I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

Wang Zijia frowned and said, "But there are some miserable ones, disabled or something, it's better if they have been sent here for a long time."

Since we are trying to find a servant, how can we be kind to each other without experiencing the ups and downs of life?

"Uh!" The manager heard this and looked uneasy.

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Wang Zijia looked at the other party and said.

"Master, if you want to find someone to serve, we can pick any one here. After all, there are choices. Who would want to go to the mortal world?" The manager looked at Wang Zijia nervously and said carefully: "But for other purposes, you still have to go to the pawnshop!"

Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows and looked at the other party in surprise. He could say this under pressure after knowing his identity.

It seems that those who can work in orphanages and resettlement centers, regardless of their age, will probably not be cold-hearted.

Being watched by Wang Zijia, the other party became more nervous and explained: "It is the rule of our sect that everyone must be sent to Luofan Town to be a good man. In addition, no one can guarantee that their family will not be in trouble, so some scattered immortals have become quite concerned about this place..."

"Okay, don't use people to pressure me. I came here in this outfit to find someone. Can I find someone to do human body research like the demon cultivators?" Wang Zijia waved his hand to interrupt the other party's continued words.

"Then..."

"Of course I will find someone to serve. If you are not assured, you can register it. Let the law enforcement team come to my yard for re-inspection." Wang Zijia looked at the other party and said bluntly.

The other party was stunned, then stopped worrying, and tried to ask: "Boy or girl?"

"Whatever."

"The more miserable, the better?"

Wang Zijia put his hands behind his back, looked at the children in the yard, and said: "The more miserable, the better. Only after experiencing all the sufferings of the world can you enjoy the world!"

The steward listened to the words and focused slightly, with less deliberate flattery and more respect.

He led Wang Zijia to another yard. First, in each room, Wang Zijia saw some people with missing arms and legs.

"These are new arrivals in the past two days. Although the injuries were cured by the immortals, they were still disabled."

Wang Zijia searched for a while, and many of them were indeed miserable enough. Their eyes were dim and they lacked some hope.

But Wang Zijia did not speak. The steward hesitated for a moment, took Wang Zijia to the backyard of this yard, and gently pointed to a corner.

Compared with the yard next to it, this place is completely different. The yard is a little neglected, with some weeds, and looks desolate.

A little girl, with her back to the two of them, sat in a corner of the yard, lost in thought.

The light of dusk was scattered, and the noise and playfulness from next door kept coming, turning this place into a corner forgotten by the world.

Wang Zijia stepped forward, and when he got closer, he found that the other party's right arm was broken in half, and the left hand was not complete. After seeing the front, he was even more stunned.

The eyes that should have been full of innocence were empty, and twisted muscles could be seen in the two big holes. It looked very scary.

There were all kinds of scratches on the small face, and one ear was broken. If you see it at night, you will probably think it is a ghost.

"This kid should have been sent away last time, but I was afraid that even if she went to Luofan Town, it would be difficult to get a good placement. So I violated some rules and stayed." Looking at Wang Zijia's moved expression, the manager said so.

Wang Zijia didn't care about these. Looking at the little girl, especially the numb expression on her face, he was satisfied.

Don't get me wrong, he's not a psychopath who seeks happiness in the children's difficulties, but because he wants to find someone who is loyal enough to serve him.

The light of salvation in hell will be remembered by people for a lifetime. At least most of them are like this!

"How did it become like this?" Wang Zijia frowned and asked, looking at the scars on the other party that were obviously left after being tortured.

"Alas!" The steward sighed and explained, "I asked someone to ask, this kid is indeed a miserable person. I heard that he is the direct descendant of the immortal, and the only child in the family."

"But his father met with misfortune when he went out to look for opportunities. Afterwards, he was immediately found at home. After searching, it was probably not what he expected, or he didn't find what he wanted, so he wanted to break through this kid."

"When the adults of the law enforcement team found it, it was already like this. If it weren't for an immortal who gave a magic pill, it is estimated that the person could not be saved."

At this point, the steward suddenly said inexplicably: "Afterwards, the law enforcement team interrogated the offender and searched her house. After they found that there was really nothing precious, they sent the person here."

Wang Zijia listened to the words that suddenly turned around, looked at the steward meaningfully, shook his head, and said, "You are a person with a lot of thoughts and courage."

"Hehe, I will take it as a compliment from the immortal!" The steward smiled.

"Okay, let's take her." Wang Zijia said.

According to memory, monks have many treatment methods for ordinary people's physical injuries, which are not precious means.

At least it is not difficult to treat the injuries of this girl. The monks with blood changes can solve them with a lot of methods, of course, they are not so common.

"This..." The manager hesitated for a moment and said: "Immortal, this girl may not be willing..."

Wang Zijia was slightly stunned when he heard the words, looked at the little girl who looked like a living dead, and suddenly realized, looking at the other party and said: "Since you are a descendant of my generation and have experienced so much, I think you don't know everything. Are you willing to come with me?"

The other party did not move, as if he didn't hear it.

"Xian Chang, please don't be angry, she..." The steward was about to explain, but Wang Zijia stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Do you want to see the world again, or even... practice?" Wang Zijia asked again.

When the little girl who was originally like a puppet heard this, she suddenly raised her head and subconsciously stared blankly at Wang Zijia with her empty eye sockets.

"It seems that she is willing." Wang Zijia said calmly, "What is your name?"

"No more." The little girl finally replied, her voice not unpleasant, full of childlike innocence, but also filled with sad indifference.

Wang Zijia was stunned for a moment, looked at the other person's appearance, and said in a wicked way: "Is that so? From now on, your surname will be Bai, and your name will be Bai Qian. I hope that no one will know about it in the world."

The little girl didn't reply, probably in acquiescence.

"How about it? Can I take people away?" After finalizing the intention, Wang Zijia looked at the steward and asked.

"Yes, of course. She is convinced that she can follow the immortal." The steward said happily.

Hearing this, Wang Zijia turned over his hand and took out a piece of gold, but the steward refused to accept it and said, "The immortals just lead people there. The immortals here don't accept money for accepting people!"

Wang Zijia said nonchalantly: "Let's donate it to the hospital!"

But the steward looked determined and refused to accept it.

Wang Zijia looked at the other party, then at the little girl, and laughed and cursed again: "I really have a lot on my mind. I really want to do business, so I can come to you. You can report it how you want, Wan Yuzhai, Wang Zijia!"

"Okay!" The steward looked relaxed and said with a flattering smile.