real? "
Zhao Fan couldn't wait to grab ten bottles of Xiaohui Yuan Dan, and smiled as if he had taken advantage: "Then take ten bottles."
Xue Lian watched from behind and kept shaking his head. The acting landlord was strong, but had too little experience. From the stall owner's words, it was obvious that Zhao Fan was trapped on the spot based on his rank. However, Xue Lian did not stop him. After thinking about his plan, he found that the other party was an ascended person around thirty years old after all. He needed to suffer a little more to gain more memory and avoid suffering big losses in the future, because ten bottles were only one hundred yuan stone, which was not a big amount. Let the agent landlord lose money to buy experience.
"Bring it one hundred yuan stone." The stall owner's attitude immediately became very polite.
"Um."
When Zhao Fan was about to take out the Yuan Stone, his other hand flicked over many items, seemingly randomly grabbing the small wooden sign he liked. He said after discussion: "Brother, the stall owner, this is dirty." Xi's little broken wooden sign is incompatible with other things, can it really be sold?"
"oh?"
The stall owner saw curiosity in the other person's eyes, and realized that there was a potential business opportunity. He said mysteriously: "Don't look at it as ordinary and dirty. In fact, I got it while exploring an ancient tomb. Although I don’t know what it is specifically, it is absolutely non-physical. It will not rot when soaked in water, and it will not be damaged by fire.”
After the smooth introduction, the stall owner admired his eloquence in his heart. In fact, the origin of this wooden sign was the chair he was sitting on. When he left the stall in the morning, he accidentally kicked the chair and knocked off a piece of this color. A wooden sign made of the same wood as the chair.
He was too lazy to pick out the wooden sign and throw it away. Unexpectedly, it aroused the curiosity of a person in the early stage of Xuanjie.
The other party had hundreds of Yuan Stones at the first move, and he even believed in the nonsense that the Xiao Hui Yuan Dan had a strong effect on the early stage of Xuan Level. He must be a fool with little experience in the world and a lot of money, so he made a spur-of-the-moment decision. I'm fooling you, what if I really sell it at zero cost and make a fortune?
Zhao Fan held the wooden sign and looked up and down.
Xue Lian behind him was speechless. He wished he could drag away the acting landlord immediately.
"Okay, can you give me a price?" Zhao Fan casually threw the wooden sign into the cloth bag containing ten bottles of small Hui Yuan Dan.
"Ten thousand yuan stones!"
The stall owner was testing but said a number in a strong tone.
"What? Ten thousand?" Xue Lian said in shock: "You profiteer, do you think we are fools? I see that a piece of your chair is missing, and the color and dirt are exactly the same as this wooden sign. How dare you sit on the ground and raise the price? ah."
"It's still the same sentence. If you want to buy it or not, get out of here." The stall owner said with a nonchalant smile.
"Sigh, it's really inappropriate to buy something that you don't know anything about for 10,000 yuan."
Zhao Fan took out the wooden sign from the cloth bag without any hesitation, threw it back to the stall and said: "Besides, I only have ten yuan stones left on me, so I'm afraid I won't be able to share this mysterious treasure like yours."
After the words fell, he stood up and said, "Xue Lian, let's go back."
Xue Lian quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Let alone 10,000 yuan stones, even if he bought this broken wooden sign knocked off a chair for one yuan crystal, he would still lose money. Fortunately, the agent's yuan stones were not enough, otherwise, he would really worry about causing trouble. What a big joke.
However, just as they turned around to leave, the stall owner quickly stopped them, "Hey? Little brother, I'm kidding you, how about I pack ten yuan stones for you immediately?"
Zhao Fan still didn't stop, as if he couldn't hear the stall owner's voice.
"Forget it, take one yuan stone, this is my bottom line!"
The stall owner no longer had any hope that the other party would look back, but he still said symbolically that the reason why he set up a stall here was just to pass the time and have fun when he was bored, and he was not really short of money. Although one Yuan Stone is not much, selling a piece of garbage that is too troublesome to throw away will make him feel happy.
Just the next moment.
"make a deal!"
The young man who had made up his mind to go, as soon as his voice floated over, he immediately walked back to the stall. With his left hand, he put a yuan stone into the hand of the astonished stall owner, and with his right hand, he was afraid that the latter would regret it. He grabbed the wooden sign in his palm, stamped it in one go and put it into the storage ring.
The stall owner looked at Zhao Fan's flowing movements, his heart trembled, and he secretly exclaimed that he was at a loss, the other party definitely wanted this wooden sign, if he had known it, he would have got ten yuan stones!
Zhao Fan cupped his hands and smiled: "Thank you very much for your help."
Immediately, he returned to Xue Lian, who had a very exciting expression. He was in a good mood and smiled as if he had picked up a supreme treasure: "Let's go! Drink tea."
The stall owner looked at Zhao Fan's leaving figure, "It's strange. Judging from the reaction of the boy wearing the white mask, could it be that he really found something extraordinary on that broken wooden sign? It's impossible..." He While muttering in confusion, he turned around and picked up his chair, carefully examining it up and down, left and right, but couldn't find out what was going on.
And this chair came from the house he rented in the city, and he brought it out casually to set up a stall.
The stall owner stared at the chair inexplicably for a long time, then shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, a Yuanshi is still making a lot of money, haha... Who else can have such a heaven-defying business talent like me, Wang Fugui?"
After laughing for a while, he looked to the east thoughtfully, "In seven days, the ancient ruins of Soul Burial City will be opened. After two days of setting up a stall, it's time for me to set off there."
…
In a luxurious teahouse called "Xianming".
Xue Lian looked at the agent who was stroking the dirty wooden sign on the chair, coughed slightly, and said: "Master Zhao, this is broken... oh no, you have already studied this thing with a stick of incense, it... …Is it really worth a primeval stone?”
"It's worth it. It's so worth it. Even if I buy it for 10,000 yuan, it's all earned with blood!"
Zhao Fan put away the broken wooden sign as if he had found a treasure, then reached out to pick up the already cold tea cup, drank it down and said: "Let's go back to the headquarters, grab the five brothers and prepare to go to Soul Burial City."
"ah?"
Xue Lian asked in surprise: "Master Zhao, this decision is so sudden, don't say it's because of the dirty wooden sign?"
"Yes, that's it."
Zhao Fan said jokingly: "If the stall owner knew its true origin, I'm afraid he would be so angry that he would vomit blood and die!"
"..." Xue Lian heard such exaggerated remarks, but felt that it was not funny at all, because the other party's eyes flashed with the same solemn look as when Chen Quhuan announced his plan to usurp the throne.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Fan took out the cloth bag containing ten bottles of small Huiyuan Pills and threw it into Xue Lian's hand. "After spending a long time with me, I'll give it to you to eat and play with."
Xue Lian's body trembled. Only now did he realize that he suddenly couldn't see through the young agent. He thought he bought these pills because of the stall owner's deception, but the former's behavior was obviously a drunkard's intention. Wine, everything is paving the way for that wooden sign!
"Who said that being young means being inexperienced? This scheming... is simply cunning!" Xue Lian felt his face burning as if he had been slapped hard. Zhao Fan's series of operations, which were as wise as foolish as they were, were even more complicated. He was ashamed of himself, especially when he said, "I only have ten Yuan stones left on me", so he directly cut ten thousand to such a cheap range, and finally completed the transaction with one Yuan stone by playing hard to get.
As a result, Xue Lian also began to doubt whether the wooden plaque was actually picked up by the agent landlord!
After Zhao Fan finished paying the bill, he and Xue Lian left the teahouse and returned directly to the underground headquarters of Anlou.
After arriving, he asked Xue Lian to summon all the killers here and start selecting the killers who would accompany him to Soul Burial City.
It is worth mentioning that Zhao Fan did not choose according to the ranking of the killer list. The top five ordered a MEBO, and the three ranked in the middle were codenamed "Withered Grass", "Heartbroken", and "Zhuxin". , and the fifth one is actually "Pokong" hanging at the bottom of the list.
Don't look at the code names that have been dragged up to the sky one by one. In fact, these five killers are all passers-by who look inconspicuous. In the words of the human world, they are just walk-ins.
In terms of strength, even if Po Kong is ranked 100th among them, it is almost the same as Meibao's. The only thing missing is assassination experience, but even so, it is far higher than most of the peaks of Xuanjie. After all, he has become a dark figure. Lou's killer cannot be a simple character, he was carefully cultivated by Chen Quhuan.
"The others have dispersed. You five come in with me. I have something important to announce."
As soon as Zhao Fan finished speaking, he returned to the owner's house amidst many doubtful eyes.
Xue Lian was a little regretful that he wasn't chosen, but he didn't feel resentful.
"Xue Lian, you went out with the acting landlord. What happened?"
Mabel asked in confusion.
"I don't know. In short, the things involved may not be trivial." Xue Lian shook his head and sighed.
"..."
Meibao waved her hand and said to the other four selected killers: "Four of you, please follow me in to see him."
Five people walked into the hospital.
Zhao Fan poured five glasses of good wine and said, "Sit down."
"Master Zhao, you're welcome." Mei Bao blinked and asked curiously: "I wonder what you want to do if you summon the five of us alone?"
"Um……"
Zhao Fan pondered for a moment and then smiled mysteriously: "Leave immediately and follow me to Soul Burial City."
"Going to Soul Burial City?"
The five Meibao people looked at each other, and Kucao couldn't help but asked: "Master Zhao, are you also interested in that fictitious ancient ruins?"
The only thing they can think about now is to open the ancient ruins that are about to open.
Zhao Fan nodded first, then shook his head and said, "Yes, and no, we'll find out when we get there."
"Master Zhao, I have something I don't know whether to say or not." Meibao sighed and said: "For tens of thousands of years, with each time the so-called ancient ruins are opened, there will be thousands of people in the entire Yuan Realm. Tens of thousands of people flocked here, trying their luck to see if they could get a pie in the sky. However, in the end, even the legendary heaven-level existences would inevitably end up empty-handed, and many people even died. Within it, it is just an empty shell, with nothing but danger..."
