Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The bottle is about the same size as the oral liquid, but the liquid inside is not full, but only a pitiful layer, no more than 5ml at most.

According to the greeter's introduction, a silver coin is worth anywhere from 50 million to 100 million. The purchased silver coins can only be used as a reward for entrustment and cannot be used by oneself.

If you want to use silver coins to buy goods in the warehouse, you must accept the commission issued by the warehouse.

The higher the risk of the entrusted task, the more silver coins you will get. To this end, they have developed a strict trading system.

If the task requires killing an ordinary Feng Shui master, the final reward will be a silver coin.

Correspondingly, the higher the opponent's risk coefficient, the greater the reward.

Of course, the commission is not limited to this one. There are many people who need some special items and will also put up a commission.

And that bottle of secret sand, which was only three to four milliliters, was sold for as high as thirteen thousand silver coins.

Chu Yao silently estimated that she may not have seen thirteen thousand Feng Shui masters in her past and present lives.

Even if the earth were turned upside down, from the beginning of human civilization to the present day, it would be difficult to afford that tiny bottle of secret sand.

But she had seen the secret sand before, more than once.

Since others can get a large dose of secret sand, it means that it must have a fixed output method, but she doesn't know it yet.

"The exhibits on the first floor have been introduced to you. Do you still want to visit the exhibits on the ground floor?" the greeter asked politely.

"No need, this should be the token you mentioned." Chu Yao took out the key and handed it to the receptionist.

"Okay, I'll register you right away, please wait."

The receptionist took the key and walked to the front desk. A few minutes later, she came back with an elevator card.

She still remembers that because the warehouse requires at least two-factor authentication, that is, a layer of password, you can choose numbers, graphics, fingerprints, etc., and a token.

The owner of this key made a very special request. His key was both a password and a token.

He said this, "Isn't the key the simplest password? Through it, you can also open locked things."

The receptionist had no interest in inquiring into other people's privacy. He just thought this person was strange.

Those customers who usually wish to use ten levels of passwords to protect their belongings perfectly.

He didn't seem to value this item at all, yet he paid the most expensive preservation fee.

The elevator descended slowly, and after reaching the fifth underground floor, the screen no longer displayed numbers.

Chu Yao silently counted the floors in her heart. The floor she reached seemed to be the lowest floor, the twelfth floor underground.

The moment the door opened, she heard a small exhale beside her.

Boxes with a metallic luster came into view, and the temperature dropped a lot, making people unable to help but slow down their breathing rate.

The receptionist said nothing and led Chu Yao straight to the location displayed on the phone.

She put the key on the scanner, and after making sure it was correct, she began to enter her ID and the serial number from today's appointment.

In the extremely quiet environment, there is only the beeping sound of inputting numbers.

After one operation, the box was finally opened.

The receptionist took out a handbag. The style seemed to be from a long time ago. She wiped the dust on it with a towel, and then used the key to open the lock on the handbag.

Placed inside is a stack of drafts similar to notes.