"Look, he wrote another one!"
"It's still fifty, fifty years, how long can he live?"
"My dear, I'm afraid this boy is not a monster!"
A large group of people gathered in front of the carrion stall owner's stall, looking at a young man in astonishment.
The young man is Muki, and he is writing longevity money on yellow paper.
He held a vermillion lacquer pen in his hand and a stack of yellow talisman paper in front of him, with the tip of the pen dancing continuously on the paper.
Every time you write, a longevity coin will be generated.
Fifty years of life, replaced by a piece of yellow paper, it is so easy and simple.
Those who can enter this place know very well that Mu Qi is realizing his Yangshou.
But no one can write ten longevity coins in a row, each with a face value of fifty years.
Their surprise stemmed from this.
Ten longevity coins in fifty denominations are equivalent to five hundred years of life, which is simply unbelievable.
How could a normal person live so long?
A large group of people onlookers looked at Mu Qi with a hint of shock and curiosity.
There were also some people who had a faint fear flashing in their eyes, as if they were looking at a monster.
If something goes wrong, he becomes a monster. According to their thinking, Mucci's identity is definitely not simple.
The people who were amazed and frightened didn't know that Mu Qi was worried at this moment. It could even be said that he was surprised but not happy.
He was afraid that his longevity money would suddenly turn into a pile of waste paper and everything would be just a dream.
The more you have, the more you worry about gains and losses. If you don’t have it anymore, it’s a kind of relief.
I am even more afraid that there will be other problems that will involve my family members and cause them to be harmed by this matter.
If this is the case, I will definitely regret it.
But for some reason, Mu Qi couldn't control his hands at all.
He was holding back a strong energy in his heart and developed an obsession to see how long his life span would be.
His state at this moment was as if he was possessed and looked very scary.
The audience next to them were also very curious and wanted to know how many pictures Mucci could write?
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a cold voice sounded.
"The longevity money you exchanged is enough to buy a bronze bell. Are you still planning to continue writing?"
The voice of the corpse stall owner suddenly woke up Mu Qi, and he looked down at the pile of yellow paper in his hand.
Unexpectedly, without knowing it, he had paid for seven hundred and fifty years of Yangshou.
But he had a feeling that he could still continue writing, and that he could still write for many years.
What happened, and why could I do this?
Mu Qi's mood was extremely complicated at the moment, and he desperately wanted to know the answer, so he looked at the corpse stall owner with a trace of prayer in his eyes.
I hope to get the answers I want from the other party and know what happened.
The owner of the corpse stall looked at him and did not give an answer. Instead, he tied the bronze bell with a red rope.
Put it in the palm of your hand and entrust it to Muki.
"Do you want to buy this bronze bell or not?"
Hearing the inquiry from the corpse stall owner, Mu Qi woke up from his dream and realized that now was not the time to be in a daze.
Do what needs to be done and then think about the rest.
If he hesitates any longer and the bronze bell is bought by someone else, he will regret it.
"I'll buy it and give you the money!"
Mu Qi grabbed a wad of longevity money, handed it directly to the corpse stall owner, and held the bronze bell in his hand.
Hold it tightly with your hands for fear of accidentally losing it.
When everyone around him saw this, they all showed envious expressions, while others were also angry and anxious, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in their eyes.
This was especially true for the group of strong men, who were staring at Mu Qi while thinking of ideas in their hearts.
"Brother, sell me the bronze bell and I will give you one hundred taels of gold!"
An accomplice of the brawny man suddenly blocked Muki's path and made a generous promise.
But deep in his eyes, there was a trace of disdain, clearly looking down on Muki.
At the same time, there are still expectations, waiting for Muki to agree.
Perhaps in the other party's heart, he thought that one hundred taels of gold was a huge sum of money, and a poor man like Mu Qi would not be able to refuse it.
Just by looking at his clothes, you can tell that a man was not born into a poor family, and he did not trade his life for a future when he entered the city.
For ordinary people, one hundred taels of gold is definitely a huge sum of money. If there is no opportunity, they will not be able to earn it in their lifetime.
If at any other time, Mu Qi had encountered such a generous offer, he would have agreed without hesitation.
But at this moment, Muki didn't want to talk to him.
The other party knew his identity clearly and knew that taking the bronze bell out would definitely bring him a generous reward.
Even though the benefits are the same, if you still offer unsincere conditions, do you really think you are a fool?
The organization I work for can not only give me a lot of money, but also arrange jobs for my family.
But if he agrees to the deal, not only will he not get any rewards, but his family will also suffer retaliation.
This damn guy is clearly trying to trick himself.
When Mu Qi thought of this, he sneered and turned away without hesitation.
When the man saw this scene, he felt a little anxious and hurriedly chased after him.
"If you think one hundred taels is too little, I can give you two hundred taels!"
"Two hundred taels seems too little. Are you too greedy? I'll give you another fifty taels!"
"Three for nothing, this is the limit. I advise you not to be greedy, otherwise you will be asking for trouble!"
"Damn it, why don't you say anything? Believe it or not, if you leave here, I will kill you immediately!"
Mu Qi kept walking forward, and an angry roar came from behind.
At first, the other party sounded angry and commanding, but it didn't take long before the other party started begging.
It seems that if he doesn't complete the task, he will be punished, and he hopes that Mu Qi can help him.
He also said that after leaving, more benefits would be provided.
Passers-by watched indifferently, even sneered, not believing this damn promise at all.
"If I help you, who will help me?"
Mu Qi sneered in his heart, feeling that the other party was talking nonsense, and he refused to believe a word of it.
In order to get rid of the other party, he deliberately ran around the town and used the flow of people to block the other party's sight.
It didn't take long for him to successfully get rid of the opponent.
Mu Qi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't hear that annoying sound.
He was so confused at the moment that he didn't know what to do. Although he got what he wanted, he didn't feel much joy.
He raised his eyes and looked around, feeling at a loss in his heart.
A stall on the roadside caught Muki's attention.
A table with a simple shape, as if it had just been dug out of the earth, exuding a strong earthy smell.
There was a man sitting behind the table, wearing a strange robe. It was like a Taoist robe, but it was full of words, and every word was very similar to the word "death".
The lifeless robe matches a lifeless face, and the skin folds seem to be filled with corpse wax and dirt.
If it hadn't moved occasionally, it would have been regarded as a corpse.
There is a piece of white cloth next to the table, like a white funeral flag, with two lines of black writing written on it from top to bottom.
Fortune-telling can change fortunes, and fortunes can be exchanged for fortunes. Change the fortune of ten years and receive ten years of Yangshou hexagram gold.
Mu Qi hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked forward.
"I want to tell my fortune."
Hearing the sound, the Gua Master slowly raised his head to look at Mu Qi, and his neck made a crackling sound of twisting and rubbing.
It gives the impression that this is a rusty humanoid machine.
"Fortune telling costs five yuan for longevity, and fortune-changing starts at ten yuan."
The price is really not cheap, and one calculation will cost five years of life. But if it is really accurate and can be changed, there should be many people flocking to it.
Mu Qi took out five yuan of birthday money and slapped it on the other party's table.
"Fortune telling, let's see how many years I can live!"
(End of chapter)
