98: Chapter 97: Immortal Binding Rope 98: Chapter 97: Immortal Binding Rope Owen Bertram was startled and rembered that the rope was the one tied to the columns of the archway.
Was it a direct gift from Burning Hillock?
Does Burning Hillock really have his own consciousness?!
Due to a long ti of fearing Burning Hillock, Owen sowhat felt proud at this mont: I’ve done a favor for Burning Hillock.
Otherwise, why would Burning Hillock reward ?
If it was Burning Hillock…
of course, he would have the ability to quietly stuff the reward into my Storage Brocade Pouch.
Owen sincerely said, “Boss is so domineering!”
He gave it to you directly, and you couldn’t refuse it even if you wanted to.
However, if the boss is really generous depends on what kind of treasure this rope actually is.
Owen gently held the rope, pouring spiritual energy into it, and in an instant, he felt as if he had seen more…
worlds!
In these different worlds, there were creatures with their unique characteristics.
Most of them were different from the creatures of the Eight Desolates.
Owen even saw a long line of ghosts trudging through a boundless swamp.
Strange snakes hidden in the swamp constantly rushed out to bite and swallow these ghosts, and purple-black thunderbolts fell like rain from the sky…
However, the countless scenes just flashed before Owen’s eyes, and he felt drained, blood trickling down his nostrils.
He looked at the rope again, and it had beco unremarkable, just a very nice magical treasure, similar to the Immortal Binding Rope in so myths from his previous life.
“I just don’t know how powerful it is and which Great Realm cultivator can it bind,” Owen collected the rope and put it away.
Currently, there was no target to test it on, he couldn’t just rush out and tie up Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow, could he?
Huh, why did that thought feel quite exciting?
“But the rewards from Burning Hillock couldn’t be too bad,” Owen said with a smile.
Lastly, he had to study the Big Iron Pot with the broken mouth.
In the battle, Owen was most worried about the true purpose of the demonic being entering Burning Hillock.
But what puzzled him the most was that Verna’s seemingly childish suggestion played a key role.
Why didn’t the firewood burn out for a long ti?
Why could the big pot refine the demonic beings?
A bag of firewood, the mouth of the bag was tattered, similar to a net pocket, and it was unknown how many years it had been used.
Owen emptied the remaining firewood and studied the bag first, and it was nothing special.
Then he lit the fire himself.
The firewood brought from the village was indeed more resistant to burning than the wood outside, but it wouldn’t just keep burning endlessly.
Owen touched his chin, revealing a thoughtful expression: could it be that my family is full of Heaven’s Chosen?
My elder brother is a peerless and outstanding talent, my second brother can turn rivers and seas with endless ingenuity, and even my younger sister…
is a hidden progeny of celestial immortals?!
He called his sister over to light the fire, and Verna obediently did so.
But the effect was the sa as when he lit the fire himself.
There was nothing magical like during the Magic Wave.
Owen sighed regretfully, one corner of the Heaven’s Chosen family was missing.
All the questions pointed to the big pot.
Owen carefully examined it, and it was just an ordinary big pot.
The bottom of the pot was blackened, and when Verna carried it, she had rubbed it a lot, and it could be washed off easily.
The pot’s bottom had been attacked by the demonic being several tis, leaving traces of varying depths, but it had not automatically recovered and remained like that even until now.
It was truly ordinary.
Then the elder brother’s eyes rolled, and bad ideas bubbled up: Since I can’t figure it out, let’s put it into the regular operation with my second brother.
Owen Bertram carried his sister on his back and handed the Big Iron Pot to Little Loach: Hurry up and eat, this is good stuff, much more powerful than those Tier-4 Magical Artifacts!
Little Loach stuck its head out of the Wooden Bottle, stared at the Big Iron Pot for a long ti, and looked at the elder brother with a “you must be an idiot” expression, then disdainfully retracted back.
With a hook of a whisker, it put the stopper back in itself.
Isn’t this just the big pot from ho?
If it’s really so kind of good treasure, could it have been left until now?
It would have been eaten by long ago.
Owen Bertram was really puzzled, scratching his head: What on earth is going on?
Unfortunately, there were no magical creatures to conduct further experints, so Owen Bertram had to stop there, shrouded in fog.
This made Owen Bertram think of another question: What is the true origin of his family?
Extinct Village was deep in Cold Poison.
Three years ago, on the night his parents died, the frail original body had actually died with them.
His soul could co through, but had lost most of the original body’s mory.
He opened his eyes, the cold rain pouring outside, thunder and lightning intertwined.
The first person he saw was his poor little sister, huddling to one side, staring at him with big eyes.
It was also that night that he picked up his second brother.
He had asked his sister how their family had co to Extinct Village, but her face was blank, and she couldn’t rember.
…
In the Octagonal Pavilion, the brother and sister were comfortably dozing off when Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow ca over with a basket of fruits, eating as she went.
From the Moon Gate to the pavilion, she had only thrown away three fruit pits.
“Co, have a taste.
The County Magistrate sent these over.”
As soon as Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow put the basket down, she discovered that half of it was already in Ava Bertram’s hands.
Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow felt as if she had been careless, and a bit of wariness appeared in her eyes!
Owen Bertram decided to withdraw from the competition.
“You two eat.”
Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow still had sothing to say to Owen Bertram, but she wasn’t as fast as Verna.
“There are two official matters,” Vanessa Thoughts of Shadow began with an official attitude, “First, the County Magistrate wants to ask if Uncle Yao and the others are willing to go back.”
It was true that after that ordeal, driving people back would be sowhat inhumane.
And considering Owen Bertram’s face, they should be allowed to move out – as long as they weren’t contaminated by evil energy.
However, the County Magistrate was also in a difficult position.
Even if Extinct Village were wiped out, they still had to deliver their annual quota of pearls to their superiors.
Owen Bertram understood this point.
The pearls in the village were similar to Spirit Jade.
Wood Dynasty’s Spirit Jade mines were scarce, and they had to import it from outside every year, just like the Old Turtle, stretching its head out for soone to slaughter.
If they lost the inco from these pearls, the big shots up there would definitely kill.
In fact, these pearls were far from being as valuable as Spirit Jade.
Cultivators naturally wouldn’t risk demonic transformation to enter Extinct Village themselves.
Ordinary people didn’t know the true value of pearls, and considering the Wood Dynasty’s current situation, they could exchange them for food honestly with the governnt.
If they wanted to sell them themselves…the consequences would be obvious.
The County Magistrate’s plan was to send in more death row inmates into Extinct Village.
As for whether the small County Town had enough death row inmates…the County Magistrate had a way!
However, it was hard to guarantee the efficiency of pearl collecting with these newcors entering Extinct Village.
It would be best for Uncle Yao and the others to go back voluntarily, then train a new generation of Pearl Divers with the old leading the new.
“The County Magistrate offers generous conditions, exemption from Life Saving Tax, and purchase of the collected pearls at market price.
Plus, there are additional rewards.”
Owen Bertram shook his head, “You can go ask them yourself.”
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