Chapter 39 Picking up the broken things

Xi Qin's music stopped abruptly, Yuan Ye stood up and patted the non-existent ashes, "Ouch, this guy's bones hurt my butt."

"Let's go." Lin Du called people.

"Where are you going, Junior Master?"

"Go pick up the rags, go where."

Four people left first, walking briskly and leisurely, looking like they were just strolling around.

As soon as they turned a corner, Lin Du started running.

The remaining three people were stunned and didn't understand what was going on, so they started running too.

"Master Junior, why are we running?"

"It's too late to grab the good stuff. First go to the shops that sell spiritual tools and rare treasures and collect all the good stuff."

Lin Du made arrangements, "I estimate that there are many treasures in the big mansion. We should act separately and move quickly, otherwise we won't be able to grab them by the time they react."

The three men's eyes lit up, they took a quick look, and went into the mansion first.

After the people from the Supreme Sect left, several monks who were still frightened woke up as if from a dream. "Let's go. Lin Du just said that this is a city. There must be something to pick up in the city."

Several people scattered.

"Where did the people from Gang Wushang Sect leave from?"

"Right there."

"Oh, then I'll change direction."

I really don't want to get into a fight with those people from the Supreme Sect.

It's as if their elders have never taught them any morals, their methods are horribly cruel.

Someone took a look at the skulls scattered on the ground, stepped on them curiously, and jumped up holding his foot with a cry.

"This skull is so hard, how the hell did Lin Du crush it with his bare hands?"

Who knows this?

The crowd dispersed with laughter.

Above the earth, the wind howled and raged, like a runaway dragon, sweeping across the desert with a world-destroying force. The earthquake trembled and mourned, and the city that was originally buried under the yellow sand completely unveiled its heavy veil.

Those cruel, naked truths, like those white bones, were completely revealed before everyone's eyes.

The wooden carts of the street vendors have rotted and fallen apart. Skeletons in strange postures like puppets can be seen everywhere along the way. They seem to be in motion. Some are still standing stiffly, some seem to be bending over to pick up goods, there is a pair of skeletons with their fingers interlocked, and someone is holding a tiny skeleton in his arms with a gold lock collar hanging on it.

Until a strong wind blew through and the city was completely exposed to the sky, these bones, which were in various postures and still maintained their last postures before death, finally collapsed and became a pile of bones without any meaning.

The monks from Zhongzhou who came in looked at the bones that were beginning to collapse and stopped searching for things at the same time.

Suddenly, they seemed to hear a soft sigh.

The world collapses, the world changes dramatically, and people are nothing more than the most fragile things in this world.

The heaven and earth are still there, the plants and trees continue to grow, the birds and beasts are reborn, but only the monks have left behind the most tragic relics.

This is their world, where humans think they are the masters of the world.

But when the world collapsed, only the human cultivators lost their lives first.

The world does not care about these piles of bones. Whether or not they will completely collapse into an insignificant speck of dust in the future, it is all evolution, death and resurrection. What people want is not what the world wants.

Lin Du stood in a shop, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and raised his hand to perform a purification spell.

"Excuse me."

She spoke softly, but the bones behind the counter could no longer hear her.

The ghosts of these ordinary low-level monks were completely destroyed when she set up the Ghost Gate Formation.

The collapsed land cannot be connected to the underworld, nor can it be saved.

She bowed her head in silence for three seconds, and the next moment, she began to clear the shelves.

Some things have lost their spiritual power due to a long time and have become broken copper and rotten iron, but the things sealed in the box are still useful.

Lin Du began to search with ease. He just stretched out his hand, threw away what should be thrown away, and put what should be put into the storage ring into the storage ring in a flash.

The four people from the Supreme Sect swarmed in like locusts, and even the drawers and the warehouse at the back were not spared.

When the monks who came later saw that the shop was clean and tidy without a speck of dust, they quietly withdrew their feet and turned away.

The people from the Supreme Sect were all like uneducated violent lunatics, but they managed to take away all the valuables, and they even lacked the stone lion at the door.

The monk was complaining in his heart when he suddenly heard the heavy sound of something heavy being moved. He turned around and saw the frail and thin young man in blue moving the iron lion at the gate of a large mansion.

"? No, Fellow Daoist Lin... you wouldn't do that, would you?"

Lin Du turned around and glanced at the monk. "What do you mean by not being able to? Didn't you see it?"

The monk was stunned. "What?"

"This iron lion is made of meteorite black gold. How much does black gold cost now?"

The monk shook his head and said, "I am a Dharma practitioner."

What does Dharma Xiu want black gold for?

Lin Du said, "Let's not talk about other places, just in Zhongzhou, one tael of black gold, that's the amount."

She held up two fingers and bent them.

Fa Xiu was still in a daze, "Two hundred spirit stones?"

Lin Du sighed, "You practitioners really don't understand materials at all."

"How much is it exactly? Please tell me, Brother Lin." The cultivator was not bothered, he was just purely curious.

"Two high-quality spirit stones."

Fa Xiu's eyes widened. "Fuck? Isn't that just 20,000 spirit stones per ounce?"

He slowly shifted his gaze to the other iron lion.

Lin Du hurriedly threw what he had in his hand into the storage ring, and stood in front of the iron lion. "Hey, fellow Daoist, let's get back to the point. You are a Dharma practitioner. Why would a Dharma practitioner need black gold?"

"...Then why do you want black gold? You don't look like a weapon cultivator, do you?"

Lin Du raised his eyes leisurely, "I am a humble man, but my teacher is Immortal Master Yan Ye."

“Yan Ye… Yan Ye…?” The cultivator’s eyes widened. “The one who can freeze the entire Zhongzhou with one sword, Immortal Yan Ye?”

Lin Du put the other iron lion into his pocket, clapped his hands, and nodded slightly with satisfaction, "It is my master."

Although... that old guy probably can't freeze the entire Zhongzhou with one sword.

"I'll take my leave first, fellow Taoist." She kicked open the door of the mansion, and about a quarter of an hour later, she walked out of the house with a smile on her face.

It turns out that wealthy and powerful families have a lot of good things.

Each world has different specialties, and this time she is considered to have made a profit.

People not only need to read more books, but also buy more vegetables.

He knows everything from astronomy and geography to the market prices of vegetables.

The disciple token on his waist suddenly rang with a hurried voice, "Junior Master, come to the City Lord's Mansion quickly, there is a formation in the inner storehouse."

It’s Yuan Ye.

They had just entered the sect less than a year ago, and except for Que Lindu who specialized in formation, the others knew very little about formation.

Lin Du glanced at the direction indicated by the disciple token. It was inconvenient to take a detour, so he decided to take the shortcut directly.

The man in the cyan fox fur cloak leaped to the top of the courtyard wall, then flew all the way up, as lightly as a flying goose.

The cultivator who had just entered a yard looked up and saw a green shadow flying past, with a few strands of white hair falling from the air.

Fa Xiu was silent for a moment. Who said that Lin Du was a sickly person?