This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"Wolong, you are a bit despicable." On the way back, Boss Duran said to Wolong on his shoulder, "After getting the sect to find the city lord, you deliberately visited the other party at this time, and then met the other party. Is it arranged?"

"This is a conspiracy. Let me tell you, I have watched "Let the Bullets Fly" more than ten times, so I can ask you a question very clearly. Do you know what the residents of this city see?"

"Eye shit?"

"I like your answer, but I still have to say, there is anger."

They were passing through a long and narrow slum, where dilapidated and low buildings could be seen everywhere, and when they looked up, they could see the magnificent temple in the center of the city of hot springs.

The poor were moaning and waiting to die here. When they saw the passing Boss Duran, they either showed vigilant eyes and guarded their few belongings; or surrounded them beggingly, hoping to get a little food.

A corpse was placed on the right side of the road. The clothes on his body had been stripped off, revealing the wound on his chest that had been hit by a heavy object.

Her wife, a numb woman, was wrapped in her husband's clothes and sat next to her husband's body, feeding soup to the child in a dull manner.

And their youngest son still couldn't understand his father's death, and was greedily drinking the soup sent from his mother.

The stench seems to have become a part of the air here, feces and garbage are mixed together, and some poor people carelessly search for food in the garbage dump, completely ignoring the filth.

"It's normal, what's wrong?" Boss Duran asked suspiciously.

"Then look there again."

Boss Duran looked in the direction Crouching Dragon was pointing at.

His gaze passed through the twisted alleys, and he saw the wealthy district not far away.

Although it is only one street away, the people there are polite and well-dressed, and women in gowns walk by with little girls like porcelain dolls holding a bag full of bread, and the little girl is teasing with slices of bread. A bird following behind.

The elderly are resting comfortably on the bench, and they even have a forty-year-old body if they are well maintained.

From the outside, they are more decent, more like a person.

This is the scene that Boss Duran, who came out of the slums, has long been accustomed to.

It is also his ideological stamp, and he has long been accustomed to the existence of this disparity in rank, so much so that he has never noticed it.

But after being pierced by Wolong, he suddenly thought something strange.

Why do the poor need to work eighteen hours a day to feed themselves, while the rich can live comfortably by doing nothing every day?

The same is true for his team of adventurers. Although it looks quite glamorous, only he knows the hard work involved.

Preparations before each mission cost money, intelligence collection costs money, mission failures require compensation, and team casualties require additional compensation.

He has climbed up from the bottom, so he is very clear about the hard work involved. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong before, but now that he thinks about it, he feels that it is full of problems.

"Mr. Wolong." Boss Duran couldn't help using the honorific, "Why is that?"

"I don't know." Wolong shrugged, "I can only tell you that there is a problem here, but you can only find the root of the problem by yourself. I can't help you. After all, I'm just an idle It’s just a teenager who is in the second year of middle school again. Going back to the previous problem, although I don’t know how the problem came about, I do know a simple and effective way to deal with it.”

"What is it?"

"Just get rid of the root of the problem! The priests of the God of Health have occupied this place for too long, and their presence has created an irreparable class gap here. People are already angry. You can completely ignite this place! At that time, no matter whether you are the god of health or the god of great health care, you will all die! This is the price of angering slime! Jie jie jie!"

Looking at Wolong who had already let out an evil laugh, Boss Duran was very glad that he was on the slime's side.

But when he thought about it, he felt that the God of Health was miserable. He just gave Slime an unnecessary check-up, but it turned out like this.

"Then, what should we do next? With all due respect, the God of Health Sect has probably noticed us, and they should already be planning to take action against us. If we confront us head-on, our strength is still very weak."

"Well, well, well, I've made preparations a long time ago, and the phoenix chick has probably already started to move, so we can just go back directly."

Boss Duran didn't know what Wolong was planning until he went back.

Their hospitals are closed.

Amid the cries of a group of patients, his subordinates silently took down the signboard of the hospital, nailed the door with wooden boards, and took away all the things inside without saying a word.

Boss Duran looked at Wolong in surprise, but the other side nodded affirmatively.

Yep, that's the plan.

Back at the hotel where he was temporarily staying, Boss Duran wanted to speak up several times, but for the sake of his own face, he held back several times.

Seeing this guy's entanglement, the magician reluctantly put down the magic book he just purchased, and said to Wolong who was humming happily: "Mr. Wolong, don't you want to explain your plan?"

"It's very simple. Panacea has become a rigid demand at present, and the sudden stop of supply will make the entire market in a state of short supply. And the effect of panacea is even comparable to the top magic of the god of health. Some people are bound to Various illegal means will be adopted. There will be various high profits, businessmen, adventurers, smugglers, they will chase this thing crazily, even if it is blasphemy."

"And if this kind of thing spreads out, it will also damage the reputation of the God of Health. At present, the sect only sees its impact on interests, and it does not see that when a person can recover health without using the power of the God of Health, this will have a negative impact on the health of the God of Health. What a blow to the reputation of the god of health. By the time they reacted, it was too late."

"Afterwards, we use the profits we get to do charity work and let them know that we are being persecuted by the God of Health sect. Only by eliminating the God of Health can they get more benefits."

"In this way, the poor, the sick, the capitalists and the adventurers are all on our side. What are you, the god of health, fighting against us! Selling medicine in front of the god of health is a trick, and breaking the foundation of his belief is drawing from the bottom of the pot. In the end To kill him directly with a conspiracy is to kill him. Kill him alive, I can't help but laugh out loud when I think of this."

Feng Chu also came up together: "Brother Wolong, laughing alone is not as good as laughing alone, let's all laugh together."

"Deactivate alive~"

"Jie jie jie jie jie~"

The laughter of the two evil slimes resonated in the room, making a group of people deeply feel their evil.

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