night.
After spending a day reading ancient books with Chen Long, Luo Qing was still in high spirits. He was very good at reading.
"Uncle Long, it's getting late, I have to leave first." Luo Qing looked at the bright crescent moon and said with a deliberately tired tone in his tone.
Chen Long, who was addicted to a sea of books, took out his keypad and looked at the time. It was eight o'clock in the evening.
"It's so late, I'll see you off." Chen Long put down the book and rubbed his brows.
"No, Uncle Long, I'll take a taxi back. It's not that messy here." Luo Qing smiled, stood up and walked out.
"Okay, be careful on the road." Chen Long thought for a while. The area around the university was indeed safe and he didn't say anything more. He picked up the book and continued to study.
He needs to translate the texts of the Mayan civilization into English. This is a big job, and he may not be able to go back to it in a few days.
"I got it." Luo Qing waved his hand casually and left with a smile on his face. The moment he was taken out of the campus by the staff, the smile on his face gradually disappeared and turned into thinking.
Chen Long in this world is indeed knowledgeable and talented. There is quite a lot of news about cannibals, savages, and rumored lost tribes.
Chen Long mentioned as many as six in total, and most of them were not in the same virgin forest.
However, a familiar name attracted Luo Qing's special attention, because it evoked a trace of response in Luo Qing's vast memory.
"The Lost City...Mantab..."
Luo Qing murmured and walked slowly into a dark alley. He knew the exact address... Maybe he should prepare Daolong first.
"Luo Qing!"
Just as Luo Qing stepped into the alley, a clear voice from behind called him to stop.
Luo Qing paused, with a gentle smile on his face, and turned around: "Xiaoyu, why are you here? Don't you have any homework?"
Xiaoyu frowned: "Can you not say such disappointing things as soon as we meet?"
"Sorry, I thought that learning should be something worthy of happiness." Luo Qing shrugged and explained: "For example, I like reading books very much. It can benefit me a lot."
"What a strange preference." Xiaoyu muttered, then raised her hand to gesture to the lunch box: "I'm here to deliver food to you. I heard from dad that Uncle Long always forgets to eat."
"Indeed, Uncle Long is too serious about his work." Luo Qing smiled and echoed the girl's words. He looked behind him and said helplessly: "But it's too late, I think I should go back."
"Why is this like this? I clearly promised to treat you to a meal, but you always treat me to it." Xiaoyu complained. She always thought of him because she was always in need of this meal.
He worries all day long whether he can fulfill his promise in this life, but every time Luo Qing either buys food or is in a hurry to leave, it makes him very uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, we are still so young, there will always be a chance, right?" Luo Qing said nonchalantly, turned around and walked into the alley with a wave of his hand.
"No..." There was some worry in Xiaoyu's eyes. The dimness in the alley blocked her sight, making her unable to speak.
She stood quietly for a while and murmured: "Don't you believe what dad said? But... that's true..."
After a long time, she turned around and walked into the university gate with a heavy heart.
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black market.
Today's black market is particularly lively, with the number of people reaching about three hundred, but 80% of them do not have magic power fluctuations in their bodies, that is, some ordinary people...
Perhaps they are not particularly ordinary. Among these people who are not extraordinary, 90% are extremely strong and somewhat delicious in the eyes of evil spirits. These are legendary killers.
The black market always serves a small number of people, and the remaining people wearing black robes, either looking in a hurry or looking around, are the real target customers and the confidants of wealthy businessmen.
In business, it’s normal to take some dark routes.
Luo Qing leaned against the corner of the wall, observing the prosperity of the black market, and waited silently.
About ten minutes later, the Taoist priest came running over panting.
"Senior, senior, why are you here in person? Come on, I've already sent people to prepare the banquet." The Taoist priest panted and said with a smile.
Luo Qing took a look at this guy. Apart from being slightly tired, the rest was quite good, and he could even feel a hint of high spirits.
That's right, who wouldn't want to take advantage of Daolon's reputation?
Luo Qing took out a life-saving jade charm from his arms and threw it to the Taoist priest: "Just crush it when using it."
The Taoist priest's eyes shone, he held the jade talisman carefully, and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, senior. Thank you, senior. Don't worry, your affairs have been arranged. Some capital will also use their own strength. I believe there will be news soon."
Luo Qing nodded with satisfaction. He thought for a moment and asked, "Have you ever heard of Wa Long?"
"The leader of the black-hand organization?" the Taoist priest bent slightly and asked.
Luo Qing nodded. If you cooperate with Wa Long, you will need a lot of money, but this is the best thing to do. There is a lot in the bank, right?
The Taoist priest thought for a moment and carefully selected his words and said: "He was originally America's white glove. Ninety percent of the criminal activities in the world are related to that organization, but these gloves have been used for too long and are too dirty. Some people can't wait to take off these gloves, and it's actually quite difficult for him now."
Luo Qing understood. No wonder he would go all out to help the Holy Lord. This made sense. Otherwise, even with the Golden Rooster King's treasure, it would be impossible to completely bind a huge organization.
Do you want to know what 90% of international crimes in the world are? Being as rich as one's country is not a simple idiom.
In this case, if he has no money, it can only mean that the money does not fall into his hands, and his income has been greatly suppressed.
"Try to make an appointment, I want to meet." Luo Qing nodded, turned around and gradually disappeared into the darkness.
"Yes, I promise to complete the mission."
Listening to the answer behind him, Luo Qing transformed into water and disappeared instantly.
Things piled up one after another. Fortunately, there was no need to worry about the two most urgent things.
The Cup of Life is within reach now that its location is accurate, the spell is now a reality, and the time between them is not that short, and there is no time.
Cliffs and castles.
"I'm back." Daolong, who was sitting in front of the cauldron reading a book, looked up and started reading the book seriously again, looking very relaxed.
"We have the specific location." Luo Qing sat down on the sofa and rubbed his eyes.
"where?"
"In the largest primeval forest in Southeast Asia." Luo Qing put down his hand and turned to look at Daolong and asked: "Master, if you have not died for more than four thousand years, a pig should be a great mage, right? Should we make more preparations?"
Daolong put down the book in his hand and thought for a while: "No need, in the past two hundred years, only the Great Master of China has caused some trouble to me."
Luo Qing nodded and stood up: "That matter should not be delayed. With the Cup of Life, we will have the capital to continue."
"good."
Purple smoke began to fill the air, and the next moment, the castle was empty.
