Although Huixiang has the word "alley", it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a street.
Following Zhou Yong, he walked in from a path. The narrowest part of this path had to be passed sideways.
This made Luo Yan have no expectations at first. After he didn't want to come out, his eyes suddenly became brighter.
The so-called 'Grey Lane' is much wider than the streets outside.
People come and go on the street where two cars can go parallel.
There are many adventurers wearing cloaks, masks, and backpacks.
Bold girls wearing sexy clothes that exposed their bellies stood in front of some tents with colorful feathers on top to attract customers.
There are stalls of various sizes, with a wide variety of products, including weapons and equipment, food rations, bullets, explosives, and even giant beast parasites.
There are also jugglers, snake dancers, and magic performers, which are dazzling to watch.
"This is Gray Lane, sir."
Zhou Yong laughed along and said: "In the past, when Snow Wolf Company still dominated the Blizzard Base, it already existed, but it was not so lively at that time."
"Since the Snow Wolf Company has lost its strength and lost its control over the base, there have been more talents here."
"You have to be careful, anything can happen in Long Lane."
"There is no law here, even killing people in the street is common."
"Blind Chen's stall is over here."
Luo Yan followed the red scarf and saw a private arena along the way. The leader of the arena accepted anyone's challenge.
Each person can challenge the challenger by paying a certain fee.
If you lose, you will get nothing, and the winner can take away the bonus accumulated in the prize pool.
But the challenger is not simple, he actually has a high-level first level.
This is very rare on the surface, so those who take the stage to challenge it basically end in failure.
It's okay to fail.
Because there are no rules in the arena, no one is killed by the ringmaster.
The bloody arena indicated the danger of the arena, but even so, many people still came to the stage.
"arrive."
When Zhou Yong stopped, Luo Yan saw a small stall in front of him, with a flag erected on it, which read, "The magic stick is full of flavor."
The stall owner is an old man, in his sixties, with a dry face full of wrinkles.
His hair was gray and dull, he was wearing sunglasses, his legs were crossed, and he was drinking tea.
Zhou Yong said: "Sir, he is Blind Man Chen. If you want to buy anything, you can go to him."
"But you'd better let him tell fortunes first and make some money. Only after he gets the benefits will he be willing to help you."
Luo Yan nodded, walked over, and coughed dryly.
Blind Chen didn't look up and smiled: "Little friend, are you telling fortunes?"
Luo Yan hummed and sat down.
Blind Chen put down the tea set, stretched out his hand and said, "Here, give me your left hand."
Luo Yan put his left hand on it. Blind Chen touched it here and pressed it there, and then took a breath of air.
"Incredible."
"Incredible."
The old man lowered his voice and said, "My little friend's bones are so unique that he must be extraordinary."
"The murderous aura in his body is something I have never seen before in my life."
"My little friend must have done a big deal before coming to the base. Are you right?"
Luo Yan was a little surprised, thinking that this magic stick really had two brushes.
Immediately he said, "Hmm."
Blind Chen said again: "My little friend is in the shape of a real dragon, ***."
"My friend, I was just passing by the Blizzard base. After all, this base is just a small pond. How can I accommodate it?"
I have to get rid of this real dragon like you. "
"Tell me, what do you want to ask, little friend?"
Luo Yan was startled. He was just here to buy things and had no intention of telling fortunes.
When blind man Chen suddenly said this, he really didn't know what to ask.
After thinking for a while, Luo Yan said, "I have a long-lost relative. I want to know if she is still alive?"
Blind Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "Put your head over here."
Luo Yan did as he said and stretched his head over.
Blind Chen groped Luo Yan's face with his hands and said, "My little friend is a sign of good fortune. No matter what kind of danger you encounter, you can turn it into good luck."
"Your relative's life will be safe if he takes advantage of you. You can rest assured."
Luo Yan felt a little relieved after hearing this, and then asked: "How does the old gentleman charge?"
Blind Chen laughed and said, "The old man is not greedy. He always pays attention to fate in everything."
"My little friend, just watch it."
Luo Yan thought that he still had something to ask for, so he generously took out a box of anti-inflammatory tablets and put them on the table.
Blind Chen coughed dryly, then kicked the stall.
A childish voice snorted under the stall, and then a child of twelve or thirteen years old came out holding his buttocks.
"What are you doing? I'm sleeping."
"You big-headed idiot, quickly put away the things the guests gave you, and then thank them properly."
The child glanced at the table, his eyes lit up, he immediately put away the box of anti-inflammatory tablets, and then said something unknown in Blind Chen's ear.
After hearing this, Blind Chen's wrinkles on his face relaxed one by one, and he seemed quite satisfied.
Luo Yan took the opportunity and said: "Old sir, I heard that you have some channels in Gray Alley. I want to buy some things. I wonder if you can help me arrange them."
Blind Chen said, "What do you want to buy?"
Luo Yan took out a list, which contained Song Qiutang's tools and parts.
In order to prevent others from seeing clues from this list, Luo Yan asked Song Qiutang to add many irrelevant things into it.
Putting the list on the table, the child took it and told Blind Chen the contents.
After hearing a few words, Blind Chen stretched out his hand to make the child stop.
Then he said: "I can have someone organize these things for you, little friend."
"However, things may not be cheap."
"Also, you need to pay a deposit first."
Luo Yan said calmly: "Okay."
He took out a box of anti-inflammatory tablets from his backpack and put it on the table.
After accepting it, Blind Chen said: "Give me three days. In the evening after three days, you come over to pick up the goods and pay the balance."
So the matter was settled.
Luo Yan stood up to say goodbye. As he was leaving, a tall and thick-set man sat on a chair and said angrily, "Fortune teller!"
Luo Yan had already walked some distance away, but when he heard Blind Chen's words, he couldn't help but stop.
"Ouch, that's incredible."
"Sir, your bones are unique and extraordinary."
"You have the appearance of a real dragon and the appearance of great wealth and great honor."
"***, you must have passed by the base by chance."
"I must have made a big deal before coming to the base."
Luo Yan's mouth twitched slightly when he heard it, and he looked at Zhou Yong next to him.
"Is this person named Chen reliable?"
Zhou Yong had an embarrassed look on his face: "Blind Chen is indeed a great stickman. He always talks about his skills to everyone he meets."
"But I'm not lying to you, he can really eat well in this gray alley."
"If he accepts your deposit, he won't regret it, don't worry."
