Chen Feng said that he received two good rewards.

First, it comes from Concubine Rong.

"The soul weight is 6 taels and 1 qian, two-star quality, and the reward is hidden from the sky."

This cousin Fan's magical skill actually came from Concubine Rong, which really shocked Chen Feng. But then he thought, wasn't Concubine Rong just like this when she acted in life?

The Yin-Yang Book gave Concubine Rong a proper judgment on the fate of the Yin-Yang Concubine Rong.

"It's hard to get fish from a tree. Even if you can't get fish without harm, if you do something dangerous, it will be in vain if you don't do it."

If you do it, you will suffer the consequences.

The last picture album appears is paradoxical.

It is an ugly woman who is broken with her belly, empty inside and without any internal organs.

Three words on the side: lustful woman.

Joseph Chen Feng is powerless to complain, and you will be deducted money when you play the homophone of Yin and Yang Book.

The second is the reward for calling the soul-selling power.

"The soul weight is two taels and five cents, three-star quality, reward wire tricks."

This reward made Chen Feng very jealous. He could also weave a large army of iron wire beasts after learning iron wire tricks. This is much cooler than the paper stuff made by a paper maker.

Who is Chen Feng? The glorious Blue Star Traveler has much more knowledge than the people in Dashun Dynasty. Fan Dali can only weave some ordinary things. Chen Feng flies in the sky, runs underground, and storms in the water. He has never seen any planes, tanks and ships. If he tinkers carefully, there will be a monster-like torrent in the world.

In Chen Feng's opinion, Samsung's quality rewards are probably more affordable than one-star quality rewards.

However, this is not without limitations. Even if Chen Feng draws a tank, it is just a sign of iron. It is an iron lump that cannot fire shells. It can only give the iron wire "life" and cannot create "soul" out of nothing.

Even if Chen Feng makes a semi-automatic rifle, it is essentially a moving fire stick.

As usual, the Yin and Yang Book gave Fan Dali a fortune-telling verb.

"This life brings the ancestral business to the smallest, the family's business is as rare as the family, the relatives and the flesh are like ice and charcoal, and the hard work of one's life is self-control."

The six relatives have no support and can survive by relying on themselves.

If it weren't for the cousin Rong Guifei, Fan Dali would be hardworking and life would be better.

However, he unexpectedly entered the dragon and tiger den of the palace and was chopped into two by the quick knife Liu.

However, Fan Dali is also a person with a temperament and dies for his cousin's revenge. The last picture album of Yin and Yang Book appears is normal.

He showed a fierce look at the eyes, with a thick serrated cheeks, and a fierce and vicious reckless man.

Three words next to it: a piece of meat waiter.

"???" Chen Feng thought to himself, "Hmm, with an up-tongue," he said, "Small meat servant?"

Chen Feng forgot about this in a blink of an eye, and his mind was all about hiding the truth.

It is said that the soul master will work in this dark and strange soul-suppressing department until his death. Every day, 996 is considered a true blessing, 007 is basically a basic fuck. Not to mention the hardship of life, there are no five insurances and one fund. If you die, you can't even keep a whole body. Don't mention how miserable it is.

Now that this concealment means that you can conceal the soul-suppressing monument and make a fuss?

Since Chen Feng traveled through time, he has not really taken a look except for learning about the customs and customs of the Dashun Dynasty in the Yin-Yang Book.

The light smells fragrant and cannot eat the delicacies in the pot. It always feels like the eunuch going to a brothel. The eggs are useless and the worry is tight.

Chen Feng also had another idea, that would also mean that the soul-suppressing monument, the soul blood entering the monument is equivalent to handing over the life to someone else. As a modern Rabbit Kingdom who will never be a slave, he will not be able to overcome this psychological hurdle.

Chen Feng wanted to try whether he could take his destiny into his own hands.

What? Leave the Soul-Suppressing Division and escape?

The problem is that such a good place, the uncle No. 5 speaks nicely. The soul masters inside are all talented. They can still fight against the Landlord every day when they look at Cao Qiuchen's face. They get such a good reward for picking up the soul wool, and they can only escape by silly criticizing them.

If you are in the Soul-Suppressing Department, your cultivation is increasing day by day. It has only been less than a month, and you have been practicing for a hundred years. Do you want our Eleventh Master to avoid this benefit?

That's really a pole vault in the toilet - too much.

But this is how people's hearts are, and the talent that cannot be obtained is full of temptation.

Chen Feng thought of going outside to take a look at what the situation in Kyoto of Dashun was.

People think about it in their hearts, so we just stand at the door and don’t step on that door. Even if we step on it, it will be a whole night.

As soon as his mind was active, Chen Feng began to think about the tool of measuring the room and soul.

Oh! Look at this straight scale, it is long and thick, and there are still a lot of wires wrapped around it. So, the void shuttles out to work.

Hey? Look at this ink bucket, it is black and shiny. Isn’t the golden silk also silk? It’s closed.

Hey? Look at this telescopic spring, it can be big or small, but it is a bit long, which is not bad.

Wow! Look at this hanging wheel, it can go up and down, it’s a big piece, it’s OK.

Oh! Look what this is? It seems that there is no iron product? No matter what, please go into the shuttle.

Chen Feng used his soul to steal... Bah, he did the loss of things, but he had accumulated a lot of iron wire.

The old official in charge of the Soul-Suppressing Department even sighed secretly. This is called the soul masters' life is really miserable. Judging from the frequency of the damage caused by this, it is probably more and more strange events. I don't know how many lives a soul master need to be replaced.

It's late at night and people are quiet.

All the things are evident.

Chen Feng secretly used iron wire to make tricks in his bed, where did he create a person?

What to build?

Isn't this nonsense? Chen Feng wants to scatter at night, so he can't make a bed that is exactly like him.

For several nights, the iron wire he made was not satisfactory.

Iron wire Chen Huo is alive, and his appearance looks no different from a real person, but he is not spiritual enough and very rigid. If you ask him to eat, he only opens his mouth and doesn't fit him. If you ask him to jump, he only jumps and doesn't hold his feet. Isn't this Ha'er? Ah, Ha'er can't do it.

Chen Feng thought hard and tried many methods, but he could not do it.

"Try the secret method of corpse training tomorrow night. Although the things made by the iron wire are not corpses, the principles from death to life are similar." Chen Feng murmured and threw the semi-finished product into the Void Shuttle, pretending to sleep, it is impossible not to sleep, it is almost a mourning gong.

As soon as the gong sounded, the workers were about to get up and watch the bell.

"Eleventh, have you dreamed of embracing me all night?" Seeing Chen Feng yawning, the fifth uncle who had just woken up stared at his face and said, "I'm so tired."

"What's wrong?"

"I looked like I was hollowed out, and I asked what happened."

Chen Feng knows his own affairs, how can he stay up all night for a few nights? He can only pretend to be stupid.

"Who?"

"Who else can I talk to this Beidouke?"

"Me?"

Chen Feng pointed to his nose and elbowed at No. 5, "Yes, my sister is so moist. Just make a basin for you to wash your face."

"Go and go, you keep it for yourself."

Uncle No. 5 waved his hand to drive away the flies, and his wrinkles were smoothed out several layers.

After eating steamed buns and drinking porridge, he pinched the list in his hand and called Zhong. This guy looked constipated, which made the soul masters feel uncomfortable when he stood in the team and took the mission.

Cao Qiuchen held the task list in his hand, closed his eyes and took a long time to speak coldly:

"No. 1, Room No. 5."

...

"No. 6, Room 7 of Herringbone."

"No. 7, Room 12, Dizi."

"Ye? Why did you jump over me?" Uncle No. 5 touched Chen Feng's elbow, pointed his mouth at Cao Qiuchen, and whispered: "Is this cold-faced beast a menstruation? What's the twitching hand and neck?"

Chen Feng frowned. Judging from Cao Qiuchen's suppressed expression, this matter was strange.

"No. 11, Room 2 of Herringbone."

...

"No. 15, Room 9, Dizi."

The fourteen soul masters of the Tianji group were all given the mission except No. 5.

Cao Qiuchen looked up at No. 5, and there was a hint of pity in his cold eyes.

“No. 5…”

Cao Qiuchen lowered his head and paused for a few breaths, and slowly spoke, "Tianzi... Room 11."
Chapter completed!