Although it was not the first time that Hou Xinting heard the little paper man speak, he was still scared.

A chill rose from his tailbone and rushed straight to the top of his head. Hou Xinting felt that all the hairs on his body stood up.

Gudong!

Hou Xinting swallowed and asked in a trembling voice, "Senior? What do you want me to do?"

It was quiet for two or three days, and I thought there would be no more trouble. Unexpectedly, the loli senior who was so beautiful but very violent actually sent a message through the little paper man.

"Yes, it's me! Have you gone to the underground auction now?"

The little paper man poked his head out of the pocket. Although he had no mouth, he still made a sound.

The voice was not that weird electronic synthesized sound, but Gu Qingcheng's sweet and crisp voice.

"Hello, Senior! I've arrived and am getting on the elevator!"

Hou Xinting didn't care whether Gu Qingcheng could monitor him in real time or not, he was always very respectful.

After looking around, Hou Xinting was worried that someone might notice something unusual, so he took out a Bluetooth headset and put it on his ears.

In this way, when he talks to himself again, people around him will just think he is on the phone, instead of thinking that he is actually communicating with a little paper man.

"Yeah! Very good!"

The little paper man nodded maturely, expressing his satisfaction with Hou Xinting.

Looking down at this scene, Hou Xinting couldn't help but picture Gu Qingcheng as a beautiful little adult in his mind.

Hou Xinting couldn't describe the feeling. It was obviously beautiful, yet very cruel.

I don’t know where Senior Chi found such an awesome little disciple.

The little paper man continued to speak: "I'm telling you, I need some medicinal herbs."

Hou Xinting quickly replied, "Okay! Senior, just tell me what you need!"

"Then remember these: thousand-year-old ginseng, human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum, seven-leaf Ganoderma lucidum..."

The little paper man didn't hesitate and started talking incessantly.

When the little paper man reminded him to "take note", Hou Xinting turned on the recording mode on his mobile phone.

"Okay! I've got it all down!"

Hou Xinting nodded and bowed, making all the right gestures.

Then, he said hesitantly, "Senior, these herbs seem very precious!"

It's not "seemingly" at all, but absolutely.

Millennium ginseng?

Human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum?

Do you really think this is a magical world after the revival of spiritual energy?

The reality is that spiritual energy is exhausted and we are entering the Dharma Ending Age.

In today's over-development era, let alone thousand-year-old ginseng, even pure wild ginseng that is over 500 years old is very rare.

Even if there is, the price is quite outrageous.

"I know! Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you go to the auction."

The little paper man spoke as if it was a matter of course.

Normal trade fairs may not have these precious and rare medicinal materials.

However, Hou Xinting went to an underground auction with a Xuanmen background.

Gu Qingcheng believed that there would be a "surprise" there.

Furthermore, Lao Rendao also added "blessings".

The corners of Hou Xinting's mouth twitched.

He really wanted to tell Senior Gu: Boss, the underground auction is not a turtle in a wishing well, how can you get whatever you want?

Also, even if there were any, they would probably cause a scramble.

This price is really hard to say.

The little paper figurine Gu Qingcheng seemed to "see" Hou Xinting's micro-expression and said proudly, "As for the money to buy medicine, we are not short of it!"

"The things I gave you were dug out from a thousand-year-old tomb!"

Hou Xinting: ...I know! I'm a well-known marquis in the industry. I can tell the origins of those things just by smelling them.

but--

Boss!

senior!

Little aunt!

That is a funerary object, not a magic tool. If we don’t ask someone from the Taoist sect to remove the blood evil, it won’t even be sold at the price of an antique.

Gu Qingcheng seemed to have "heard" Hou Xinting's inner thoughts and said reservedly, "My things are not underworld tools, but magical tools of the purest Yin!"

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That was something that had been nurtured by the Yin Gathering Formation for thousands of years.

Contaminated with abundant yin energy.

Although it is not spiritual energy, sometimes people in the Xuanmen also need such an artifact.

Therefore, Gu Qingcheng’s bag of burial objects can be used as a magical tool!

Anyone who knows the value of something will pay a high price for it.

Gu Qingcheng specifically sent a message through the little paper figurine over a thousand miles to tell Hou Xinting: All the things I gave you are good things, so don’t sell them at a low price!

Hou Xinting: ...Okay, you are the boss and the things are yours. If you insist on selling them at a sky-high price, it’s all up to you!

The elevator has reached the top floor.

Hou Xinting carried the suitcase and continued to pretend to be making a phone call, chatting casually with the little paper man.

When the elevator door opened, Hou Xinting was almost blocked by a barrier.

"Oh wow! There's actually a barrier!"

The little paper man had an expressionless face but said witty words.

Hou Xinting was surprised. "Boundary? Then how do I get in?"

He is just a tomb robber and has no cultivation at all.

As for why a barrier was set up at the elevator entrance, Hou Xinting also knew that this was the organizer of the underground auction "screening" guests.

Only true Xuanmen people can enter!

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