"That's two million!"
Lin Fan is still acting.
The exiled immortal felt extremely happy.
There is a sense of satisfaction in using wisdom to overcome the carefully planned schemes of human beings.
This is a feeling that cannot be experienced by killing people with force.
After all, the latter is something that can be done in too many weird ways.
When it comes to killing people, even intimidation can result in several deaths.
But the former uses the brain to defeat humans in human professional fields.
No less than in front of someone else's husband...
In a word, the value of these two million is more worthwhile than the remaining eighty million!
It believes that it is one of the top three richest people in the city, so it has long seen through the ghost money and believes that only the value attached to it is the most meaningful.
The old man took the box and examined it carefully in his hands.
The color of Qingxuan is not unfamiliar.
That is the color of the smoke that comes out when people cook.
This was the color the old man saw when he was at the old driver's house.
I originally thought it was some special smell, but my brother told me it was just the smoke from cooking.
The old man was quite impressed by this.
The six square sides are all carved with incomprehensible patterns. The only clear thing is that the patterns on the six sides are connected to each other and can be regarded as one pattern.
Apart from the lines, each of the six sides has a slightly raised, ferocious look.
If you look closely, you can see that they are the faces of dead people who want to escape but cannot.
The old man weighed it and said, "It's a bit heavy, but if it's a box, why doesn't it have an opening?"
Unable to figure it out, he handed it to Lin Fan.
When it was handed to him, Lin Fan did not pretend to be indifferent. He grabbed it decisively and observed it carefully. He found that it was not a box, but a cubic iron block. It might be hollow, otherwise the weight would have to be considered.
Lin Fan glanced at Bai Ling'er, and his eyes indicated whether there was any problem with the box.
Bai Ling'er shook her head, indicating that there was no problem.
Only then did he reluctantly put it away and took a step back.
"Now that the deal is done, we won't bother the Exiled Immortal anymore."
Lin Fan bowed and said goodbye.
The murderous intent in the exiled immortal's eyes had not dissipated, but this time it was no longer directed at Lin Fan.
But he is the boss of the three of them.
"Let's go! Tell him the good news that you spent two million... and tell him to eat and drink well for now, because I'll show up and kill him."
Generally speaking, after saying harsh words, you should never see each other again.
But the old man felt a little guilty and couldn't help but explain it to him:
"If you want to kill him, why not send someone to say something harsh beforehand? It's not popular anymore in this day and age. Killing him secretly is more likely to succeed."
“That makes sense…”
The exiled immortal touched his chin and nodded, "Then you just need to tell him the news of spending two million. Don't say anything else. When the time comes... hehe."
When it thought of the vague figure of the emperor, the look in its eyes flashed not only with fear but also with panic.
It was as if the moment he was resurrected, Guigui died.
Lin Fan couldn't understand what the ancients had done to be so frightening.
Could it be that there really are some Taoist talismans?
It shouldn’t be... After all, the old man has been telling fortunes on the overpass for decades. If it really exists, it will be a bit spiritual and it will be much easier to contact it.
It is not to the point that we cannot do anything until now. It can even be said that talismans are all from Taoist ghosts.
But Lin Fan still kept it in mind.
In any case, we should learn more about this emperor. Who knows, he might have left behind some legacy or a tomb.
If you dig it up, you might actually get a tool that threatens to destroy the city.
The three of them walked out, and Bai Ling'er also stood up and followed them.
But the exiled immortal turned around and said to Bai Ling'er very seriously:
"You've hurt me so many times before... Don't rush to attack me. I'm not here to collect a debt."
The exiled immortal was serious for only three seconds. Seeing the light spot appear, he was so frightened that he kept explaining. When Bai Ling'er dispersed her trickery, he continued:
"I mean, you've hurt me so many times, but I don't mind. After all, as the old saying goes, we're all the same, so why rush to kill each other?"
"I'm just warning you. If you find out the location of their boss, or even see him in person, you must eliminate him at all costs!"
When the exiled immortal mentioned this, his eyes were filled with terror and his voice trembled.
"Back then, only the Human Devil remained in the Three Realms, but they were all that person's masterpieces."
"Neuropathy."
Bai Ling'er didn't understand at all, so she gave it a blank look and walked out.
There are only two things on its mind.
I want to see how the strange contract destroys the city.
Then she went home to be the general's good wife and gave a red envelope to her sister-in-law.
Thinking of the red envelope, Bai Ling'er paused and turned around and said:
"By the way, you can't use up all the ghost money you have, why don't you give me some."
“…”
Bai Ling'er fully understands what communism is.
It only took a few dozen minutes to make another million.
Of course, it still feels very hard.
When I think about how hard the Drunken Immortal and the Exiled Immortal have to work to earn money from the underworld, I feel tired for them.
Fortunately, both monsters are quite friendly and willing to share the fruits of their labor.
Wait for Bai Ling'er to leave.
The exiled immortal grabbed the bone fragment, not knowing what to say or to whom to convey the message.
I could only pace back and forth, thinking about it.
"Meng Po? No, no, no, it can't be separated from... Moon Fox? Alas, the old one is in heaven, and the young one has strength but knows nothing."
The weirdness of ten thousand years ago was so strange that no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't find a single use for it.
"Even Yuegui won't do. I might die before I even open my mouth."
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