Recruiting Another Temporary Helper

It was already late autumn and the entire road was filled with cold fog. The streets were cold and cheerless and the shops were filled with only sparrows and trash.

Along the way, Chen Ming's face was cold as if someone had owed him a million spirit stones. However, Song Shi was not interested in asking further.

No matter how troublesome the quests were, at the very most, he would just die.

If one death was not enough, he could continue dying ten more times. What else could they do to him?

Song Shi did not have any objections. However, somebody else had a lot of objections.

After walking for a few kilometers, he saw the city wall and heard a commotion.

"Are you kidding me? These quests are actually to fight those cultivators?"

"I'm not interested. The temporary workers you found last time were all killed by Sky Demon Cult. I'd be a fool to go again!"

"No matter how much you give, I need to be alive to take those rewards."