Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

"Hey, you were right not to go out. If you go out now, you are courting death!"

Wei Hong replied calmly, as if watching a play.

Compared with Cui Lin, there was no uneasiness or nervousness on his face, but he seemed to be a little unconcerned or even not taking it seriously.

Cui Lin frowned and looked at Wei Hong: "Fellow Daoist Wei, aren't you afraid?"

"What do I have to be afraid of!" Wei Hong smiled nonchalantly: "I'm not leaving Fang City. Anyway, I live inside Fang City. At worst, I just won't go out."

"I don't believe that group of robber cultivators dare to come into Fangshi to kill people and steal goods!"

He also doesn’t believe that the robbery cultivator has been guarding outside Fangshi!

Apart from gaining vitality points, he really didn't need to leave Fangshi.

For the sake of safety, he could naturally give up collecting vitality points for the time being and just survive for a while.

Therefore, the group of robbery cultivators outside could not pose any threat to Wei Hong at all, nor could they have much impact on him.

Cui Lin also nodded with a heavy face at this time: "What Fellow Daoist Wei said is that it is best not to leave Fangshi in the short term!"

"That's right." Wei Hong suddenly remembered something and asked with a frown: "Don't you care about the patrol team in Fang City? Are you going to let Jie Xiu kill people and steal goods? Aren't they afraid of affecting Fang City's reputation?"

Logically speaking, everything that happened around Fang City should be handled by the patrol team, but Wei Hong didn't hear anything about the patrol team's actions.

"Patrol team?" A hint of sneer flashed across Cui Lin's lips: "Do you think they will care? As long as the robbery cultivators don't cause too much trouble, they won't bother to care about our life and death, and it doesn't matter whether there are any of their people in the patrol team. Unknown!”

"makes sense!"

Wei Hong sighed slightly and fell silent.

Both of them lost interest in talking. Wei Hong said goodbye and walked towards the Talisman Making Workshop.

The matter of the robbery gang [Blood Eagle] was temporarily forgotten by him. Anyway, he was prepared not to leave Fangshi for a few months. He would wait and see which way the wind blows before making plans.

Since it has no impact on him, he will naturally continue to live his life according to his original rhythm.

But Wei Hong still took it for granted.

When he came to the Talisman Making Workshop, he found that the catastrophe and cultivating crisis had affected him after all.

"What? Say it again? Manager Wang has been killed by Jie Xiu's poisonous hands? Is this news reliable?"

As soon as he entered the Talisman Making Workshop, Wei Hong heard a shocking piece of bad news.

With a face filled with disbelief, he asked Lv Fang who told him the news repeatedly.

"It's absolutely true!" Lu Fang also replied with a heavy face and a wry smile: "The news is absolutely true. Yesterday, Manager Wang went out for something, but he didn't expect to run into the hands of the gang of robbing cultivators. As a result, he couldn't escape and was poisoned. , it is said that he had fled to a place only three miles away from Fangshi, but he was still caught up and killed on the spot! "

Lu Fang sighed slowly, not knowing whether it was because of the death of Manager Wang or something else.

Wei Hong frowned, and after accepting this fact, he continued to ask: "Fellow Daoist Lu, since Manager Wang has died, who will be the manager of this Talisman Making Workshop?"

"Are our benefits and basic tasks still the same as before?"

Wei Hong really didn't expect that Manager Wang would encounter such an accident.

But this matter has already happened, so he needs to consider some changes that may occur after the change of management within the workshop.

Salary and basic tasks are the two issues he is most worried about.

Just now, he said that the calamity cultivators outside could not affect him. Who would have thought that he would not be able to escape this storm after all.

Therefore, Wei Hong's mood suddenly became gloomy.

At this time, Lu Fang glanced at him in surprise, and then said with a solemn expression: "Wei Daoyou has got the point right, and I just want to tell you this question."

"As far as I know, a new steward will be appointed within the workshop soon. I heard that this steward is extremely demanding, and I also heard that he will increase our basic task volume."

"What you're worried about is exactly what I'm worried about!"

The talisman painters in the talisman making workshop are all smart people, and they naturally understand that the change of power will inevitably lead to a series of changes.

These changes are very likely to be detrimental to them, so changes are exactly the last thing they want to see.

"I hope the new manager won't press too hard!"

Wei Hong sighed helplessly.

He and Lu Fang looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

After a while, someone came over and told them to go to Courtyard No. 1, saying that the steward had summoned them.

"Come on, Fellow Daoist Lu, let's go over and have a look."

Wei Hong said hello and took the lead towards the independent courtyard No. 1.

It was obvious that this would be the time for the new steward to call them into a meeting and announce the change of authority.

Lu Fang nodded with a heavy expression and quickly followed Wei Hong to the independent courtyard No. 1.

After entering, they found that the Talisman Drawing Masters from the Talisman Painting Workshop had already arrived.

In front of the talisman painters, there was an old man lying leisurely on a large recliner with his eyes closed to relax.

The entire independent courtyard seemed to have fallen into silence because of this person, and no one dared to speak rashly.

Wei Hong, who wanted to say hello to the other talisman painters, immediately fell silent when he saw this, and stood behind Lu Fang in perfect agreement.

After half a stick of incense, more than twenty talisman painters in the talisman painting workshop had all arrived.

The thin old man on the recliner opened his eyes at this moment, and then slowly stood up from the recliner.

"I, Yan Feng, will be the new manager of the workshop!"

The old man in brocade robes glanced at everyone with sharp eyes and said in a low voice: "I summoned you here today because I want to get acquainted with you and also tell you the rules from now on."

"From today on, the workload of each Talisman Painter will be doubled, which means that each person must turn in 360 Talismans every month."

"Also, all talisman painters must have a talisman production rate of more than 45%. Anyone who draws less than 45% will be punished."

"Half of the wages will be confiscated in the first month, and all wages will be confiscated in the second month. If someone still can't increase the talisman production rate to 45% in the third month, then please get out of the talisman making workshop."

"Our Talisman Making Workshop doesn't need such waste!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"What? The monthly task volume has doubled, and 360 talismans have to be handed in? Is there any mistake?"

"Are you kidding me? Do we still get a commission after handing in 360 talismans?"

"Strictly manage things, who made these rules? They are squeezing us!"

"Strict management, the 45% talisman production rate is not achieved just by reaching it. We have signed a spiritual contract with the talisman making workshop. Who dares to let us go?"

For a time, the crowd was excited, and all the Talisman Masters complained.