immediately.

Master Huo took an electric baton from the bodyguard and played with it in his hand.

He casually said, "Boss Zhao, why don't you announce the results?"

But Boss Zhao suddenly burst out with a burst of momentum, "No, no, I have to be fair, I have to wait for Master No. 8 to come back!"

Master Huo grinned, "You are a businessman with a sharp mind. You want to earn more commissions, right? Let me tell you, these ginsengs of mine."

Mr. Huo said.

He looked at his row of ginseng with great satisfaction, but suddenly he was stunned.

I saw light flowing on the glass balls hanging from the roots of the ginseng, slowly gathering like liquid, and then with a pop, it suddenly left the glass balls like a drop of water, and like a firefly, slowly drifting towards the east! "What's going on?!"

Not only was Mr. Huo a little dazed, but even Master Simu put on a magnifying glass and looked carefully.

Mental power flew away? I have never seen such a situation before?! Everyone subconsciously looked to the east!

I saw a huge ball of light coming from far away in the dense forest, and then the white light penetrated the gaps in the dense forest like sharp swords and shot into the sky!

The fireflies that flew out of Mr. Huo's ginseng also gathered towards the light ball! The next moment.

I saw a figure stepping out of the dense forest.

The dazzling light burst out! The blinding white light was like a nuclear bomb explosion, making everyone's vision turn white in an instant, and then their eyes were stinging. They screamed in pain and closed their eyes, and at the same time covered their eyes with their palms! "My eyes hurt!"

"Is this the fucking sun?!"

Everyone closed their eyes, but they could still clearly feel the light approaching, and it was so strong that it could penetrate their palms and eyelids, illuminating their vision red! "Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time."

A man's voice, very gentle and with a hint of smile, echoed in my ears.

Everyone just felt the light fade away.

Open your extremely dry eyes.

The scene before my eyes was dizzying, with an indescribable visual experience.

An immortal with a white beard reaching the ground and wearing a white robe sat on a tricycle and looked around proudly.

A middle school boy with a "struggle" ribbon tied on his head squatted on top of a tricycle with towering cargo, grinning foolishly.

A short-haired girl with a stern face leaned against the side of a tricycle with her arms folded, looking at everyone with her head tilted.

And at the front.

An extremely handsome young man in a white shirt, with a smile that could melt everything on his face, stood with his hands behind his back.

And on the young man’s shoulder, sitting was a small fat baby made of plant roots!

The fat baby was holding a big gem in his hand. Countless "fireflies" that were split from ginseng were circling around it, and then dived into it and disappeared.

What is that!!! Boss Zhao stretched his neck and looked at the spiritual ginseng piled more than one meter high in the cargo box of the tricycle.

Dumbfounded.

“Ah, this.”

“Here I am.”

"you."

"The ginseng is piled there like cabbage?"

"This ginseng digging team looks pretty cool!"

Dozens of lower-class residents also felt a chill run down their feet! He's here! That man is back! What's that in the car? It really is a whole car of ginseng! So many ginsengs! How many are there? Can you count them? ! And what's that thing on Mr. No. 8's shoulder? It looks awesome!

But Brother Liu laughed and said, "Boss Zhao, can you please take inventory?"

The obese Boss Zhao finally came to his senses from the huge shock and suddenly saluted, "Ah, yes!"

Then.

Boss Zhao's voice choked with sobs, his hands trembling, and he rushed directly towards the tricycle.

"ah"

"Oh my god, there are so many ginsengs. I am so lucky. It is worth dying to see so much wealth."

Boss Zhao burst into tears as he counted the ginsengs one by one.

The struggling young man at the top added: "Fatty, you dropped a hundred-year-old ginseng on the ground! Do you have Parkinson's disease? You dropped another thousand-year-old ginseng!"

Boss Zhao wiped his sweat repeatedly.

This is not me, Parkinson. You have piled up such valuable ginseng into a mountain. If I just pick one, it will cause a landslide! At this time.

Brother Liu glanced at Master Huo.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This handsome guy's face turned pale and his lips trembled.

He murmured, "This is not a good situation."

Master Simu was also trembling, but he calmed his mind and said, "Don't worry, Master Huo, I won't make a mistake in my calculations. Even though he has piled up a mountain, the total is not as much as ours!"

Speaking of.

Master Simu secretly glanced at the fat kid on Liu Di’s shoulder.

Take a slight breath of cold air.

That thing Master Simu was suspicious. Could it be the legendary ginseng that can last for thousands of years?

But, that's just a legend, right?

No one can prove its existence!

There's no way he had dug it up, right? "Inventory completed!"

After 20 minutes, Boss Zhao suddenly looked up. There was a hint of something hard to explain in his expression. After a pause, he said, "If we take ten-year ginseng as a unit, Mr. Eight has 23 fewer ginsengs than Mr. Huo!"

When everyone heard this, their faces turned pale! Damn, this is impossible!

Although there are many No. 8 princes, few of them are of high age!

The difference is 23 trees! Let me do the math, Mr. No. 8 has to pay 230,000 spiritual power!

What an exaggerated number! In our area, anyone with 5,000 spiritual power is considered a wealthy person! Everyone was horrified! It's over! Young Master No. 8 can't afford the compensation!

at this time.

Master Huo and Master Simu finally breathed a sigh of relief!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

“Garbage is garbage!”

"Even God won't help you. Let me tell you, I already knew that the total number of ginseng in East Mountain is less than that in West Mountain!"

The two men's laughter resounded through the sky.

But Brother Liu and the three-member ginseng digging team all looked calm! Brother Liu said slowly, "Boss Zhao is indeed a businessman. You can calculate the number of ginseng plants of three years and nearly 200 ginseng plants clearly just by mental arithmetic."

"hehe."

Boss Zhao smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Eight, you should think about how to deal with the compensation."

Brother Liu shook his head slightly, "It's a pity that Boss Zhao missed one."