Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

Obviously, Mr. Xie was not too surprised that Hua Ningyao could easily help his eldest grandson up.

After all, he himself had experienced the cycle of life and death and had witnessed many incredible things.

Sometimes when carrying out a mission, one can even rely on mysterious powers to successfully complete the mission. This is why people who have died once are different from ordinary people.

Hua Ningyao followed Mr. Xie obediently and left together, while the auction quickly transferred the money into her bank account. The whole process was smooth and without any delay.

. . . . . .

She felt nothing in her heart and did not have any bad thoughts just because Mr. Xie took out so much money at one time.

She knew very well that for a person of Mr. Xie's prominent status, not to mention the generous bonus, the achievements of his children alone must be extraordinary, so his financial situation would naturally not be tight.

If even they are in financial trouble, how can there be any fairness in the world? You know, these people are protecting the peace of others at the cost of their lives.

They are burdened with the country's fortune and merits, which not only enables them to turn danger into safety, maintain good health and prolong their life, but also improve their fortunes in other aspects.

As the saying goes: Luck is also one of the components of strength. They were originally lucky people, otherwise how could Mr. Xie happen to see her by chance?

"Ayao, where is your hometown?"

Mr. Xie asked with a smile.

"I am from Fujian." =

"Oh, I see. Did you come to the capital specifically to sell this sculpture?"

Mr. Xie knew that for many practitioners, funds were often tight, after all, the path of practice was quite costly.

"That's not the case, but Mr. Xie, I wonder what you are going to use this sculpture for?"

She couldn't help but feel curious. The sculpture in her hand was so ordinary that it was not worth more than six million yuan!

. . . . . .

"do not you know?"

"Huh? What do you know?"

"This sculpture of yours has a very soothing aura. I am old now and have trouble sleeping at night. I put this in my room so that I can sleep better."

"Oh, agarwood has the effect of helping you sleep."

You know, the difference between artificially grown agarwood and naturally formed agarwood is like heaven and earth! Hua Ningyao knew this very well, so she nodded in understanding and expressed her agreement.

"No, your statue gives me a very wonderful feeling. When I saw it for the first time just now, I suddenly felt that all the old pains in my body seemed to be relieved a little."

Hearing this, Hua Ningyao's heart suddenly moved, and she instantly realized the deep meaning of Xie's words - it turned out that it was because her space was filled with rich spiritual energy.

After all, this item has been in the same room with many rare treasures for a long time, so naturally it has been imbued with some spiritual energy.

However, she had long been accustomed to it and even disdained this little bit of spiritual energy, and had never paid attention to these subtle details. Only after Mr. Xie mentioned this did she suddenly realize it.

Then, Hua Ningyao turned her gaze to Mr. Xie again, with a hint of concern in her eyes.

It is normal for a man like him who has experienced life and death battles on the battlefield to carry old wounds.

Putting aside other things, just looking at the hideous scars on his chest, one can imagine that there must be serious sequelae left behind.

"Mr. Xie, have all the bullets in your body been removed?"

Hua Ningyao asked softly, with a hint of worry in her tone.

Mr. Xie was slightly stunned, but immediately thought of the other party's special identity and background, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he spoke slowly.

"It has not been completely removed. There are still two bullet shells left in the body. It's just that the wound will be slightly painful when the weather changes, but it's not a big deal on weekdays."

He seemed quite open-minded and calm in his words, as if the discomfort was not a big deal.

. . . . . .

She carefully took out a stone from her pocket and slowly handed it to the other person.

The stone had an amazingly beautiful appearance: the surface was crystal clear, as smooth and moist as oil; the color was pure and flawless, as warm and delicate as white jade.

"Please accept this stone, but do not drill any holes in it. Just find something suitable to hold it and hang it on your chest. This should help alleviate your discomfort. At present, I have no solution to the problem caused by the bullet, but I may find a solution in the future."

After she said this, she looked at the person in front of her with a firm and sincere gaze.

"OK."

Mr. Xie nodded without hesitation, showing great trust in Hua Ningyao. Then he reached out and took the stone.

The moment his fingertips touched the stone, a look of astonishment involuntarily appeared on his face.

"this......"

His chest, which had been aching slightly, miraculously stopped hurting the moment he touched the mysterious stone! This sudden change was so bizarre that he could not believe it.

Although Hua Ningyao realized that this stone was extraordinary when he took it out, he never expected that it would have such amazing effects.

"This stone must be priceless, right? When we get home, let my son transfer the money to you."

Mr. Xie said with great joy and a little surprise, while Hua Ningyao behaved extremely calmly and waved her hand gently to indicate.

"No need, it's not worth anything, no need to transfer money anymore."

However, Mr. Xie insisted on his own opinion and continued to persuade.

"Oh, don't worry, my son is quite wealthy! This little money is nothing to him."

He waved his hand casually and spoke without any hesitation.

Hearing this, Hua Ningyao fell silent instantly. Yes, she was indeed in urgent need of funds at the moment. Well, since she had the money, she could just give a few more.

Then he took out a low-level spirit stone that he had used before from his arms and handed it to Tie Zhu beside him, while speaking softly.

"I'll give this one to you as well. After all, you are so young but have so many hidden injuries."

Tiezhu looked at the spirit stone being handed to him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Ordinary people like Xie Lao and Tie Zhu simply cannot withstand the powerful energy contained in high-level spirit stones.

However, this low-level spirit stone, which has exhausted most of its energy, is the most suitable treasure for mortals like them.

Although the remaining energy is not much, it is enough to relieve the pain in the body.