Otherworldly Merchant

I took a cab and headed straight to the courier company. After the layers were wrapped, this can of old salt was mailed to Captain Huang, and a message was sent to him so that he could keep it safe for me until I got back.

There are three things you need to surrender to Taishan: double headed snakes, old salt, and golden lotus tar.

Li Mazi guarded in Chengdu, obtaining Jinlian scale was only a matter of time. Old salt had just been obtained. There was only snake venom left, but for the time being I had no clue.

After walking out of the delivery company, I randomly picked up a street shop and ordered a Xi 'an specialty snack, goat soup bubble, while eating, looking at the phone.

There are still no valuable clues in the circle, but there are a lot of people who are very active in helping me find them, and there are even 500,000 people who are offering a high price for a clue!

Looks like these are the people in Xi 'an who want to tie me up and do it.

I sent out a message: "Thank you for your help, old salt has been found, and now we're just short of a double headed snake. If the information is reliable, I'll bid 2 million. ”

As soon as the message came out, a great deal of congratulations followed.

The vast majority of these names, which I've never seen before, are supposed to be the guys in the hall yesterday.

I'm too lazy to look at it anymore. Turn off your phone and eat it with confidence.

After filling my stomach, I wandered around the street aimlessly and suddenly saw a banner hanging on the street. I was immediately shocked by the content above.

The content on the banner is nothing special, it just says tearful selling, the last five days left!

Today is the 18th of July in the Yin Dynasty, just five days away from the ultimatum given to me by the Apostle of Death.

As I was stunned, a deep-eyed Uyghur child ran up to me and spoke in a less proficient Chinese language: "Here you go.” He shook the envelope in my hand at me.

At first glance, the envelope said three words: Zhang Jiulin.

Is this the message that someone sent me?

I was just about to pick it up, and the kid shrunk back and reached out his other hand: “Ten bucks! ”

I pulled a $100 shake out of my wallet and the kid was happy to come and get it.

I also smoked back: "Tell me what the person who gave you the envelope looks like. This money is yours. ”

“Ma'am, long hair, big eyes, beautiful!” The child strokes, and he describes it with great effort.

Long hair, big eyes, is this the girl who delivered the death ultimatum?

I was hesitating, and the kid grabbed the money and threw the envelope and ran away, like he was afraid I'd regret it.

I looked around, and no one noticed me on the street, so I opened a letter in a quiet place.

There's a picture.

The photograph shows a snake, a double headed snake, covered in turquoise, two triangular heads, one on the left and the other on the right, throwing up a serpent messenger, looking around with great vigilance. The landscape next to it is yellow sand, because the view is too close to distinguish what it is.

In the upper left corner of the photo there is a time stamp on the camera itself, just yesterday!

I looked back, and there was a line of words on it: Achille.

Asher, what does that mean?

Name or place?

I checked my phone out somewhat suspiciously, a town under the Xinjiang Tower, right on the border with Kazakhstan.

So someone found a double headed snake there?

But who is this guy? Why not just tell me, but use such a special, suspicious approach.

Is this a trap? It was a trap that the Apostles had prepared for me.

Believe it or not?

Go, or not?

I was hesitant to pinch the envelope.

In the meantime, I suddenly noticed that the envelope was stamped, but that set of zip codes was very familiar: 15358.

Isn't that the number I remember before Kosher left?

Did he send this letter to me?

I took out my phone and checked the zip code of the Xinjiang Tower area, with no connection whatsoever to this set of numbers.

It doesn't look like it was an accident, it must have been Gao Sheng Chi's fault, but even if he didn't want to meet me directly, there should be countless ways to inform me. Why is it so mysterious?

Though I can't guess the mystery drug he sold in this gourd, since it's the message Kosheng Cold gave me, I naturally don't have any concerns.

I immediately took a taxi to the airport. With my last experience, I did not queue up at the security checkpoint this time. Instead, I walked directly into the security room and pulled out the 'special pass' and handed it to the person with the highest rank.

The policeman took a look at it with some surprise, and immediately stood up and pointed politely at the chair opposite him: “Please wait a moment.” He hurriedly pulled out his phone and walked out the door.

Looks like he went to ask for instructions from his superiors. After all, such documents are extremely rare, he has never seen them, and some cannot tell the truth. This is a big deal, and he can't handle it.

Soon he returned: “Please follow me. ”

I followed him out, and he walked a few steps closer to me, very respectfully whispered, “Leader, what instructions? ”

“I have to rush to Xinjiang Tower, please arrange a fastest flight for me. ”

“Yes!” he said as he led me through the hallway, pulling out the phone and making two consecutive calls.

One is to report to superiors, request coordination, and the other is to call the Airport Service for cooperation.

Five minutes later, I was already on the plane, and it was a specially arranged first class!

Not only is this guy much more mature and robust than the cop at the airport, but he's also very efficient.

After a few more flights, he finally arrived in the town of Asir at around 3 p.m. the following day.

Much like most towns and villages in Xinjiang, few pedestrians and few shops on the street, the letter just led me here, didn't tell me where to go next and who to look for.

At this moment, a motorcycle stopped in front of me.

The rider lifted his helmet and revealed a red-faced, deep-eyed Vi man. He looked at me carefully and asked with some confusion: "Dirty rescue? ”

He seemed to have misunderstood me, and he said it seriously again: "Mud shit to save him? ”

At this point, I finally understood that he was asking if I was Zhang Jiulin.

“Yes, I'm Zhang Jiulin. ”

Once confirmed, the man stopped talking and shook his hand directly in the back of the car, indicating that I would sit up.

Now that it's all here, I have nothing to be afraid of, so I just sat up.

The motorcycle flew forward and the next stone was engraved with 789 numbers, which seemed to be the number of the path.

I was going to ask him something, but this guy kept quiet, even though he ran off with enough horsepower.

Xinjiang is vast and a small town may be much larger than the municipalities directly under the Central Government in other provinces.

He kept running for four or five hours for half an hour, turned my back a little sour, and held a bubble of urine, just to tell him to stop for a minute, he suddenly braked.

Before I asked him anything, he pointed straight ahead.

I looked in the direction he pointed out.

There were three or five camels lying not far ahead, an old Vi man with a white beard and a gourmet hat, leaning half-witted against the camel with a smoking bag without a bite.

What's that supposed to mean?

Want me to switch camels?

This guy couldn't really ask anything, so I jumped, and nobody left or right, so I unwrapped my belt to find a place to poop, and then I walked toward the old man.