Chapter 1487 (2/2)

”We are convinced. See the leader!” They all bowed down and cried out.

The big leader stood alone, where there was a trace of sadness on his face, only endless joy and pride. My second boss, you'd better die. However, don't enter even if you don't die. If you and I meet one day, the leader of our sect will treat each other generously, and the leader's heart is ecstatic.

Quchi city.

This is a free city. There are no administrators and no big sects. The whole Quchi city has only the Presbyterian Church, which is organized by a slightly larger force. It is just making decisions on some of the most important things.

Most of the time, it is in a state of no management, which is determined by Quchi's unique geographical location, but the local folk customs are very fierce, so although this is a free city, it is also a city of violence.

On this day, Quchi city had a more square talisman shop, just like all the shops. It had a common appearance and was not attractive.

But there were only two young people in it.

However, one of them seems to be a mute, basically wearing a black robe. All the talismans in it seem to be painted by him. All day long, he is sitting in the corner of the shop depicting the talisman.

Another person is also particularly silent, rarely heard him speak, there are many scars on his face, but look at everyone is a warm expression, people can not help but ignore his appearance.

When the shop opened, like other ordinary shops, local gangs went in to collect protection fees. Many people watched this scene, but found that the local villain also came out as usual, so the people around confirmed that this was just an ordinary talisman shop.

How many real hermit masters are there? How could it be so easy.

In Sifang talisman shop.

The scar youth sat at the door, leaning on the door, looking at the people coming and going. The young man inside was holding the talisman pen and carefully copying it.

”Why did you give Amethyst to those people just now? Even if they help themselves, you can suppress them.” Then he looked at the young man and turned away.

”Trouble,” said the mute youth without raising his head

The scarred youth shook his head and said, ”what are you trying to cultivate? You want to be happy with gratitude and hatred. What's the meaning of being bullied by such a small miscellaneous?”

The dumb young man inside raised his head and said with a soft smile, ”but I can see my mood. If I am in a good mood, I will allow them to be presumptuous in front of me. Otherwise, I'll kill them. ”The scarred youth nodded and did not speak, but looked at the passers-by, as if thinking.