Otherworldly Merchant

After the car stopped in front of the mountain, I walked up the hill on my own with a big bag on my back.

Unlike when the day comes, almost everyone but me walks down the hill.

As I rubbed my shoulders past, a lot of people measured me with strange eyes - it seemed that selling medicine in the middle of the night in Guihua Anvil was a secret, and the vast majority of people didn't know it.

I walked to the half-hill waist near the bench that I and Zhang Xiao Ai had sat in, and I saw a man who, like me, was carrying a big bag up the river.

He seemed to notice someone staring at him, turning around and looking at me.

He wore a pair of big sunglasses with a duck tongue cap. You look younger, naked - exposed shoulders and arms are extremely thick and should look like a practitioner.

Looks like this is the driver's buyer.

I don't know where to start. It's not too tight to follow him now.

He walked away against the people for a while, turned around and turned down the bamboo road, into the laurel bushes, and I hurried to catch up.

This cinnamon is extremely dense, twisted, and difficult to walk from. At this time, the two of us walked through it, touching the woods and knowing the soil, and the flowers were all over the floor.

It was a long way down the middle of the woods, and suddenly the front was bright and open, revealing an open space.

There is a large stone tablet in front of the empty space, sitting a dozen people far apart from each other.

These people are like us, all strong young people, each carrying a big bag and not talking to each other. However, they seemed to have met each other, and only when they saw me, they looked at me strangely, but nobody said anything.

I couldn't figure out the number of roads for now, and I sat back there quietly.

After sitting for a while, the sun went down completely, and there was a dark patch of paint all over the forest, and I couldn't even see anyone's face.

Boom!

At this point, a bell rang in the distance and the sound was not loud, but it was heard in the open mountains.

I followed the sound, and a light lit up on the top of the pitch-black mountain. The light was faint, but the mountain was dark, and it was remarkable to look at.

A young man with a big backpack stood up and walked straight to the light.

Boom!

Time was running out and another bell rang.

Another young man with a mustache stood up and walked through the laurels.

Strangely enough, none of these people compete, as if they had been ordered.

I'd love to go after them. Where have they been and what have they done? But afraid of grass snakes, you can only wait for the suppressor to be patient.

Until the last person, who I followed closely, stood up, and I didn't move my voice and bounce my fingers off and put a smudge of sand on his pants feet.

After he walked out a few dozen meters, I didn't wait for the bell to ring and sneak up on him.

I cautiously drilled through the branches of the forest, afraid to make a little noise, and followed him closely behind me with the smell of sand.

Approximately a hundred metres later, a small courtyard appeared in front of it, surrounded by a fence, seemingly dilapidated, and a white, light-transparent window paper circulated.

The man pushed the courtyard door into the cabin.

I rushed over, licked my fingers near the window, soaked a small hole in the window paper, and looked inside.

There was only one long table with a not-so-powerful lamp on it and two old ladies sitting next to the long table, the same old nuns during the day.

Between them, facing the window, sitting an old man.

The old man was much older than the old nun and his eyebrows were almost completely white.

The young man who just walked in unwrapped his backpack and placed it on the table. It's filled with money, a bundle of brand-new hundred dollar bills.

The old lady who guarded the door during the day and asked me for expensive tickets randomly pulled out a few bundles to look at and dragged the big bag under the table. Another old lady pulled a vial out of her arms and handed it over.

The young man didn't even look at it. He put it in his arms and pushed it towards the wall. The dirt wall immediately turned out a back door.

“Dude, you're so cautious, you're always the last one.” The old nun of the knocking fish said with a smile.

“There's another one.” When the young man had finished, he opened the door and went out.

“Hey, how come there's another one? Was it the cripple who left the house again?” The old lady at the door mumbled in confusion, stood up and banged the big bell in the house.

Then she sat back at the table and pulled out her phone and pressed it a few times, turning her head towards the old white eyebrow sitting in the middle: “Dad, at this speed, it won't take long before we can repay the debt of Longquan Mountain! ”

She said that out of shock, I almost screamed.

The old white eyebrow in the middle is their father? The Wu Lao who built Guihua Mountain and donated it to the country before he died?

And they're connected to Dragon Springs?

Looks like this incident is not as simple as trying to kill someone!

Old White Eyebrow shook his head and said, "Longquan Hill's debt is not in a hurry, but the deadline is early anyway —— you say, as if someone had seen through the vanilla bag? ”

“I'm not sure either.” The old nun hesitated to say: “At noon today, a man and a woman arrived, and the woman, apart from a few appearances, had nothing special, but the man, some highly unpredictable, could not see clearly. When I think about it afterwards, I always feel wrong. ”

“He had the woman throw a seed into the haunted pool, and the whole haunted pool boiled! Even the statue of the boy was split, something that had never happened before. Even the last time a visitor accidentally dropped a Buddha's bead into it, it didn't cause such a big reaction. I guess that kid must have moved something! ”

“And he's very cunning.” The old lady also hated the constant scolding: “He seemed deliberately to go in and check it out. I doubt if the altar was set wrong yesterday and attracted the attention of his peers! ”

“Well, anyway, be careful. It is not too late to refine until it is completely stable, anyway, it is not easy to get 49 pieces together.” Old White Eyebrow nodded slightly.

“Dad says so too, but that's a lot of money to make...”

“Money can be earned later, but it really leaks the bottom. Even life can be saved. Do you really think Longquan Mountain will make an appearance for us?” Old White Eyebrow said angrily.

“Yes, just listen to your father. He won't open the forum tomorrow. Strange. Why hasn't the last one come?” The old nun suddenly asked.