Otherworldly Merchant

I carefully lifted the yellow cloth, half a pair of silver and white armor in front of me!

The armor didn't know what material it was made of. The pieces were scaly, the crystalline snow was bright, and there was dark blood in the cracks.

At this point, the temperature in the grass shed dropped suddenly and there was a zero chill in the armor, almost freezing my hands off.

God, this is a real shade of goods, and its power is comparable to that of Lupu's Fang Tian Di, Xiang Yu's Oujiang Thunder Knife.

Wu Lao Bao was right, the Yin spirits living in the armor are really too powerful. Whoever collects this armor will surely not survive a month.

Of course, this armor, though horrible, has a unique beauty! That is, the holder will return to light a hundred times as spiritually as the 70-year-old Zhao Yun, who wore the armor back then.

In other words, within this month, if you wear armor, dying or suffering from cancer, your body will eliminate all sores.

But a month later, I would be sucked out of my life by the armor and my soul would be scattered... Isn't that what I need?

Mayor Wang has liver cancer but still wants to fight on the front line. He saw the last job done. How similar is this to the old Zhao Yun? I'm sure Zhao Yun will help him fulfill his wish.

“Uncle...” I looked up and looked at the old man: “This is indeed the relic of General Zhao, Zhao Yunrongma for life, war countless, if he saw his relic locked in a box slowly rot, I wonder what he would feel? ”

“Why don't you give me this armor and I'll let it play its part! And I will help you build Zhao Yun Road, build Zhao Yun Temple, so that future generations will always remember that Changshan has a Zhao Zilong, what do you think?” I asked.

The old man glanced at me and said, “Is everything true? ”

“Yes!” I nodded heavily: "I came out with the money, and I would help Zhao Yun, unfortunately. ”

“Okay!” the old man slapped on the table. “Then take the armor! I want you to play your part and reassure your ancestors. ”

I nodded and repacked the armor.

Sitting for a while, Hook came back with two yelling wild chickens in his hand and a dozen eggs in his pocket.

He was surprised when he saw me and the old man still talking. He snuck up at me while the old man couldn't pay attention. "Brother Zhang, I admire you! No one has ever had such a good time talking to Uncle Zhao. Your kung fu is amazing. ”

I glanced at him and I said, "Are you trying to tell me I'm a good kisser? ”

“Well, you said so yourself.” Hook ran away with a grin on his head.

The old man was also happy and made us a pot of honey chicken with his own hands.

Eating delicious, Hook even raised his thumb: “Brother Zhang, you still have the ability. For so many years, Uncle Zhao has not served me as a honey chicken. ”

“Hospitality is bullshit!” The old man scolded: “As soon as I told you about Zhao Yun, you said Lu Bu ranked first. ”

“Okay, Zhao Yun first, Zhao Yun first!” Hook joined forces and lowered his head to chew the chicken in his hand.

The old man was very excited and drank a lot of wine. He sang the song he heard on the radio while he was having a good time.

“The gun stabbed the fountain of blood and slaughtered 50 men. Single-rider Savior's Enemy Chill, Changshan Zhao Yunwei famous legend..."

After a full meal, I put my armor on my back and said goodbye to the old man, promising in front of Hook: "When I get back, I'll transfer five million dollars to build the best roads and the best temples. ”

“That's best, that's best.” The old man nodded excitedly.

Just a short walk away, Li Mazi called to ask how it was.

I was happy to tell him that the armor had been found and was preparing to return, and that he would give Hook another five million to come back and reimburse me.

Perhaps I finally got something. I was in a great mood. I didn't even take a break on my way back. Even Hook was a little surprised.

We walked for more than half a day, and when it was dark, we arrived in Zhengding County with a car back to the city.

Then, tired, I flew straight back to Wuhan and headed straight to the city with my armor on my back.

As soon as the doorman heard that I was going to see Mayor Wang, he looked at my wrinkled clothes full of sweat, and carried an old yellow cloth bag. I was afraid that I was in trouble on the appeal, so I couldn't be sure to let him in.

I said call the money secretary and let him pick me up, okay?

After repeated requests, the guard finally dialed the city council office.

After a while, secretary Qian's voice came from the other end of the phone: “Hello, I am Qian Xuezhi, please tell me that you are...”

“I'm Zhang Jiulin.” I interrupted him directly and told him where I was now.

“Master Zhang!” Secretary Qian shouted, “Hold on, I'll be right back!” Hanging up the phone.

Shortly afterwards, he rushed out of the government building and pulled me aside, avoiding the people whispering, “Master Zhang, have you found the shadow? ”

I photographed the baggage behind me: “I've got it. Where's Mayor Wang? ”

“How wonderful! Master Zhang, you're here in such a timely manner.” Secretary Qian held my hand, his eyes wet and his voice hoarse: “Mayor Wang is in the hospital. ”

“At the morning meeting, Mayor Wang suddenly fainted and was taken to the intensive care unit. The doctor said he was already terminally ill with liver cancer. Excessive labor for some time has led to the early onset of the disease, which from now on will no longer be able to leave the hospital, or could be life-threatening at any moment. ”

Unexpectedly, I was in a hurry, and this still happened, and I was in a bit of a hurry.

“Go, take me now!” I was in a hurry.

“Okay." Secretary Qian took off his glasses to wipe tears from the corners of his eyes and couldn't help calling any more vehicles. He stopped a taxi passing by with a flash of his hand.

In the critical care room of the City Hospital, Mayor Wang wore a blue and white medical uniform and laid there quietly with an oxygen mask on his face.

We opened the door gently and walked to the bed.

His breathing was smooth and he seemed to sleep very sweetly. But I know that even in his dreams, he still remembers the unfinished work, the laborious Wuhan migrant workers, his whole body and mind poured on the four words "in the service of the people”.

Not long later, not knowing what he had dreamed, two drops of tears slowly came down.

“You go and get something ready, I'll give him a soul now!” I roared.

“Okay, say it!” Secretary Qian shuddered and pulled out the little book he was carrying.