"I'm truly impressed by you..."
Ye Bai looked at his fellow inmates and sighed.
Sun Li's luck is undeniable.
Sun Li was also helpless.
He then realized that after entering the River of Time, he had located this place according to the guidance of the Lifesaving Tree.
Logically speaking, Sun and Li should have been outside the sword prison.
Clearly, some supreme beings have tampered with things.
Not only that,
Sun Li was also slashed by someone who was unaware that he was a guest in a dream, which led him directly into the dream and trapped in the sword cage.
Even if you understand all of this, what's the use?
Could you beat up Wuhen?
Sun and Li had no choice but to accept their fate.
Ye Bai, on the other hand, was not idle.
He is now trapped in the Sword Prison, and the solution lies within his heart.
Brain: I've already learned it.
Hand: No, you didn't!
When Ye Bai tried to do it himself, he found that the difficulty had increased more than tenfold!
At his current rate of speed, he won't be able to get out in less than three to five days.
Not long after, Ye Bai encountered trouble.
He stared at the two wooden sticks in front of him, lost in thought, unsure which one to choose.
"Sun Li, pick one."
Sun Li chose one, and Ye Bai immediately chose another.
It failed!
Ye Bai had no choice but to start all over again, only to encounter the same problem once more. He chose Sun Li's branch, but failed again!
Ye Bai: ......
This guy is really unlucky!
Ye Bai sighed and said helplessly.
"I wonder how Third Brother is doing now."
...
"Make way, make way!"
A person dressed in a mental hospital gown walked down an empty street, shouting at the top of their lungs.
He carried a huge knapsack on his back, filled with items he used for street vending, mostly fortune-telling tools, wrapped in a tattered red cloth.
Besides this bundle, he also carried all sorts of other things.
Judging from his appearance, besides fortune telling, he probably also works part-time selling pancakes, frying sausages, catching mice, unclogging drains, and writing online novel outlines for five yuan a thousand words...
He's probably a madman.
Behind the madman followed a Taoist priest.
The madman gestured for those around him to make way, then turned to the Taoist priest and said,
"Third Uncle, we made quite a bit of money today, at least... 20 yuan!"
The Taoist priest nodded and corrected him, "22.5 yuan."
The two of them worked all day and finally earned 22.5 yuan...
Master Ying was very satisfied.
Since following Fourth Master, Shadow Two hasn't received a salary in a long time, and sometimes he even has to pay inexplicable fines.
Even now, Master Ying still can't understand it.
Why should someone be fined for spitting in the abyss?
Behind the two, a person pushing a cart followed, sweating profusely.
"Hey Second Master, can we slow down a bit..."
Xu Qingfeng felt helpless.
He strolled around the streets and easily found Xiaoyao Ying Er, then smoothly joined the Xiaoyao You's group.
The Taoist's fortune-telling stall never had much business.
These days, everyone believes in science, and very few people are superstitious.
On the contrary, the jianbing guozi stall next door sells very well; Second Master can show off ten in one meal.
Second Uncle suggested that we sell jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes) part-time!
Selling jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes) was not a problem; Xu Qingfeng quickly found a way to get a cart, and flour and other ingredients were also easy to obtain.
As for the city defense department...
Second Master believed that the city defense department would not be a problem!
Xu Qingfeng encountered a most difficult problem.
A jianbing guozi that costs 2 yuan to make, Xiaoyao really only sells for 2 yuan...
How can you make any money like that?!
The pancake vendor next door is practically ready to come and beat me up with a strainer.
Xu Qingfeng had a sudden inspiration and immediately came up with a new idea.
"Buy a pancake and get a fortune telling free, only 7 yuan in total!"
Once you have a clear idea, business comes in, and profits follow!
Thus, a miraculous scene unfolded in Nanjiang City.
A group of war gods, war kings, and war generals lined up to buy pancakes.
Xu Qingfeng was in charge of making pancakes, Ying Erye was in charge of collecting money, and Xiaoyao was in charge of fortune telling.
Clear division of labor, assembly line operation.
Xu Qingfeng never imagined that he, a barbecue chef, would end up selling jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes). Wasn't that a kind of fate?
Master Ying is also extremely busy.
"Here's your 20 yuan, here's your change: 33 yuan. Keep your money, next customer!"
"This money isn't real! I don't want it!"
"Dare to use counterfeit money? Where is the city defense department?! Is nobody in charge of this?!"
"This business is no longer viable!"
"......"
An eighth-tier War God was arrested on the spot by the city defense department in front of Xu Qingfeng for using counterfeit money...
Those who successfully bought pancakes all went back to Xiaoyao to have their fortunes told.
The questions they raise aren't too outrageous; they're mostly everyday matters, reflecting the fact that everyone has their own troubles.
Moreover, Xiaoyao did not answer all of these questions.
Xu Qingfeng had seen it more than once, but Xiaoyao simply shook his head, saying he didn't understand.
Clearly, Xiaoyao truly doesn't understand these mundane family matters.
Thanks to Master Ying, I earned 22.5 yuan today.
Xu Qingfeng sighed, wondering when this would end.
Master Youying was truly impressed!
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