Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the second-hand dealer's legs.

This look made the middleman shudder: "I'll give you fifty pesos."

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Why are you waiting for me now?"

The second-hand dealer pointed at the gate and said, "I need to go in and get the money."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and said, "I heard that the people who set up the gambling game here have several guns on hand. I don't know if it's true. Oh, are they talking about your gambling game?"

The second-hand dealer was sweating profusely: "No, absolutely not."

"Then you go."

The second-hand dealer entered the yard and immediately went into the house to get the gun, an American product, a lever-action rifle, which was smuggled from the North Ferry at Oshinaga in the north.

This is the capital for his survival.

After taking three guns and calling three men, the middleman went out angrily, ready to settle the score with the Asian and Justino.

Just went out.

Shhhhhh.

Modified Lugang M1907 pistol, silent firing.

Three people had their fingers broken.

"Ow..."

Zhao Chuanxin blew at the muzzle of the gun: "Have you taken the money?"

The second peddler stammered, sweat pouring down his face, "I'll go back and get it now."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "I heard that there was a gambling guy who liked to take revenge afterwards. I don't know if it's true or not."

The second-hand dealer who had just turned around staggered and almost fell down when he heard this: "It's fake, absolutely fake."

When he came out again, he had a handful of money in his hand: "Fifty pesos, not a cent less."

Zhao Chuanxin took it, took out twenty pesos and threw them to the second-hand dealer: "This is medical expenses, take it."

Then he turned and left with Justino.

The second-hand dealer looked at his own casualties, the lever rifle on the ground, and Zhao Chuanxin's back. After all, he did not have the courage to pick up the gun and launch a surprise attack.

This guy is so fucking evil.

After walking away, Zhao Chuanxin took out five pesos and threw them to Justino: "Your labor fee."

Justino waved his hand while holding the money: "No, Don John Constantine, this is not possible."

"Take it and walk back by yourself. They won't dare to catch up with you."

"What about you?" Justino was also living a tight life. This windfall seemed too easy to come by. It felt like a dream.

Don John Constantine was very generous, unlike Camilo Torick, the big landowner of Quitsalan, who was a stingy person.

"Well, I want to go..." Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking and suddenly pointed in a direction, saying in surprise: "Look, there is an acacia tree over there."

This sentence doesn't sound like it's describing a tree, but rather a UFO.

Justino turned around and saw, "Oh, it's not an acacia tree, what's wrong?" Zhao Chuanxin had indeed not lied to him.

But what's so surprising about this?

When he looked back again, Zhao Chuanxin had disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin saved the power of faith by teleporting back to the wooden house and then teleporting to the white house.

You have to ride a horse to Ecatlán and walk on the way back. Time management master Zhao Chuanxin cannot waste this time.

Back at the white house, Zhao Chuanxin gave Aguirre Ida another five pesos: "This is the wages for the next period of time. Wait for Justino to come back and continue building the stable."

He went into the warehouse and went to the underground bunker.

After he killed the puppet soldiers, he only had time to collect three bodies, and the rest were burned when the new emperor summoned the sun god.

The black puppet craftsman spread the scraps on the operating table and disassembled them.

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "What kind of new body should be made for the old emperor?"

Xingyue said solemnly: "Don't worry about it, leave it to me."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "I should go to bed."

He became more and more fond of sleeping in the underground bunker.

It is absolutely quiet and absolutely dark, and the sleep quality is excellent.

When Zhao Chuanxin was sleeping, Justino came back exhausted.

He asked, "Has Don John Constantine returned?"

Aguirre Ida nodded, "Yes, he came back two hours ago. He also said that we can continue to build the stables when you come back."

Justino was a little confused.

Came back two hours ago? How is that possible?

Wouldn't it be a trick to trick him into returning home in the blink of an eye?

At this moment, he was filled with awe for Don John Constantine from the bottom of his heart.

In the afternoon, before the sun set, he dragged his tired body home and met a winemaker named Miguel Esteban on the way, who was looking worried.

Justino, who was kind-hearted, stepped forward and asked, "Miguel, what happened?"

Miguel Esteban sighed, "They are Urquidi Gómez's men again, forcing me to sell my land. Damn Urquidi Gómez, he is such a bully."

At this moment, if it were Aguilera Ida, he might boast that he could replace him in the future.

Or brag like this: Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers born into a certain class?

But Justino just sighed and said, "What kind of world is this? Can't we work hard to farm the land?"

Of course not, the big landowners throughout Mexico are seizing and concentrating the land.

Miguel Esteban thought so. “This is going to drive us to death. Is Camilo Torric’s appetite insatiable?”

At this moment, some images suddenly flashed through Justino's mind.

He blurted out: "Perhaps, you should go to Don John Constantine! He has the ability to help you, and all you need to do is give him your friendship."

"What? You mean a stranger?" Miguel Esteban was confused by Justino's adding the word "don" before the stranger's title. "Him? Can he help me?"

Haha, even he himself had to suffer bullying from Urquidi Gómez. If Urquidi Gómez hadn't been unlucky and broken his teeth, he might have dealt with the outsider long ago.

Justino heard this and said solemnly, "Listen to me, Miguel, you must remain respectful to Don John Constantine and don't talk nonsense."

Miguel Esteban was about to retort, but he stopped himself.

Urquidi Gomez and his team are very aggressive, and now Miguel Esteban has no other options, so he might as well try his luck.

……

Zhao Chuanxin woke up, came to the operating table, and saw a new puppet body.

He pointed at the puppet body in disbelief and asked, "Is this for the old emperor?"

Xingyue gave an affirmative answer: "Yes, he is only worthy of using this."

Zhao Chuanxin even felt a little embarrassed: "The reputation of an honest man like Zhao was ruined by you."

Xingyue: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin took the new puppet body and teleported it back to Lubin Prefecture.

When they arrived at the yamen, Rebecca Levi followed him into the office anxiously.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned: "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

"Since you're back, why don't you stay out tonight?" Rebecca Levi looked at Zhao Chuanxin, her eyes almost tearing. "You know, for you, I can do anything!"