Merchant of the Underworld

I took a taxi and went straight to the courier company. After wrapping it up, I mailed the jar of old salt to Captain Huang, and then sent him a message asking him to keep it safe for me until I get back.

A total of three things are needed to conquer Dianshan Tai Sui: two-headed snake, old salt, and golden lotus scale.

Li Mazi is guarding Chengdu, and it is only a matter of time before he obtains the golden lotus scale. Lao Yan has already obtained it just now, and now only the snake venom is left, but for the time being, I have no clue at all.

After walking out of the courier company, I randomly picked a small street shop and ordered a special Xi'an snack, steamed buns in mutton soup. While eating, I looked at my phone.

There are still no valuable clues in the circle, but many people are very active in helping me search for it, and some people even offered a high price of 500,000 yuan for a clue!

It seemed that the people in the Xi'an venue wanted to curry favor with me and did this deliberately.

I sent a message: "Thank you for your help. Lao Yan has been found. Now the only thing left is the two-headed snake. If the information is reliable, I will bid 2 million."

As soon as the news was sent out, a large number of congratulations followed.

I have never seen most of these names before, they should all be the guys at the venue yesterday.

I was too lazy to read any more, so I turned off my phone and started eating with peace of mind.

After filling my stomach, I wandered aimlessly on the street. Suddenly I saw a banner hanging on the street, and I was immediately shocked by the content on it.

The content on the banner is nothing special, it just says Tear Sale, there are only five days left!

Today is the 18th day of the seventh lunar month, and there are exactly five days left before the ultimatum given to me by the disciples of the God of Death.

When I was in a daze, a Uighur child with deep eye sockets and a high nose ran up to me and said in unskilled Chinese: "This is for you." He waved my hand to me. envelope.

I took a look and saw three words written on the envelope: Zhang Jiulin.

Is this a message sent to me by someone?

Just as I was about to pick it up, the kid shrank back, stretched out his other hand and said, "10 yuan!"

I took out a hundred-dollar note from my wallet and shook it. The child happily asked to get it.

I also pulled it back and said, "Tell me what the person who gave you the envelope looks like, and the money will be yours."

"Little sister, she has long hair and big eyes, she is very beautiful!" The child described it with great effort while gesturing.

With long hair and big eyes, could this be the girl who looked very similar to Yin Xinyue when she was given the death ultimatum?

I was hesitating, but the child snatched away the money, dropped the envelope and ran away, as if he was afraid that I would regret it.

I looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to me on the street, so I found a quiet place and opened the letter.

Over there is a photo.

The photo shows a snake, a two-headed snake, with a greenish color all over its body. It has two triangular snake heads, one on the left and one on the right, spitting out snake bites and looking around very warily. The scenery next to it is a piece of yellow sand. Because the view is too close, it is impossible to tell where it is.

There is a time stamp on the camera in the upper left corner of the photo, it was yesterday!

I turned it to the back and looked at it. There was a line of words written on it: Asir.

Asir, what does this mean?

Name of person or place?

I took out my mobile phone and checked with some confusion. This is a township under Tacheng, Xinjiang, close to the border with Kazakhstan.

Does this mean someone found a two-headed snake there?

But who is this person? Why didn't you tell me directly instead of using such a special and suspicious method?

Is this a trap? It was a trap specially prepared for me by the disciples of the Door God.

Believe it or not?

To go or not to go?

I held the envelope hesitantly.

At this moment, I suddenly discovered that the envelope was stamped with a postmark, but the postal code number looked very familiar: 15358

Um? Isn't this the number Gao Shenghan asked me to remember before he left?

Did he forward this letter to me?

I took out my mobile phone and looked up the postal code of Tacheng area in Xinjiang, but there was no connection at all with this set of numbers.

It seems that this is no accident. It must be Gao Shenghan's fault. But even if it is inconvenient for him to meet me directly, there should be countless ways to inform me. Why does it have to be so mysterious?

Although I couldn't figure out the mysterious medicine he was selling in this gourd, since it was the information Gao Shenghan passed on to me, I naturally had no worries.

I immediately took a taxi and rushed to the airport. Based on my experience last time, I didn’t queue at the security checkpoint this time. Instead, I walked directly into the guard room, took out my ‘special pass’ and handed it to the person with the highest police rank.

The policeman took it and looked at it with some surprise. Then he stood up and pointed to the chair opposite politely and said, "Please wait a moment." With that, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and walked out the door.

It seems that he went to ask for instructions from his superiors. After all, this kind of certificate is extremely rare. He has never seen it before, so he can't tell whether it is true or false. Boarding without inspection is a big deal, and he can't make the decision.

After a while, he came back: "Please follow me."

I followed him out, and he walked a few steps closer to me and asked in a respectful voice: "Leader, what are your instructions?"

"I want to rush to Tacheng, Xinjiang. Please arrange the fastest flight for me."

"Okay!" He said as he led me through the special passage, he took out his phone and made two calls in succession.

One is to report to the superior and request coordination, and the other is to call the airport navigation office and request cooperation.

Five minutes later, I was already sitting on the plane, and it was a specially arranged first class cabin!

Not only is this guy much more mature and steady than the policeman at Datong Airport, but his work efficiency is also incomparably higher.

After getting off the plane and going through many twists and turns, we finally arrived at Asir Township at around 3pm the next day.

It’s not much different from most towns in Xinjiang. There are very few pedestrians and only a few shops on the streets. The letter only guided me here, but didn’t tell me where I should go next or who to look for. .

At this moment, a motorcycle stopped in front of me.

The rider on the car lifted his helmet, revealing a Uyghur man with a red face and deep eyes. He looked at me carefully and asked with some confusion: "Dirty rescue?"

Seeing that I didn't seem to understand, he said again seriously: "What's wrong with me?"

This time, I finally understood that he was asking me if I was Zhang Jiulin.

"Yes! I am Zhang Jiulin."

Once confirmed, the man stopped talking nonsense and waved his hand directly towards the back seat of the car, motioning for me to sit in.

Since I have already arrived, I have nothing to be afraid of and just sit on it.

The motorcycle drove forward quickly, and the three numbers 789 were engraved on the road stone next to it, which seemed to be the number of this path.

Originally, I wanted to ask him something, but this man never said a word, just running with full power.

Xinjiang has a vast territory, and a small town may be much larger than the municipalities in other provinces.

I kept running for four or five hours without stopping, which made my back feel a little sore, and I was holding back my urine. Just when I was about to tell him to stop for a while, he suddenly stopped the car.

Before I could ask anything, he pointed directly forward.

I looked in the direction he pointed.

There were three or five camels lying not far ahead. There was an old Uighur man with a white beard and a melon cap, leaning on the camel with half-squinted eyes, smoking a pipe.

What does it mean?

Do you want me to switch to camel?

This guy really couldn't ask anything, so I simply jumped down. Seeing that there was no one around, I untied my belt and found a place to go, and then strode towards the old man.