Regarding Wang Lin's temptation, Bai Lang did not refuse or agree, leaving room for him to think carefully before making a decision.
Wang Lin is not in a hurry. Whether he is doing the black market or doing the smuggling he is doing now, it is all about making money. It's just a difference in quantity. What he values is Bailang's reputation and the identity of the swordsman. It would be best if he could succeed. If he couldn't, he would have nothing to lose.
After Wang Lin left, Bai Lang pondered for a long time in the Qianfang Gong's room.
If the black market only involves gray transactions, he doesn't have much interest. It's just about making money. Now that he is in front of Qianfang Town Hall, he has no shortage of money. From now on, as long as he climbs up to the position of Hongdao as Liu Xu said, it will be even more in his hands. rich. So Bailang's desire for money is no longer as urgent as it was more than half a year ago.
But the black market actually involved spiritual stones, which forced Bailang to seriously consider it.
The path of a warrior seems very narrow to a Qi practitioner, and the limits are clear at a glance, let alone the true leading force in this world.
Not to mention far away, let's talk about Yongchuan City. Here, there are also Qi Refiners controlling all the situations. It can be seen from this that if Yongchuan City is like this, what should the Hong Dynasty do? What about Shangbang? What is the scene like in the fairyland?
Bailang shook his head to collect his thoughts, feeling that he had thought too far just now. You have to eat the rice one bite at a time. Even if he intends to use the black market to obtain spiritual stones, it is not the time yet, and the price of spiritual stones on the black market is beyond Bai Lang's imagination, and the money in his hand is still far from enough. At that time, he will have to find another way to make money.
"Zhentang, we have found out. Not all the new faces wandering around in the past few days are thieves. Many of them we have thought wrong before. These people should deliberately pretend to be thieves. What do you think of these people? Are they also from Yuzhong?"
Zhang Wu hurriedly placed a sketch of a human face that he hastily compared on Bai Lang's table.
I briefly browsed through it, and found that it was full of unfamiliar faces that the street wanderers could not distinguish before, and could only be directly classified into the undetermined range of "maybe they are thieves, maybe they are not". Now that all the thieves and bandits have been singled out, the rest of their origins are self-evident.
"Yuzhong." Bai Lang put down the portrait in his hand. I counted a little in my mind, and in the past two or three days, there were a total of twenty people in the Qianfang and in the jade that was often seen wandering around! This is still on the surface, but I don’t know how many more people will follow secretly or follow when things happen.
"Zhang Wu, how did you do with the things I asked you to prepare before?" Bailang pondered for a moment, then raised his head and started another topic.
"Everything is ready when we go back to the town hall. The things were handed out when we closed the stall last night. According to your instructions, the things were brought out from the affairs hall on the hemp rope lane, two arm guards, four Iron leggings, and a heart-protecting bronze mirror. They are all items that the brothers who fight on the front line always have, and now they all know how to wear them after the demonstrations of the new brothers."
"Well, very good. With some preparation, you won't be caught off guard like last time. Also, tomorrow you go find those bad gamblers who often hang out in the venue. Don't look for them deliberately. After they come to the venue, you can Let’s talk to them alone and let them use their talents to cause some trouble for those Yuzhong guys wandering around our place.”
"Zhentang, are you planning to strike first?" Zhang Wu understood immediately after hearing this. It is common for bad gamblers to find trouble, stop them in the venue, or take them to the backyard to mediate. This can indeed confuse the other party on the surface.
"It's good to kill one or two. Then you can let the wanderers who followed you on the street show you the way and see if you can knock out a sap in the middle of the night." Bai Lang thought about it. Now that he has confirmed the identity of the other party, he no longer has to worry about making the situation worse. Complicated. Strike first to gain the upper hand.
"Okay Zhentang, I'll do it right away!"
"Don't worry, we can't do this alone. After all, our manpower mainly needs to be guarded by Qianfang. You go find Qu Feng and Qu Hongdao at Shuiqian. She has a lot of ruthless people. , this matter is also a major matter for the sword shop, she is still idle compared to other red swords, so she will definitely not shirk it."
"I understand Zhentang!"
Late at night, Qianfang closed its stalls. Bailang also left Qianfang and went home to rest as usual. At the same time, I have to catch up on today’s homework at home.
Now that he relies on meditation to replace sleep, Bailang finds that he has a lot more time at once. Even late at night, he can finish what he needs to do in an orderly manner and easily avoids debts.
After leaving Qianfang, Bailang habitually turned from the main road into the back street, which was much closer. You can also know your way clearly through the sparse lanterns hanging on both sides of the back street.
But things seem to be different today than usual. Bai Lang had just walked halfway, and before he turned out of the back street and reached the door of his house, the lanterns on both sides of the middle section of the back street were broken. I don’t know if I forgot to light it from the beginning, or if the wind blew or the candle went out.
A gust of wind blew by, bringing a slight chill on the back, as if the night was urging people to go home early.
The white waves don’t stop at your feet. The dark streets did not make him feel uncomfortable.
The moment Bai Lang stepped into the darkness, his right hand had already touched his waist. The darkness wouldn't make him feel ill, but the things hidden in the darkness would.
As before, Ling Jue, as a Qi Refiner, helped Bai Lang a lot. Although he could not detect the murderous intent and aura hidden in the darkness, he could rely on his spiritual sense to detect several soul fluctuations hidden in it that were obviously malicious.
Losing his normal vision, the spiritual sense alone enveloped Bai Lang's mind, forming a new "vision" that he had never tried before. A "vision" that transcends darkness based on his warrior senses and spiritual awareness.
In this new "vision", I counted seven people lurking around, four of whom were not far away and were hiding behind the wall on the street using special breathing methods. And these four people were surrounded, waiting for Bailang to step in.
After thinking about it, Bai Lang took out a bunch of copper coins from his arms, rolled down a few coins, and threw them out in pairs. When the copper coins containing the warrior's true energy fell to the ground, there was no sound of gold or stone, but the same sound as Bai Lang's footsteps.
"Step by step", he approached, and after the sound entered the encirclement, a sudden change occurred. Or under the hood.
It was a piece of powder, thrown out from the hands of four ambushes, and the target was "the direction of the sound of footsteps and white waves." If Bailang hadn't known about it in advance and successfully coaxed it with his voice, even if he had extraordinary physical skills, he would never have been able to avoid the attack of this smoke-like powder in the dark, and he would have definitely been infected.
Is it poison? Or something else? Bailang is unknown, but it is definitely not a good thing.
(End of chapter)
