After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

Wen Tang followed the sound and looked up. Beside the black nanmu door frame, a white and slender hand raised the curtain embroidered with dark patterns of silver thread.

It was a monk's hand, with well-defined joints, white but not squeamish, and the blue blood vessels under the thin skin could be seen.

Thin calluses can be vaguely seen between the fingers, and one can tell at a glance that it is caused by years of martial arts practice.

However, the owner of the hand did not show his face.

Wen Tang looked at that hand, and for some reason, his heart trembled inexplicably.

The owner of the hand sits on the left side of the carriage, and the curtain on the right side of the carriage is raised.

Wen Tang stood in front of the carriage on the right, so that the face of the boy sitting on the right was revealed, that is, the one who spoke just now.

Wen Tang saw that he was dressed in extraordinary clothes, so he knew that he was a powerful person in the world.He frowned, thinking that the people in the car would be like most bullying dudes, bullying the weak without asking why.

Unexpectedly, the people in the carriage glanced at his mud-spattered robe corners, turned around and scolded the driver for his reckless words, and asked the driver to apologize to him.

Wen Tang had no intention of worrying about such trivial matters, silently nodded slightly to the people in the carriage, then lifted his feet and continued to walk forward.

Seeing him leave without saying a word, Ji Ran looked at Lin Qingzhou's expression in a blink of an eye, and said, "He's gone."

Lin Qingzhou nodded and let go, and the curtain fell.The coachman swung his whip heavily at the horse's back, and the horse neighed and galloped away.

Just now, Ji Ran saw that Lin Qingzhou's expression was not right, and his brows were slightly frowned, so he rushed out.

He has always known Lin Qingzhou's character, a person who serves tea, pours water, dresses and bathes, and never bothers his servants. He must look down on those acts of oppressing civilians.

He didn't want Lin Qingzhou, and he also regarded him as that kind of person.

The carriage was driving extremely fast, and the two were talking one after another.

Wen Tang passed the corner of the street, and after walking several hundred meters, he arrived at the place pointed by the sword spirit.

Looking at the magnificent house dormant like a beast, he couldn't help but wonder why Lin Qingzhou lived in such a place.

At the same time, I am also glad that

Brother Qingzhou has lived here this year, so he shouldn't have suffered much.

"Are you sure it's here?" Wen Tang asked.

Afterwards, his handsome face distorted slightly as if being scorched by fire, and the voice of the Three Poison Sword Spirit sounded, "It is absolutely true, this place has the strongest aura, and he must have lived here for a long time."

In order to be more convincing, he added, "I walked all the way here just now, and there is his aura along the way, and it is the strongest at the corner of the street just now."

Awakening often only takes a moment.

Like a long burnt incense ash suddenly breaking down, like a trickle from the corner of the eaves converging into drops, it drips impressively to the ground, making a crisp sound.

he suddenly woke up

The hand that raised the carriage curtain

His whole heart was beating fast, and the brightest smile after more than a year appeared on his face.

Along the way, with a ghostly figure, he searched for the trace of the carriage.

The Fairy City is in the south of Surabaya City, and the horse-drawn carriage will arrive within a cup of tea.

Mingshi in the fairy city is similar to the mortal market, with many shops, all kinds of talisman paper pills, sharp weapons and magic weapons, it is dizzying.

There were so many monks on the street that Lin Qingzhou and Ji Ran had to get off the carriage and walk at the entrance of Xianshi City.

Pass through the densely populated Fusheng and continue along the gradually deserted streets, with few pedestrians.

In the past year, Lin Qingzhou has also been to the dark market in order to buy a few books that are righteous and taboo, and she is not completely ignorant of the rules of the dark market.

At the end of the somewhat desolate street is a wall covered with moss, with a few clusters of ferns growing in the gaps.

An old man with a white beard sat under the wall, lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed, falling asleep, snoring softly.

Next to the rocking chair lay a huge white stone turtle with its mouth open.

Lin Qingzhou threw some money into Baishigui's mouth, and immediately, the wall was like a lake where stones were thrown, with ripples.

The entrance to the dark market opened.

Lin Qingzhou and Ji Ran looked at each other, and immediately passed through the wall.

Stepping into the wall is another world.

The dark market is located under the city of Surabaya, and all the business is done in the dark, and the inside is indeed gloomy and gloomy.

However, unlike the cramped, dim and lightless caves, the dark market is a void world, with no sun or moon in the sky, only dark clouds rolling in.

The city of Ming is constantly flowing and bustling.The scene here is completely different. The streets are narrow, there are few shops, and there are many street stalls. The flea market has a sense of sight.

Few people walk like morning stars.

Moreover, all the people here, whether they are buyers or sellers, some cover their faces with veils, some with face scarves or masks, and few of them show their true faces openly.

After Lin Qingzhou and Ji Ran entered the dark market, they bought two masks from the small vendor at the entrance and put them on one by one.

According to the information obtained from inquiries, the Yin Yang mirror is in a shop called "Pengmen".

After searching for a while, the two finally found the shop in an inconspicuous corner.

Small facade, very inconspicuous.

Lin Qingzhou stepped forward and knocked on the door. The narrow and low door opened, and there was a tall and thin guy who asked them what they wanted to do.

In view of the particularity of the yin and yang mirror, Lin Qingzhou asked to speak in the store.

The two bent down and stepped into the threshold of the small door. Suddenly, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Although the store is small, the inside is unique, extremely spacious, and there are many strange magic weapons and sharp weapons.

Lin Qingzhou didn't care to take a closer look, and immediately explained his intention.

"Unfortunately, that thing has just been sold." The boy said.

"Really?" Lin Qingzhou expressed doubts, which is too unfortunate.

"The man hasn't left yet, he's paying the bill."

The tall and thin guy pointed to the second floor.

Paying bills?

Then there is still a chance.

"How many spirit stones did that person produce? I will." Lin Qingzhou's voice paused suddenly, then she turned her head and pointed to Ji Ran behind her, and said confidently: "He paid three times."

Almost bald and talk big.

"30 million spirit stones."

The boy glanced at Ji Ran from top to bottom, like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

30 spirit stones?

Three times, that is 90 spirit stones.

It seems a little high.

Lin Qingzhou didn't know what to do, and looked back at Ji Ran.

Ji Ran was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see the expression, he just nodded at him.

money is not a problem.

The guy with the thin bamboo pole went upstairs and reported the news to the shop owner.

After a while, a short and fat man rolled down from the second floor.He said he was rolling because he was as fat as a ball, and he couldn't see where the legs were and where the hands were.

The short and fat boss stroked his mustache, his eyes were bright, and he said to Lin Qingzhou, "Business books are about first-come, first-served, but I see that you are sincere, so I decided to give you a chance."

At this point, he lowered his voice and continued, "But the guy upstairs is really hard to get along with. If you can convince him, I'll sell you the mirror."

This fat boss is really old and cunning.

By trying to pit him against another customer, he reaps the benefits.

No matter what the outcome is, he has nothing to lose.

But right now there is no other way.

Lin Qingzhou had no choice but to agree, and stayed on the first floor, followed behind the fat boss, and walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

Lin Qingzhou was taken into a room, and the chunky boss asked him to sit at a huanghuali wooden table, and then took the door behind him and left.

The dark market is dark all year round, and a lamp is lit on the table in the room.

In front of the wooden table where Lin Qingzhou sat was a thick black gauze, opaque.

It fell straight down from the beam to the ground, like a ray of sky, splitting a room in half.

What is the situation on the opposite side, I can't see a star or a half.

In dark market transactions, most buyers and sellers are reluctant to show their true colors.

Opposite the black yarn is probably that person sitting.

Just as Lin Qingzhou was about to speak, an extremely familiar, cold and quiet voice came from the opposite side.

"I pay four times."

Four words, like four thunderbolts blown from the sky, Lin Qingzhou was about to be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Han Qi!

The person opposite turned out to be Han Qi!

"I--"

As soon as Lin Qingzhou uttered a word, she quickly closed her mouth with lightning speed.

Although the system fine-tuned his appearance, his voice didn't change a bit.

Heart beating like beating.

At the end of the black yarn, even though Lin Qingzhou only said one word, Han Qi still keenly caught it.

That was the voice he had been thinking about day and night.

His expression was shocked, and he couldn't help wanting to break the rules of the dark market, and used his palm to lift the black veil to find out.

But, suddenly, the person opposite Hei Sha spoke again.

"What do you buy the yin and yang mirror for?"

The voice was hoarse and hoarse, like the rustling of leaves in the wind, it was completely different from the person in his heart.

The momentary sense of familiarity just now seemed to be his illusion.

On the other end of the black veil, Lin Qingzhou was very fortunate. Fortunately, there was a phantom note in her sleeve, which could change her own voice, otherwise she didn't know how it would end.

His heart hung in his throat and fell slowly.

"To meet my deceased husband." Han Qi said a few words lightly.

Lin Qingzhou suddenly seemed to be strangled by a force.

He couldn't even utter a word.