My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

Thirty miles to the northeast of Nanyang City, there is a small Tangshan.

At the foot of the mountain is a river called Fenxi, which runs around the mountain.

The Tangshan Army was stationed just south of Tangshan and north of Fenxi.

On the official road, more than a dozen bullock carts pulled heavy goods and slowly moved towards Xiaotangshan.

Chen Mu sat on the right side of an ox cart, with bamboo baskets on the back of the cart, filled with various seasonal vegetables, oil, salt and condiments.

The journey was smooth, even if the bullock cart was slow, the convoy arrived at the Tangshan army station in the morning.

Dawang, don't run around when you enter the camp, just bury your head in your work.

Although we are a civilian camp, the rules are still not small.

If you commit a military law, I won't be able to protect you. Sun Enqi said solemnly.

Uncle Seven. Chen Mu lowered his head slightly, pretending that he didn't dare to look directly at the other party, and replied dully.

Sun Enqi nodded in satisfaction and looked up and down his nephew. He couldn't help laughing at himself and shaking his head: It's really unfounded.

My nephew looks honest, how could he cause trouble.

The expression on his face returned to softness, and he patted Chen Mu on the shoulder: Let's go, I'll take you to register and settle down, otherwise I won't be able to make an iron bracelet for you.

Iron bracelet? Chen Mu didn't know why.

Hey, that's it. Sun Enqi raised his left hand.

Chen Mu looked at it and saw that a black iron ring with a width of one finger was being placed on the opponent's wrist.

It's got our ID number engraved on it. There's no way to get paid without it.

Chen Mu was suddenly stunned.

Probably the identity card in the military camp.

It's convenient to be paid by name when you are alive, and it is convenient to erect a monument and bury someone when you die.

Chen Mu nodded honestly, pretending to understand but not understanding.

He is now an honest child in the ravines. He doesn't understand, but he doesn't dare to ask.

The two walked into the station, and when they looked around, they saw that the tents were all gray and white.

Seventh Uncle, where is Tang Shanjun? Chen Mu asked curiously.

Sun Enqi smiled and shook his head: Tang Shanjun is not here, they are on the mountainside.

Here... are all the people? So many people?

But...what a nice person! Easy to hide.

...

Two days later.

In an open area next to Fenxi, Ding You's Camp Fire Head Army was stationed.

Do Do Do...

A series of heavy sounds of knives cutting wooden piers sounded.

Chen Mu held a thick-backed kitchen knife, raised it and dropped it, and the root vegetables on the wooden pier were quickly cut into walnut-sized pieces.

With the care of Sun Enqi, Chen Mu successfully integrated into the Dingyou Camp Fire Head Army and became a vegetable cutter.

Glancing at the short, fat, sweaty, tired man beside his eyes, Chen Mu quietly adjusted his muscles and sweated from his forehead.

You can't stand out from the crowd.

After observing the speed of the other party's vegetable cutting, Chen Mu adjusted it slightly.

Try to maintain the speed of cutting two at the other side and cutting one and a half by yourself.

Perfect.

Now he needs to sneak in quietly, must not be conspicuous, and must be a qualified vegetable chopper.

It's all right now.

After fixing the rhythm of chopping vegetables for himself, Chen Mu focused his attention on his breathing.

There are 360 ​​changes in the breathing method for the fifth-order cloud mirage training.

Fortunately I have the proficiency.

He has been able to quickly enter a breathing rhythm.

In the mind, in the fog, the silver threads of stars began to flicker, change, and grow.

Chen Mu was quickly immersed in it.

The movement of the hand remains the same, the mechanical hand lifts the knife, the hand lifts the knife, the hand lifts the knife and falls...

...

Next to him was a short, fat man with the surname Zheng and Yuan, who was just like his name, with a round face, round legs, and round belly. The flexible fingers are as round as radishes.

He was the only vegetable cutter in Dingyou Camp Fire Head Army.

Zheng Yuan glanced at the dull young man beside him, and nodded indiscernibly.

Xinlai Xiaogong is the chef's nephew, so he can't be bothered.

He was also worried that the other party's work was rough and he would be more burdened. Two days of observation but surprisingly satisfied.

Slower than yourself, but not lazy. After three or five days, if you practice your strength, you will be a good partner.

Glancing at the speed of the other party's vegetable cutting, Zheng Yuan shook his head slightly.

After all, it's a bit slower than me, and I can't wait to help him.

Forget it, let's help, who is the chef's nephew?

After a quarter of an hour, Zheng Yuan stopped and moved his arm.

Glancing at Chen Mu, who was still chopping vegetables, he couldn't help shaking his head: There are so many vegetables, unreasonable rest, it's not good to be so reckless.

Rookie, just wait until you suffer.

Two quarters later, Zheng Yuan stopped moving his wrist again.

There was a slow and unhurried duo sound in my ears, and I couldn't help turning my head in surprise.

Physical strength is good.

After three quarters of an hour, Zheng Yuan rested.

Do Do Do...

Five quarters later, Zheng Yuan hammered his waist and rested again.

Do Do Do...

Half an hour later, Zheng Yuanyuan was sweating profusely, listening to the constant speed of the dripping beside him, even though he felt that the kitchen knife seemed to have sunk by twenty pounds, he did not dare to stop.

Work harder, you can't let a newcomer compete.

Thinking so, he turned to look at Xin Ding.

Then he saw the other party's empty bamboo basket.

Zheng Yuan: ...

Chen Mu also regained his senses at this time, and looked at the bamboo basket with a slightly scattered gaze.

It's over? Oh.

Noticing the sight from the side, Chen Mu turned his head to look, just in time to see Zheng Yuan's stunned expression, and the other side's two baskets full of vegetables.

It's over! Alas...

Isn't this really exposed!

Cough... I used to be in the village to cut piers for the chef who made the flowing water mat. You don't know, for such a big flowing water mat, only two people cut piers. Chen Mu decided to rescue it.

Zheng Yuan was expressionless: Oh, I used to be in the Sihai Building, and I was also a pier cutter. You don't know, then the big Sihai Building, with three masters, only has two piers.

Chen Mu: ...

...

The matter was finally resolved perfectly after Chen Mu helped cut a basket of vegetables.

The short and dwarf Zheng Yuan looked at Chen Mu with satisfaction.

He also secretly instructed Chen Mu not to cut so fast, but to learn to steal reasonably... rest. It is said to be the secret of the Four Seas Towers.

Chen Mu was happy to be taught, followed suit, and then really integrated into the Ding You Camp Fire Head Army.

...

Two days later, at the gate of Ding You's camp.

A group of people gathered together, forty or fifty people lined up in a long queue, squirming forward little by little.

Chen Mu lowered his head slightly, and mixed in the team with an honest and fearful appearance.

Today is the day when they focus on wearing iron bracelets.

The people who came and went around were not surprised, and they walked away after taking a look.

Is it written now? Chen Mu stared at the front tent in surprise.

There was a long table there.

There were two people sitting behind the table. An old man with a goatee checked the booklet, and a middle-aged man in a gray suit was in charge of wearing an iron bracelet.

There is a bronze box next to the middle-aged man, and the other party takes out an iron ring from it from time to time.

Write twice on the inside of the hoop with a brush, and then put it on.

Corrosion of special potions? Chen Mu understood.

He just thought it was hard carved.

At this point, the identity of the husband, Sun Dawang, has been successfully disguised. Chen Mu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He pretended to sneak in, but there were a lot of risks.

Being able to wear an iron bracelet means that the identity verification has passed.

This is good, not only can he follow the army north, wait for the opportunity to obtain the Thousand Opportunities Order, but also avoid being controlled by the Tangshan Army.

Turn people into mummified corpses, tsk tsk... These indigenous methods are really terrifying.

I'm afraid it's not a special magic weapon. Chen Mu remembered Kuituo's description.

It's still good for the people.

Those big people with eyes higher than the top don't care about the status of people and husbands.

Just as he was thinking about it, the middle-aged man took care of an iron ring, and he pulled up the left hand of the man in front of the table and put it on him.

Inadvertently, a tiny black line flashed out from the bracelet. If it wasn't for Chen Mu's seven training and transformation, his eyesight was excellent, and he wouldn't be able to see it clearly.

Then he just watched helplessly, and the black thread swooped into the min-fu's arm.

Chen Mu: ...

Fuck!

There is one more chapter, it's probably quite late, friends, don't wait, let's read it tomorrow.