So what! Are you going to kill me?

Chapter 188: Losing Money

After hearing this, Jin Cancan became more certain of her guess.

According to current information, both plunderers and exiles can be artificially manufactured and have a complete production chain.

Those who understand the rules of taming human monks and fallen species will have the most loyal followers.

The puppet army that has lost its soul will remove all obstacles for its master and plunder all resources. The controller of the army, having tasted the power, will greedily continue to look for more chess pieces to continuously expand the chips in his hand.

If she knew such a secret, would she be as cruel as these people?

Will do.

Even crazier than these people.

So it's better not to get involved until you understand the situation clearly.

If you allow yourself to constantly draw nourishment from greed and desire, your mind will be completely corroded by the abyss of desire.

This is what Uncle Jindu has repeatedly warned me.

Before Jin Cancan stopped, Qiming continued, "The big shots at the border have already warned those monks and explained the truth of the 'Evolution Ceremony' to them very clearly, but those people were like crazy. Not only did they not believe it, they also sighed in front of us, hating themselves for not being fast enough to catch up."

"I know one of the formation cultivators. Half a year ago, he went to the Never-Setting Sun Mountain."

"When I saw him again this time, I almost didn't recognize him."

Qiming took out a portrait. It was very small, no bigger than a cigarette when rolled up. He handed it to Jin Cancan and pointed at one of the white-haired young men and said, "This man is the cultivator from the formation. He has pure ice spiritual roots. At that time, all his meridians were frozen by the strange technique, and he was hanging on by a thread."

"He had an excellent appearance, so I was deeply impressed. His name was Cuojin, and he possessed a rare treasure. He exchanged all of his treasures for life-saving herbs. He recuperated in the Never-Setting Sun Mountains for half a month, and then left quietly. He was also a miserable man who bore a deep blood feud."

"Now that I see him again, he looks completely different. It can be said that he is two different people."

"The painting depicts him when he was about ten years old. The portrait was previously stored in a jade flute and was discovered by Mr. Jia when he was reselling the flute."

Jin Cancan looked at Cuojin's eyebrows carefully, and her heart suddenly beat fast for some reason.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, knowing that this should be the body's instinctive reaction. It seemed that the original owner had some connection with this person?

Jin Cancan immediately thought of the portrait she had seen in Xueying's room before, and she asked, "Is Cuojin a member of the Snow Tribe?"

Silver hair, pure ice spiritual roots, and very obvious characteristics of the Snow Clan.

Qiming shook his head slightly: "I don't know. There is an unwritten rule in Sunset Mountain that we never ask about the origins and life experiences of visitors."

"But I don't think so. After all, the Snow Clan hasn't left the Icefield for thousands of years. Every time they appear in the world, they cause a sensation, and everyone treats them as guests of honor. If you offend the Snow Clan, it's like offending half of the cultivation world. If Cuo Jin is really a member of the Snow Clan, how could he be injured so badly?"

Jin Cancan didn't comment, put the scroll away, and asked, "Is this still useful to you? If not, give it to me."

Qiming shook his head slightly: "I wanted to return this to Cuojin, but the adults at the border wouldn't let me contact them, so I waited outside for a few days, but I didn't see Cuojin come out."

Jin Cancan said succinctly: "Thank you, this information is very useful."