After quickly eating a box of sausage rice, Zuo Ling began absorbing the cyan energy crystal.
Only by converting energy into one's own can one improve their ability to survive.
Aside from putting the clothes that needed washing into the washing machine and dryer, Zuo Ling spent the whole night absorbing energy crystals.
She didn't use any rare stones to increase her absorption speed, fearing that if she used them all up, she wouldn't have any left when she needed a life-saving treatment.
Around 9 a.m., I slowly opened my eyes.
Looking in front of him, he realized that he had consumed 14 cyan energy crystals.
The space has been expanded to the size of six football fields.
Absorbing 14 energy crystals results in roughly the same improvement as absorbing 9 energy crystals, which shows that the energy crystals in the ancient village are of a much higher grade.
The puddle has increased to about 35 square meters, and the water is greener than last time.
The land area is 250 square meters, and the soil is damp and black.
The spatial brightness did not change significantly.
Zuo Ling sighed. Absorbing more than ten low-level energy crystals was not as effective as absorbing one high-level energy crystal.
Fortunately, even the smallest mosquito is still meat, so we can't let any go.
Take a hot shower, organize the dried clothes, and put them away.
After collecting and tidying up what needed to be collected, I took out my phone and searched for information about collectors of rare stones in Ancheng.
After finishing my work, I went downstairs to enjoy some delicious food.
When you come to Ancheng, how can you not try the local roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)?
The streets were bustling with activity, and Zuo Ling, who had spent more than ten days in the countryside and mountains, felt as if he had been transported to another world.
I found a well-established restaurant with a lot of customers and ordered a bowl of mutton offal soup, five roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), and two thousand-layer flaky pastries.
The shop assistant looked at her in surprise; it was rare to see a girl who could eat so much.
Having absorbed energy crystals all night, he was so hungry that his vision was blurry, and he didn't care what other people were looking at him.
One bite of the flaky pastry revealed a hint of sweetness, and after a few more bites, all that was left was oil on my hands.
Another round of roujiamo (Chinese hamburger). Large chunks of meat, with both lean and fatty parts, are tender yet not greasy. Biting into them releases a burst of flavorful oil, accompanied by the crispness of green peppers.
The fragrant mutton offal soup, with its aroma of scallions, was delicious, and Zuo Ling ate with great satisfaction.
Order 50 servings each of roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and yousubing (fried shortbread) to take away.
There's Eight Treasures Soup in the space, so we don't need the Lamb Offal Soup.
After eating and taking some leftovers, Zuo Ling left the snack shop with a protruding belly.
Get in the car, turn on the navigation, and head towards your destination.
She was going to a private museum of rare stones.
The owner's surname is Shi. He is obsessed with stones and happens to have the surname Shi, so people jokingly call him "Stone Madman".
The museum is ideally located at the border of the city and the suburbs, neither too noisy nor too deserted, and it is only open once a week.
Zuo Ling arrived at an inopportune time; she missed the open day, and the area in front of the store was deserted.
The gatekeeper is sweeping fallen leaves.
"Sir, I'd like to see your curator."
Glancing at her, the old man swept the floor unhurriedly, saying leisurely:
"Our curator isn't someone anyone can just see whenever they want."
Countless stone enthusiasts come from far and wide; if the curator saw everyone, he'd be exhausted.
Zuo Lingdao pulled out a photo from his phone:
"Sir, could you please send the photo to your curator? He will then see me."
The gatekeeper will definitely be able to contact the curator.
Otherwise, if there's an emergency, it would cause delays.
The old man had presbyopia; he squinted for a long time, and then a glint of light flashed in his cloudy eyes:
"Girl, is this real or fake? Don't try to fool our curator with something fake, he has a bad temper."
"The stone is in my car. If you don't believe me, take a look."
The old man was a conscientious and responsible person. He invited the curator, but it turned out that a fraudster had come. He was in a difficult position to explain.
"Let's go take a look."
After opening the back door, Zuo Ling sprayed some water on several rocks, and the transformation scene reappeared.
When they arrived near the museum, Zuo Ling moved the stone from his spatial dimension to the vehicle. It was only about the size of the rear compartment of a Tank 500; otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to fit several hundred kilograms of stone.
As soon as the stone was released, the tire went down half an inch, which pained Zuo Ling.
The old man couldn't believe his eyes:
"My God! It's so beautiful, could it be man-made?"
He touched the stone repeatedly, then checked his hands for any crumbs and even smelled them.
Zuo Ling let him do whatever he wanted.
After a moment, the old man solemnly said:
"Young lady, if this is real, it's priceless! But what if it's fake..."
If it's fake and it's made fun of our owner, getting a scolding is the least of our worries.
“It’s a family heirloom, passed down for generations. I wouldn’t be willing to take it out if I weren’t short of money. As long as you don’t hit it with a heavy object or poke it with a sharp tool, you can test it as you like.”
Zuo Ling lied without batting an eye.
The old man swallowed hard; with his eyesight, he couldn't tell if it was real or fake. This matter required the museum owner's personal attention.
"Okay, please wait a moment while I make a call."
The old man whispered to the person on the other end of the phone for a long time, asked Zuo Ling for the photos, and sent them to the other party.
After hanging up the phone, the old man's attitude softened considerably.
"The curator will be here soon, young lady. Please come inside. I'll have someone take the stone inside first. When the curator arrives, he'll want to examine it."
Zuo Ling followed the people carrying the stones into the museum.
The master was worried and wanted to go with them, so naturally, the old man didn't say anything.
The museum is a small three-story building, and the stone was moved directly to the outermost room on the first floor.
Inside the room, there were many instruments that Zuo Ling did not recognize.
A pretty female staff member served Zuo Ling a cup of tea, but Zuo Ling didn't drink it. Instead, she put it aside and looked around.
The female staff member smiled gently: "Please make yourself at home. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay, thank you."
There are many different kinds of stones on the first floor, including at least three pieces of pork belly stone.
There was a piece that looked so realistic, you almost wanted to take a bite.
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