned regretful pain on his face, and stared at the 12 people, but still didn't express his opinion.

Seeing this, Killing Soul continued to persuade: "Young master, if you really want it, you might as well buy all 12 of them together. I can assure you of their loyalty, and they will never betray the lord, because The people of the Haisha tribe trust oaths very much. Young Master, after you buy them, you can make them swear to the Sea God that their loyal master will never violate it, otherwise they will be punished by the Sea God."

Yun Xie frowned at Murder Soul's persuasion. For her, it was not a big problem to buy twelve people at once, but Tian Canju hadn't said the price yet.

If the price is too high, he will be the one who suffers. Thinking of this, Yunxie feels very upset.

Yun Xie was silent, just stood there, thought for a long time and still didn't express his opinion at all, Shi Hun looked at Yun Xie's expression a little impatiently, if the twelve dead men couldn't be sold, I'm afraid that the old man, the master, would really I'm about to blow my beard and stare.

(End of this chapter)