"What's going on in the past two months? There have been frequent accidents. How many times has the building been damaged?"

"To say it was damaged is too cautious. It was clearly blown to pieces. The survivors probably don't feel much better than the dead. They lost their houses and cars, their loved ones, and they don't know how they will live in the future."

"As far as I know, this is the fourth time this month. What kind of force could blow up several buildings like this? Didn't anyone living nearby hear any sound?"

"I heard that no one reported it to the police, and by the time they found it, it was already like this."

"This is too scary. Could it be a supernatural event? I'm a little worried. Will it happen near my home next time? I won't know how someone died then."

"I'm worried too. I feel like Qing City is particularly unstable lately."

…

When Gao Han passed by the scene of what happened that night, the residents living nearby gathered around and were discussing the incident. The TV news no longer broadcast these events, and people who lived far away did not know about it, otherwise they would have been in a panic.

Gao Han looked at the streets that looked like ruins. Ordinary people could not see that on some collapsed walls and broken blocks, there was a trace of very faint spiritual energy that would gradually dissipate over time.

Have the spirit refiners in this world become so rampant?

Gao Han frowned slightly, turned and left.

With the accumulation of word-of-mouth, more and more customers came to Gao Han every day. When he just arrived at the stall, there were already several people queuing in front of him. The thin stall owner was lobbying an old customer who had repaired his magic tools from him before. As soon as Gao Han approached, he heard the old customer named Qian complaining there.

"Li Da, it's not that I don't want to go to your place to repair the magic weapon, but you can't repair it well. The last time I repaired it for you, it broke again in less than a month. How can I trust you?"

"That's because there's something wrong with your magic weapon itself, and you always give it to your children at home to play with. I've told you many times, but you just don't listen. What can I do?" the thin stall owner retorted.

Mr. Qian was immediately unhappy when he heard what he said. "You don't have the ability to repair my magic weapon to the same as before, who can you blame? It is the best choice for me not to go to you for repair. Besides, what's wrong with me giving it to a child to play with? How much power can a child have? Maybe you didn't repair it well, so it broke."

The thin stall owner was so angry that his face turned blue. How could he fix it with such a small amount of money? He was unwilling to pay more, but he still had the nerve to blame him.

Mr. Qian happened to be the first in line. He was the first to arrive. When he saw Gao Han coming, he turned around and smiled again: "Boss Gao, you are finally here. This is the magic weapon I want to repair. Can you help me see if it can be repaired to the same as the original one?"

Gao Han glanced at the thin stall owner. There was a low pressure all over the thin stall owner, and he looked very gloomy.

Gao Han took the magic weapon from Mr. Qian and said after a moment: "There are many problems with your magic weapon. It is obviously not damaged by humans in battle, and it has been damaged no less than three times. The foundation of the magic weapon is basically destroyed. No matter how much you repair it, it will not be the same as before. It is impossible to use it in battle, but it can be used as a toy."

Mr. Qian was stunned for a moment, then his face turned dark. Doesn’t this Boss Gao have a grudge against Li Da? He helped him so much, but he actually said these embarrassing words to him. What’s wrong with this guy?

His dissatisfaction was almost visible on his face, and he said in a very aggressive tone: "Boss Gao, I came to you to repair the magic weapon because I trust you. Don't say these things because you are incompetent, right?"

"Since you think I'm incompetent, then take the magic weapon back," Gao Han put it down. "Out of courtesy, I'd like to remind you not to give the magic weapon to your children to play with. Otherwise, no matter how good the magic weapon is, it will break after playing with it."

Mr. Qian took back the magic weapon with a gloomy face, stared at him, and laughed coldly: "You are incompetent, I will find another one. It is none of your business whether I give it to the child to play with or not."

"Of course I have no say in this. The choice is yours." Gao Han said, looking behind him, "Next one."

Mr. Qian's face turned pale and blue. He glared at Gao Han, then walked away.

The second customer handed the magic weapon to Gao Han. He was nervous. Seeing the first customer's condition, he was worried that his own weapon might not be repaired well. Fortunately, the next three words Gao Han said completely put his mind at ease. He didn't have that much money to buy a second magic weapon.

“It can be repaired.”

…

"Master Li, how is it?" The fat stall owner looked at the thin stall owner with a smile, who had a surprised expression.

The thin stall owner immediately restrained his outward emotions and snorted coldly: "What do you mean? I don't understand what you are saying."

"You, you, it's because you say one thing and mean another that others misunderstand you." The fat stall owner shook his head.

“I am just like this. I don’t need other people’s opinions.” The thin stall owner seemed a little uncomfortable with what he said and looked away.

"Brother Gao is actually a pretty nice person, right?" the fat stall owner said again.

The thin stall owner snorted, "What he does is none of my business. I only know that he stole my business."

"If you look at it from another angle, you'll find that although the business is gone, it's not without gain," the old stall owner suddenly interrupted, his voice as steady as ever, "His repair method is very unique, you should have noticed it.

"Mr. Sun is right." The fat stall owner responded with a smile.

The thin stall owner's face changed slightly. When he found out that Gao Han had real skills, he seemed unhappy, but in fact he was secretly paying attention to how Gao Han helped others repair magical instruments. He was completely different from them, and every time he watched, he had different ideas. So on the surface, they seemed to have suffered losses and their business was taken away, but he knew very well what was really going on.

"So what? Without talent, no matter how hard you try, you'll be reduced to your original form." As if he had thought of something, the thin stall owner's expression, which had just relaxed, became uglier again.

The fat stall owner stopped trying to persuade him this time. It was such an old story that there was no point in saying more. He could only pat him on the shoulder and give him some encouragement.

…

Gao Han sent off the last customer. It was getting late, so he packed up his stall and left. He didn't want to run into that man again today, so he walked back the way he came. As expected, he didn't see him again until he entered the community.

"You're back. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A man's cheerful voice echoed in the dark stairwell.