Chapter 30 Lin Qingshan

"Do you know how many refugees there are here?"

After sighing in his heart, Fang Chen quickly adjusted his mood.

Even if there is the power to cultivate immortality, the mortal world in this world is basically in the state of the feudal society in the previous life, so one cannot have too high expectations.

Even the upright sects have begun to sacrifice mortal blood in order to break through the realm. If the top beam is not upright, the bottom beam will be crooked. Don't expect the rulers of the mortal world to truly care about the people.

What's more, Fang Chen knew very well that his purpose was not very pure.

He was just a landlord who came to select his tenants.

Even if he has a stronger sense of morality and will not oppress these people too much in the future, this cannot change his nature.

A man should not laugh at someone who has taken only fifty steps, so we should just get down to business.

“Two days ago, there were thousands, but now there are probably only a few hundred.”

Lin Qingshan glanced at him and answered lazily.

"I have a territory now, and I'm short of people. If I provide food and accommodation, is there anyone willing to go with me?"

Fang Chen was somewhat surprised by the information revealed by the middle-aged man. He did not expect that there were only a few hundred refugees left here.

Before, when he was in the mortal town, he heard that the number of refugees here was as high as 100,000.

Now it seems that some of these reports may have been exaggerated, and it is estimated that many refugees starved to death during this period.

After weighing the resources he had, Fang Chen knew that he could handle several hundred people, so he asked directly.

Hearing Fang Chen's words, Lin Qingshan turned his head again, looked him up and down carefully, and then said with a smile: "Of course no one is unwilling to go, but a young man like you actually comes to select tenants in person? Other families send a few managers here."

"You misunderstood. I'm not some rich young man." Fang Chen shook his head, then asked, "From your tone, it seems that many people are eyeing you?"

"Ah--"

Lin Qingshan laughed mockingly, and then said: "Of course, we have lost everything. Even if we are willing to accept all the harsh conditions, we still have to be picked and chosen by them."

He paused and laughed at himself, then continued, "Young man, you are too late. Those who are suitable for farming have been picked up. The ones left are either the old, weak, sick or stubborn people like me who don't want to commit themselves to others."

Fang Chen lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

He forgot that whenever such natural disasters or man-made calamities occurred, the aristocratic families in feudal society would always rush out to absorb hidden households and carry out land annexation.

In this case, the reduction in the number of refugees is not only due to the issue of relief food, but also this reason.

But it is hard to say which life is more miserable, being exploited all your life or starving to death in the city now.

If we live in modern society, at least we can have some audio-visual entertainment while we are alive, but in feudal society, there is really no hope for life.

Anyway, if Fang Chen were in the same situation, he would choose to die without hesitation.

“The old, weak, sick and disabled can’t live to this day.”

With a myriad of thoughts running through his mind, only a moment passed before Fang Chen pointed out the loophole in Lin Qingshan's words.

Then, he continued, "Let's not play dumb here. I can see that you are a monk who has lost his cultivation."

Lin Qingshan's body trembled noticeably.

"It seems I was right."

Seeing his reaction, Fang Chen smiled.

In fact, he didn't pay attention to this at first, but Lin Qingshan acted too calm and detached, which didn't seem like the image of a refugee.

So he curiously used his spiritual power to investigate, and indeed found a clue.

There were obvious signs of training on this man's body, but for some unknown reason, he had lost all his training.

"Let's get to know each other. My name is Fang Chen, what's yours?"

Seeing that the other party still didn't speak, Fang Chen took the lead in starting the conversation.

"Lin Qingshan."

A hint of determination flashed across Lin Qingshan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

As he spoke, he picked up a branch and drew his name on the ground.

The reason why it is called a painting is that his characters are written in connected strokes and are square and neat, which makes them look like some kind of pattern.

Then, Fang Chen felt that spiritual energy was gathering towards these words.

"Talismans and runes!"

At this point, he finally realized that these were not words, but runes on talismans, which just looked like words. The characters in this world were similar to the small seal characters in the previous life, and many runes on talismans were also similar to words.

What's more, Fang Chen didn't recognize many talismans and runes.

So much so that he saw it wrongly.

Fortunately, Lin Qingshan no longer had any cultivation base, and the runes needed to accumulate energy from the outside world, so after realizing what these pictures were, Fang Chen immediately erased the three patterns.

"I didn't expect your perception to be so sharp. It's my fault that I'm not as skilled as you."

His trump card had no effect. Lin Qingshan sighed and continued, "Fellow Daoist, if you still have a trace of conscience, please let the people in the city go."

"???"

Fang Chen was full of question marks, and had to speak doubtfully: "Um, did you misunderstand something?"

"Fellow Daoist, why are you kidding me? The traces of the Bloodthirsty Divine Art on your body are so obvious. Aren't you trying to cultivate your magic skills with the help of the people in the city?"

Lin Qingshan snorted coldly and finally told the reason why he did it.

Fang Chen was speechless after hearing this, and immediately explained: "I only used the magic in the Blood Devouring Divine Art to refine a magic weapon, and I didn't practice this magic art. This time I really need someone to help me develop a territory."

"Soul Fusion Weapon Forging Method?"

Lin Qingshan frowned and looked at Fang Chen.

"Yes, I got the Blood-sucking Divine Art from a casual cultivator. Is it so widely spread?"

Fang Chen nodded, and then asked with great confusion.

Why does it seem like anyone I meet knows about the Blood-sucking Divine Art?

"This was originally a bait put out by the demon cultivators. How could it not be widely spread? And why do you think I lost all my cultivation? It was because I was looking for shortcuts when I was young and practiced this demonic skill."

Lin Qingshan sighed again and looked into the distance, as if recalling the past years.

"This technique will cause a person to lose all their cultivation?"

Fang Chen was shocked, so he had to put his previous idea of ​​donating blood on hold for the time being.

"Well, this magic skill can indeed improve one's aptitude, but there are two types of skills, the primary and secondary. The ones circulating outside are the secondary skills. Once they encounter a magic cultivator who has practiced the primary skill, they can trigger the hidden danger left by devouring blood at any time and devour everything from him while he is unconscious."

At this point, Lin Qingshan paused and continued, "Fortunately, I have never devoured human blood, so I was still conscious when the hidden danger broke out. Coupled with my attainments in formations, I was able to teleport away in great danger. However, my spiritual roots and cultivation have been devoured by him."

The story after that is simple. Without his cultivation, he was stranded in the mortal world. Fortunately, there was still spiritual grain in his storage bag, which allowed him to survive the first few years when he was uncomfortable with the thin spiritual environment.

Unfortunately, most of his belongings were not in the storage bag, but by then he did not dare to return to his residence.

Having lived in seclusion in the mortal world for many years, he thought he would live the rest of his life like this, but he did not expect to encounter a great flood, become a refugee, and meet a monk with the aura of blood-sucking magic.

"So there is such a thing."

Fang Chen stroked his chin and murmured softly. This was something he had not expected.

Fortunately, he met Lin Qingshan today, otherwise he would have started practicing the Blood-sucking Divine Art in a confused manner.

Thinking of this, his gaze towards Lin Qingshan softened. "I can see that you still don't trust me very much, but everything I said is true. I have a territory that needs to be developed urgently, and I want to take all the refugees here away, including you."

"Do I still have the ability to resist?"

Lin Qingshan smiled bitterly and said no more.

Fang Chen ignored him and went to talk to the official who was distributing porridge. The official agreed without hesitation and helped him gather people.

Lin Qingshan is also in the team.

Fang Chen's spiritual thoughts were always paying attention to him, and he could feel it, so he didn't dare to make any small movements.

Naturally, no one objected.

They originally wanted to find a stable place, but the previous batches of people looked down on them.

"I will take you into a place, don't resist."

Summoning the second generation immortal palace, Fang Chen gave instructions to everyone and took them in.

"Friend Lin, please give us a list of everyone's names, ages, genders, and occupations they are good at."

Fang Chen sent a message to Lin Qingshan again and gave him several sets of pens, ink, paper and inkstone as well as several tables and chairs.

After doing all this, he returned to the Jueling Swamp.

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