I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

After tying the two together, Chen Mu directly searched his body and prepared to get the gas money back.

Unexpectedly, these two goods are poor batches, the clean ones in their pockets are the same as they had been scraped in advance, and there are only forty bucks so scattered.

Not reconciled, Chen Mu turned his head and searched the car outside.

But after opening the rear cover of that Cherokee, I saw a different scenery.

There were two shotguns in there, and a large leather bag with dozens of furs in it, and an iron cage with two live birds, which seemed to be a protected species.

Chen Mu didn’t know much about animals, so he quickly called the Uyghur old man. After only one glance, the Uyghur old man scolded in Uyghur. He murmured for a while. Anyway, Chen Mu didn’t understand him. He knew the old man only by his expression. She was so angry, her lips trembled when she cursed.

Chen Mu didn't care, and continued to search for money. This really couldn't be a loss, but he didn't expect to find nothing, except for a few pieces of torn clothes, there were only two packs of unopened cigarettes.

It seemed that this time it was a loss. Chen Mu put the cigarette into his pocket angrily, wishing to kick the two goods in the past.

If you don’t have any money, don’t learn from others and eat. It adds up to a small 700, and the two days you made were not enough to lose today.

The Uyghur old man calmed down a bit and finally stopped swearing in Uyghur, but said to Chen Mu with a heartbreak: "They are poachers. There are more than 20 yellow sheep skins, five or six foxes and two lynxes. Fortunately, those two golden eagles are still alive."

Chen Mu listened to the words of the Uyghur elderly and could understand the excitement of the Uyghur elderly. As local indigenous and former wildlife protection patrols, it is these poachers that the elderly hate most.

In public or private, Chen Mu couldn't bear it. He walked over and kicked the two goods a few times, so as to vent and vent his aggrieved feelings of being so poor and being eaten for nothing.

"Xiaomu, don't fight, wait until the police comrades come to deal with it. They rob and poach, at least ten years in prison."

The Uighur old man held Chen Mu, worried that Chen Mu would beat him too hard and cause trouble.

Chen Mu rushed back to the checkout counter and didn't abuse the two goods again, but after this incident, he couldn't calm down. He threw the receipt list aside, picked up the small square seal and played with it. Thinking about how to ask if the 678 can come back later when the police arrive.

Chen Mu put Xiao Fangyin in his hand and rubbed it for a few times. He didn't expect to feel the heat of his palm. Suddenly, a heat flow started from the palm of his hand and quickly penetrated into his body along his hand.

"Uh?"

Chen Mu quickly looked down and found that the little Fang Yin in his hand had disappeared out of thin air.

At the same time, the heat flowing into his body quickly divided into countless channels, flowing up and down his body.

Then, in his mind, he heard a voice like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening: "God is my destiny, now you are the prince of a hundred miles, and I would like to tell Wanfang to Kang the world."

"What...what the hell?"

Chen Mu was a little dumbfounded. He didn't realize what he meant for a long time after the voice in his head rang.

Where is Xiao Fang Yin?

Chen Mu came back to his senses, wondering if he had any hallucinations just now, but after thinking about it carefully, Xiao Fangyin really disappeared. It's impossible to disappear out of thin air.

So, if it was an illusion just now, where did it go?

With a thought in his heart, Chen Mu immediately felt the small square seal appearing deep in his consciousness.

How is it in my head?

Chen Mu was shocked and wanted to shake his head sober, but the small Fangyin in his consciousness suddenly turned into a three-dimensional map and presented it in his mind. It felt as if he was standing in a high place and looking down on the ground. .

How could this be?

Chen Mu made a little identification, and quickly recognized that this was a "map" near the gas station. Everything on it was vivid, like a miniature landscape.

However, this "map" is only about a hundred miles away, and there is no more distant place, like a fault.

"What the hell is this?"

Chen Mu touched his nose, a little unsure.

Although he didn't know why such a thing happened, he also realized that the small square seal that the wild camel took to himself seemed to have something magical.

"Where did it get this thing for me?"

Thinking of the wild camel in my heart, I couldn't help but want to know where the guy is now. I didn't expect that with such a thought, the map in my mind immediately changed.

Chen Mu "looked" at the map and instantly zoomed in, and finally landed in front of one of the Gobi Desert, and the figure of the wild camel just appeared there.

The nappan didn't know if he had sensed something, his body stretched tight in an instant, and he didn't move anymore, just like he was frightened.

"Fogcao, cow breaking... It's like a satellite map, and it's the kind with its own search function."

Chen Mu was shocked. This is definitely a black technology, giving him a feeling of being in control.

"Try Aunt Gulistan..."

As his thoughts moved again, the small Uyghur village more than ten miles away from the gas station immediately zoomed in front of his eyes, and then the chubby figure of Aunt Gu Li also appeared.

"Really!"

Chen Mu became even more excited, and changed the keywords of "Uncle Aizmati" and "The two poachers just now". Although the description of the keywords was not accurate, the map was accurate according to his wishes. People found.

Bull-breaking, too bull-breaking!

Chen Mu felt that he had found the treasure. The only regret was that the map was only a hundred miles away from the gas station. Just now he tried to search for the "coming policeman", but he found nothing. It is estimated that the distance is still far. Did not enter the map range.

He calmed down a bit, and soon he found that on the right side of the "3D map", there was a golden light group marked "upgrade".

"Can this thing be upgraded?"

Chen Mu curiously "looked" at the golden light group, feeling that his consciousness seemed to touch the golden light group, the golden light group immediately reacted, and came back with a message that roughly means: "Lack of vitality. Unable to upgrade."

vitality?insufficient?

What do you mean?

Chen Mu touched the golden light ball again with consciousness, and the same message was returned.

He held his head in doubt, thinking about the meaning of "lack of vitality", without a clue.

Where is the vitality in this desert? Is it necessary for more people to come here?

If that's the case, then he would be all right.

According to the Uighur uncle, even when it is the most popular, there are at most some tourist buses, usually only two or three kittens.

After thinking about it for a long time, Chen Mu couldn't figure out anything. Chen Mu quickly put it down. After all, he had already picked up a treasure. It was time to be content, and what to upgrade.

I played the "search" game in my mind for a while, and I looked at here and there from time to time. I felt that it has been almost two months since I came here to operate a gas station, and it can’t be as short as an hour. I know a lot about the surrounding environment.

Having been fascinated by the game, with a "creak" outside, a police car quickly drove into the gas station and stopped.