Uncle Zhao will feel much better if he can help these old guys who have difficulty in life.

He looked at Lin Cheng, bowed and said gratefully: "Mr. Lin, thank you."

"It's okay," Lin Cheng supported Uncle Zhao, "and don't be so polite. Don't call me Mr. Lin. You are so much older than me, just call me Xiaolin."

"Okay, President Lin." The old yellow cow said respectfully and stubbornly.

Lin Cheng was too lazy to correct him and said to everyone: "Everyone clean up, let's go to the next teleportation port."

"receive!"

Everyone said in unison.

Although they are a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, they speak very well.

If you have to go to the teleport to fight monsters with a fixed salary, you will naturally not be in such a good mood.

But if you don’t have to fight and you can get money, you will naturally be very excited about this kind of good thing.

The old people's legs and feet were much more flexible, and they walked quickly towards the exit of the teleportation port.

After everyone left, Lin Cheng looked at the three-headed Goblin King's mummy on the ground.

Zhao Bo is a very outstanding spell material collector. The goblin skull he collected is of high quality.

But there were still some curses left in the corpse on the ground.

Adhering to the principle of not wasting, Lin Cheng unbuttoned his shirt, picked up the three-headed Goblin King's mummy on the ground and stuffed it into Taotie's big mouth on the abdomen.

Swallow, refine.

Under the nourishment of pure mantra power, Lin Cheng's body grew again, reaching 812 meters.
Chapter completed!