Black Tiger Stockade, the bonfires blazed brightly through the night.
Many bandits had gathered together to eat and drink. Wang Zong pretended he couldn't hold his liquor and lay sprawled to one side, apparently asleep. In reality, he was gathering all kinds of information.
Once these bandits got drunk, they dared to say anything and rambled about everything. Gradually, he gathered quite a bit of useful information.
For example, the leader of Black Tiger Stockade was named Cheng Tianzao. The bandits addressed him as Boss Cheng. He was nearly three meters tall, with dark skin, and looked just like Black Vajra.
It was worth mentioning the character for "stove." In this world, it seemed to have a different meaning. It referred to a black Exotic Beast that was not only as tough as diamond, but also had electricity coursing through its body.
Wang Zong didn't recognize the written language of this world and didn't understand the meanings of its characters, so he gained no further information from the name.
However, he had noticed that the bandits in the entire stockade were divided into different ranks.
He happened to be one of the lowest-ranked bandits, an outcast among them. If he continued investigating, he probably wouldn't gain much more. Instead, he would simply waste a great deal of time.
"I have two choices now. One is to kill all these bandits. The other is to bring them under my command. I just don't know whether the leader has any special abilities. If he does, this body of mine could be in some danger."
As a body cultivator with Demon Blood to broaden his horizons, Wang Zong was confident he could defeat a hundred opponents even if he had become an ordinary person.
On the previous level, his physique had prevented him