A subtle, almost imperceptible warmth enveloped Zuo Ling.

If Zuo Ling hadn't activated her spatial abilities and possessed extraordinary senses, it would have been difficult for her to detect it.

Intuitively, she felt that this item would greatly help her advance her superpowers and reduce the damage caused by absorbing energy.

"God help me! God help me!!" Zuo Ling excitedly kissed the strange stone.

I remembered that I once bought a phone pouch that could be hung around my neck, and while rummaging through my clutter, I found it.

Take it out and put the strange stone into the phone pouch.

I checked the phone case repeatedly to make sure it was secure; everything was in order.

Hang it around your neck and keep it close to your body.

The villagers certainly wouldn't know what was hidden inside the prayer mat; they could take it quietly without anyone noticing.

Zuo Ling was not disappointed when she checked the other two prayer cushions and found nothing else.

Finding three high-level energy crystals and a strange stone of unknown origin in one night is an opportunity that ordinary people can only dream of.

Back in the car, Zuo Ling was so excited that she tossed and turned for a long time before finally falling asleep.

As dawn broke, I was awakened by noises outside the wall.

I checked the time; it was not yet 5 o'clock.

I wanted to sleep a little longer, but as I tossed and turned, I could always hear whispers outside.

After awakening her spatial abilities, Zuo Ling's five senses became much more acute than those of ordinary people, and even the faintest sounds could not escape her ears.

She got up and got out of the car, then tidied her hair a little.

Upon hearing the car door open, another commotion erupted outside the courtyard.

They simply opened the courtyard gate, and Zuo Ling was stunned.

There were dozens of people standing there, young and old, men and women, and a few teenagers.

The old village chief stood at the very front.

"Miss...you...you're awake."

In stark contrast to yesterday's coldness, the old village chief's dark face was scrunched up like a chrysanthemum, and his voice carried a hint of flattery.

"Ah... good morning, everyone... so early!"

An older woman came forward, took Zuo Ling's hand, and said with a smile:

"Young lady, you didn't sleep well last night, did you? It's all my old man's fault. How could he put you here? Is this even a place for a person to live? Come on, come on, let's go to my house, let's go to my house."

Judging from the tone of her voice, it was the village chief's wife.

Withdrawing her hand, Zuo Ling politely declined, "No need, Auntie, I'm leaving soon."

"ah……"

The old lady was about to speak.

Someone said anxiously, "You're not buying stones anymore? We've already gone to look for quite a few stones."

"Yes, we've searched quite a few. Miss, please take a look at them before you leave."

"..."

Everyone started talking at once.

Zuo Ling then noticed that the villagers were either piling up or carrying a lot of stones.

He laughed and said, "Of course I'll take them. I came here specifically to collect stones."

Upon hearing that they could still accept the money, they all rushed to Zuo Ling's side:

"Girl, look at mine."

“Girl, this stone of mine is beautiful.”

“This piece of mine has been stored at home for many years. Can you take a look at it?”

"..."

Zuo Ling was so crowded that she could barely stand.

The old village chief snorted loudly, and the villagers immediately quieted down.

“They all come one by one, crowding in front of the girl, what kind of behavior is that?”

In critical moments, it's still the old village chief who can keep things in check.

The villagers behaved themselves, lined up, and showed the stones to Zuo Ling.

Zuo Ling had gained a huge advantage in the ancestral hall and wanted to compensate the villagers.

Whether it's the shape, color, or texture of the stone, if Zuo Ling finds something pleasing, she'll buy it, even if the price isn't high.

Most of the villagers received two or three hundred yuan, but even so, they were all in high spirits.

Until a little boy of eight or nine years old walked up to her, holding a small stone in each of his two little hands.

With just one glance, before he could see clearly, the stinging pain returned, his blood rushed to his head, and his face turned deathly pale.

After closing her eyes to catch her breath, Zuo Ling didn't dare let the villagers notice anything unusual.

He made an excuse to go to the car to get something, and secretly took out the bulletproof backpack from his spatial storage while the villagers were away. He then grabbed a handful of baking soda and smeared it on his hands.

Returning to the crowd, he smiled at the little boy and asked, "Little one, do your parents know you're here to sell stones?"

Before the little boy could answer, a villager replied:

"Don't underestimate him just because he's young. He's the boss in his family. His father injured his back while working and is bedridden all day. The family depends on him the whole time."

Unzipping the backpack, Zuo Ling said to the little boy, "Put it in here, Shi Tou, Auntie wants it."

She didn't dare touch the little boy's stone in front of everyone.

One look at her was enough to kill her; if it weren't for the strange stone she kept close to her body protecting her, she would have spat out a mouthful of blood.

The little boy was an ordinary person and couldn't absorb the energy from the crystal, so he was fine holding it.

With a look of delight, the little boy didn't put the stone in his backpack. Instead, he looked up, his big eyes fixed on Zuo Ling.

I understand, she's waiting for her to say the price, she's a clever one!

Zuo Ling smiled:

"These two stones are the best stones Auntie received today. How about I give you 2000?"

2000! That's 1000 more stones than so-and-so's wife got yesterday.

The villagers rushed over to look at the little boy's stone.

The little boy's blood boiled. 2000! He never thought it could fetch so much money!

His family was in dire need and relied on relief from the town to make ends meet.

The older uncles and elders could only get a hundred or two hundred yuan, so he didn't have much hope.

I figured that even selling it for two hundred yuan would be good.

2000 can do so many things now: buy oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, Dad's medicine, and maybe he can go to school with the other kids in the village...

The little boy's eyes reddened, and he almost burst into tears.

Holding back tears, she nodded and whispered, "I'll sell it to you."

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