Immortal Immortal

Early in the morning, white fog filled the town, and Li Mo opened his eyes.

The others were still sleeping soundly. He quickly got up and went to the courtyard. While washing himself with the well water, he stretched his hands and feet to relax his muscles and activate his blood circulation.

There is no rooster crow in Rongzhen, but there are insects chirping.

Li Mo caught a cricket and examined it. Except that the cricket became sluggish due to late autumn, he found nothing unusual.

He was sure that there was a cultivation method in Rongzhen. After all, ordinary people had no ability to suppress fatal diseases.

It was not until Mao hour that the children gradually woke up.

Li Mo pretended to have just gotten up, and he and Zhao Zhu ate water and dry food together, chatting about what they had seen and heard in Rong Town.

After a while.

The accountant surnamed Wu arrived late, walking a little slowly with his abnormal back. Behind him were four stewards with different appearances and a group of handymen.

Li Mo's heart was beating wildly. Wu Wanfeng gave him a weird feeling, maybe because of his creepy aura.

The children stood in a row, receiving looks from the stewards.

"you you…"

Wu Wanfeng pointed at the two children and motioned for them to stand in the corner.

How dare children have any objections.

Li Mo immediately discovered that the selected child had obvious signs of premature aging. He had the impression that he had been physically weak since childhood and even almost died.

"pity."

Wu Wanfeng smiled and licked his exposed gums with his tongue.

"You can't even survive the pregnancy period. You are destined to be born with a lowly fate. When you two are done, follow me to the handyman hall."

Li Mo's pupils dilated, and some memories of the Heart Beast Sect emerged from the Creation Book, mainly information about some cultivation realms.

The period of living in the womb is probably equivalent to that of a mortal martial artist seven thousand years ago.

"Jiejiejiejie..."

Wu Wanfeng smiled strangely, glanced at the children, and said with satisfaction: "Humans, they are born to suffer from fatal diseases."

"But death's disease is different."

“When a baby is in the uterus, it suffers from fetal death.”

Wu Wanfeng said word by word in a strange tone: "Deadly illness during pregnancy is unavoidable, and it can be overcome by being born with all the internal organs."

Li Mo glanced at the two children alone. It seemed that they had been weak since childhood due to incomplete internal organs.

This world is really weird.

People who are born with incomplete internal organs can survive, but the price they pay is simply being unable to practice.

Wu Wanfeng narrowed his eyes and said slightly crazy: "Don't feel lucky, there are nine kinds of fatal diseases, which will appear in different age groups."

"Do you feel your pulse is sluggish?"

"The fatal disease you are experiencing now will cause organ stagnation and failure. It is called [General Angle]. It will completely break out at the age of twenty, and the fatal disease will worsen to the extreme at the age of fifty. It is unreasonable."

Li Mo's scalp was numb.

There is no greater irony than immortality accompanied by eternal damnation.

He was a little desperate. Even if he survived the fatal disease in Rong Town, there might be a new fatal disease decades later.

Li Mo glanced at the children. Most of them were ignorant about fatal diseases, except for the older Ma Ergao, whose expression was extremely nervous and his legs could not stop trembling.

The terms "Zhuwei" and "Zongjiao" are originally ancient terms for various age groups.

A live fetus is an unborn fetus.

The total horn is a child with hair combed into a bun, like a child with two horns on top of his head.

But in the world of immortality, it has been used as a synonym for death and disease.

Ma Ergao couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Wu, what would happen if... if the president didn't survive the fatal illness?"

Wu Wanfeng looked happy, admiring Ma Ergao's fearful expression.

The tallest man among the stewards comforted him: "As long as you get through the fatal disease, you don't have to worry about it for the next thirty years. The disadvantages of fatal disease naturally vary from person to person."

"The pregnancy period has not passed, and after the age of twenty, the limbs begin to shrink until they lose mobility."

"If the total horniness period is not passed, the organs will completely rot by the age of fifty, resulting in a hollow body and the breeding of corpse insects."

"Don't worry, the pawn shop has its own way to overcome the fatal disease."

Li Mo secretly thought that it was true, and then observed the four stewards, and he could tell a lot of information from their clothes.

The strong man who spoke was 1.9 meters tall, with thick joints. There was no flesh and blood on his palms, revealing gray and black bones. His waist tag was engraved with "Za".

The woman looks gentle and elegant, but her face is heavily made up, like a corpse about to be buried, and her waist badge is "painting".

The middle-aged man's skin was swollen and white, and his whole body exuded an unpleasant fishy smell. His pupils were like needles, and his waist badge was "Jade."

The old woman in the last corner has her arms only half the normal length, curled up in her sleeves and hugging her chest. Her waistband is "Porcelain".

Wu Wanfeng clasped his fists and said, "Please also ask the stewards to pick three children each. I have some tasks assigned by the shopkeeper, so I will take the first step."

The strong man nodded in response: "It should be."

Wu Wanfeng left the compound with the children who had not passed the pregnancy period, and their fate should be to be the handymen of the pawn shop.

"Then I won't be polite."

The strong man neatly picked out Ma Ergao, Zhao Zhu and three other people. He chose strong children and walked out of the courtyard quickly.

"Xu Hu, why are you anxious? There have been no new members in the Ceramic Hall for several years, so we are not allowed to take a closer look."

The old woman groped on the child's back and made a tut-tut sound.

Li Mo hesitated for a moment and took the initiative to approach the woman with makeup.

"Master in charge, I have learned to read and draw at home, and I can also do some carpentry."

"A little clever."

The woman with dark makeup covered her mouth and chuckled, acquiescing to Li Mo's surrender, and then chose her cousins ​​Li Qingfang and Li Zhuang, and walked out of the courtyard.

Li Mo lowered his head, his photographic memory making his mind extremely active.

After he saw the waist card, he realized that the waist card represented the category of antiques. He had occasionally been involved in it in his previous life and had certain theoretical knowledge.

"Ceramics", "Calligraphy and Painting", "Jade", "Miscellaneous".

Li Mo didn't have time to delve into the connection between the four categories of antiques and beast control, but with his photographic memory, there was no doubt that calligraphy and painting were more suitable.

"Brother..."

Li Qingfang and Li Qingfang timidly grabbed the corners of Li Mo's clothes.

Li Qingfang is in her early five years, and Li Zhuang is seven years older. They are Li Mo's cousins, but they don't have much contact with each other on weekdays.

"Follow Manager Hu and learn how to do things patiently, and just keep your mouths shut."

He learned the Mingzhuang woman's surname from the greetings from the handymen along the road.

The woman with dark makeup glanced at Li Mo with a hint of appreciation in her eyes. She didn't expect that there were children in the mountain village who were so aware of current affairs.

Li Mo led the brother and sister and soon arrived at the calligraphy and painting hall in the West District. The strong fragrance of ink could be smelled even before he got close.

As soon as Hu Guanshi walked into the painting and calligraphy hall and handed Li Mo over to the painter who was teaching him, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Because they were too young and had to learn to read, Li Qingfang was taken to the pawn shop's school by a handyman.

Li Mo looked around the calligraphy and painting hall. The atmosphere inside was terrifyingly depressing. There were hundreds of clerks sitting at desks, painting over and over again.

In the center of the painting and calligraphy hall, there is a wooden figure covered with acupuncture points and meridians; a porcelain tiger looking for food.

The apprentice kept copying the statue, even if his fingers bled.

After painting, the rice paper is thrown to the ground. The ground is piled thickly. Only a small amount can be appreciated by the painter and get some money.