The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

Chunsheng's shop looks a bit old, the walls are full of mottled marks, and the word "chun" on the plaque is missing a horizontal line, it looks really dilapidated.

The doors and windows of this store were also closed. Fang Qian glanced outside, then stepped forward to knock on the door, when the door creaked and opened by itself.

Fang Qian couldn't help touching his nose.Ordinary shops are all made of door panels, and the door is framed by a door bolt inside, so that the door does not take up space.But such a dilapidated shopkeeper used such a door, presumably it was once a rich and powerful owner.

It's a pity that Fang Qian, once Ronghua, couldn't see it at all.From his point of view, the open store door was pitch-black, and there was no smell of strangers.

How did the door open?

Fang Qian put down his hand touching his nose, and walked in with the flagon in hand.I don't know what caused him to have an illusion that his own shadow is afraid.He stepped into the store and stopped immediately, looking down at his feet.

A shadow is a shadow, nothing unusual.

Just as he lowered his head, the door behind him slammed shut with a bang.Fang Qian didn't even have time to take advantage of the skylight outside to see what was in the room, so his eyes went dark again.It stands to reason that practitioners can also rely on spiritual energy to perceive the surroundings, but this place is quite weird, and Fang Qian feels that he has fallen into chaos at all, and he can't even perceive the outline of a house at this time.

Fang Qian sighed secretly, and at the same time pushed Jun Hong out half an inch to prevent accidents.

crunch, crunch—

There was a strange sound in the darkness, as if someone was stepping on the wooden stairs, and the stairs had not been proofread for more than a year, every piece of wood was good, and every foot made teeth ache.

Crunch, crunch—

Following the sound of footsteps, Fang Qian saw a faint candlelight not far above.The candlelight became brighter little by little, as if descending from the spiral wooden building little by little.And with this little light, Fang Qian finally saw the room in front of him clearly.

It looks like an old antique shop, with a Bogu shelf on both sides, displaying many antiques.I don't know whether to say that the boss is lazy or doesn't care at all, those antiques are covered with a layer of dust visible to the naked eye.

Fang Qian was not surprised by this.After all, this shop is also weird and has no business visible to the naked eye.

The people upstairs finally came down.It was an old man who was more than seventy years old, holding a candle lamp in which a celestial maiden held a lotus in his hand.He was stooped and seemed older than his face showed.Descending the stairs was obviously not easy for him.His steps were stiff, and he had to touch his knee every two steps.

Fang Qian looked at the old man, frowning slightly.Although there was a dead breath in this person, it didn't look like a real dead person, maybe it was just the end of his life.

Thinking of this, he took a step forward to hold the old man's hand, the temperature on that hand was not like a living person at all.

Fang Qian remained calm, looked up at the other party and said with a smile: "Go slowly, old man."

The old man did not break away from Fang Qian's hand, and looked down at Fang Qian: "Is the guest officer here to buy things? To buy news? Or to sell news?"

His eyes looked a little stiff, like the eyes of a dead fish, and his voice sounded rigid.

Fang Qian didn't answer immediately. When the old man walked down, he let go of his hand naturally, but when he let go, his fingertips slipped through the old man's pulse.

And the heartbeat...

"I'm here to buy news."

The old man withdrew his gaze, put the candle on the table, and pulled out the bench: "Please sit down."

Fang Qian looked at the layer of gray above and smiled and declined: "Thank you, no need, I'll just stand."

Hearing this, the old man sat down by himself, and his back was stiff when he sat: "The news from me is divided into three grades, the lowest grade is ten middle-grade spirit stones, the middle grade is ten high-grade spirit stones, and the highest grade is one top-grade spirit stone."

Fang Qian couldn't help but wonder, was the price thousands of years ago so scary?Everyone thought that the days were getting more and more inflationary, but it is obviously not normal here.

The old man seemed to see Fang Qian's doubts and was not angry, but Fang Qian seemed even less interested.His eyelids drooped slightly, his voice was dry and hard, and it sounded like he was struggling: "Since you have found this place, you should know what kind of business I am in. If you just want to ask about trivial things, go out and go out." Yes. If the question you want to ask crosses the two realms of Yin and Yang, you should know that the price is very fair."

The old man spoke intermittently for a long time, and several times made people feel that he was going to take his breath away.But Fang Qian understood the abnormality of the old man because of this.If it weren't for someone like him who is both angry and dead, I'm afraid he really wouldn't be able to do this job.

Fortunately, Fang Qian is very wealthy now, and those who used to be the second generation of rich people will not be stingy with Lingshi: "I am here to find someone. My master Tang Jingci has disappeared. How much is this?" wait?"

Hearing this, the old man took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone: "If there is a birth date in the portrait, write it down."

Fang Qian held the pen and hesitated for a while. It's not that he has never learned the six arts of a gentleman, but his swordsmanship is too outstanding, and Tang Jingci's favorite, so that no one ever wakes him up after he falls asleep in this class.Not to mention that after he crossed the catastrophe, he used hard-tipped pen calligraphy, and he never used paper and pen after he came back, and now he has lost the importance of writing.

As for Tang Jingci's birthday horoscope... If this kind of thing falls into the hands of people with ulterior motives, the consequences will be disastrous.Moreover, Taiheng was not into this method, Fang Qian only understood four characters, and did not know the exact year and time of Tang Jingci's birthday.

Because of his uneven control of pen and ink, the lines are thick and thin.But Fang Qian drew very quickly, and put down the pen after a while: "Please have a look."

The old man didn't expect him to draw such a block, so he looked over in surprise.

... If he hadn't known in advance that Fang Qian was looking for someone, he wouldn't have been able to tell that it was a human face.The eyes are uneven, and the nose... the nose is just a pen.The mouth was buried in a pile of ink lines.

Before the old man could see what the incomplete horoscope was, Fang Qian suddenly took the paper away again, patched a pile of thatch on the top of his head, and then handed the paper back with satisfaction: "It's ok, I didn't draw much just now. hair."

The old man looked at the painting in silence for a long time, and then hesitantly said: "The highest, a top-grade spirit stone."

Fang Qian smiled. From the very beginning, he felt that the other party didn't really need a portrait, but... "I'm just looking for someone, and I want a top-quality spirit stone. Why does this sound like a scam?"

The old man still looked at Fang Qian quietly, and said slowly, "You are looking for someone from the future."

Um?Interestingly, Fang Qian slipped the jug in one hand, and took out a top-quality spirit stone from the storage bag with the other and threw it to the old man. "Where is he now?"

The old man didn't answer in a hurry, but just held the spirit stone and looked at it for a moment: "Your spirit stone has death energy on it."

After finishing speaking, he sniffed the spirit stone again with his nose: "But I like it, the person you are looking for did appear on this street, but it was five years later in 310, and he will come to my small shop , if you can wait until then, you will be able to meet him. For the sake of this spirit stone, I can send you one more question."

Fang Qian was silent for a moment, several questions flashed in his mind, such as where is this place?What's going on with this shop?Why is there a problem with a small town in the early morning.

He raised his head to face the old man's strange smile, turned his mind and asked, "What year is it now?"

The old man froze for a moment, looked at Fang Qian meaningfully, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened: "Now, it's Kang Cheng's fourth year."

Got it... 72 years later, Fang Qian couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"Any other questions?" The old man's voice became softer, even a little erratic. "Next question, I don't need to accept Lingshi..."

Fang Qian raised his eyebrows, the one who didn't collect the spirit stones might be the real crisis.

Seeing that Fang Qian didn't ask any more questions, the old man looked away regretfully, picked up the candle again and walked towards the stairs: "If you have no other questions, please leave. Remember to close the door when you go out."

Isn't your automatic sensor door?

Fang Qian walked to the door while there was still candlelight, but this time the door really didn't open by himself.He paused for a moment and didn't open the door immediately, but looked back at the old man who was climbing up the stairs step by step.

When he turned his head, he just saw that the old man was also turning his head to look at him. He turned his head more every time he took a step, and he was about to turn his head 180 degrees.

Fang Qian no longer hesitated, pushed the door open and walked out.

The wooden door seemed to have become the most common wooden door, and it didn't close automatically after Fang Qian stepped out of Chunsheng's shop.

Out of "respect" for the old man, Fang Qian finally closed the wooden door back.The old man holding the candle lamp had already walked to the second floor, but before closing the door, his neck was stretched out, and his face was still facing Fang Qian's direction.

Were all people more than 5000 years ago so terrible?

After returning to the street, the sun still hadn't completely risen, and the street was still empty.

Fang Qian hadn't figured out where to go next, but he felt the strange feeling he had before Chunsheng again. He turned his head abruptly, and happened to be looking at his own shadow.

Shadow didn't expect that he would be discovered so easily, so he shook violently, hesitating between repackaging as a normal shadow and completely violently.

In the end, he pulled himself into a thread, trying to wrap around Fang Qian.

Is this treating yourself as a fool?Fang Qian raised his eyebrows, didn't even move Jun Hong, just grabbed the shadow with his bare hands and picked it up.

He could feel that the yin energy on the shadow was not too strong, and it couldn't hurt himself.

Sure enough, after the shadow was caught by him, he twisted violently, but he couldn't break free from Fang Qian's shackles.

Fang Qian just wanted to study the structure of the shadow, when the originally clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and when there was no light, the shadow naturally disappeared.

Fang Qian's hands were empty, and he frowned and looked around.

But at this moment, he faintly heard the sound of a dragon chant.