Secret Buyer-Chapter 304 - 232: The Ancestor of Land Immortals Takes the Fall
The monk in white stood up, holding a vajra pestle made from the thigh bone of a young girl, glowing brightly in his hand.
"I have prayed to the Great Black Heaven, and He nodded to me," the monk said blandly. "We can set off now."
Another great monk smiled as he stood, as four women formed a lotus platform of flesh and clung around him,
with two Mingfei embracing his arms, their skin pierced by bone fragments, still bleeding.
From a distance, this bizarre and horrifying scene carried a unique beauty.
"Compassion, compassion!"
The two in the Innate Realm sighed in unison, walking side by side, exiting the temporarily constructed underground palace.
......
Black Market.
Thoughts returned to reality.
The crowd was bustling and noisy.
"Since you can’t provide a prize."
Zhang Fusheng looked up at the motionless old man at the chess stall, his eyes full of fear, and picked up the dark red chessboard on the ground.
He said quietly:
"Let’s use this as compensation?"
The old man had also been released from the Divine Realm, his throat making a hoarse sound, utterly unable to move.
A strand of Zhang Fusheng’s Divine Thought pierced like a nail into the old man’s Soul True Spirit, taking control of his body.
"Let’s go."
Amid the surrounding crowd’s uproar,
the young man stood up,
and Zhou Tian’Er, who had been waiting impatiently, brightened his eyes.
Finally, he wasn’t dawdling.
He licked his lips, feeling excited, thinking this guy is probably a big fat sheep, casually throwing out twelve hundred souls!
Slaughtering three fat sheep at once...
"Boring." Li Yiyi pouted and said, "I thought there’d be something good... how’s it just a broken chessboard?"
Luo Cheng also shook his head, feeling annoyed.
"It’s okay, there’s some gain, this might just be a treasure."
Zhang Fusheng smiled and tapped the chessboard, making a clear sound, then said:
"I’m planning to leave the black market, what about you two?"
"We’ve also achieved our aim." Li Yiyi nodded in thanks, and the few of them walked out from the crowded mass,
the crowd also began to disperse, the old man at the chess stall unable to give the deserving prize, naturally no one gathered or watched anymore.
Moreover...
The old man’s chessboard was also gone!
The bald old man sat alone on the slippery, moss-covered metal pipe, motionless.
He couldn’t move at all.
His Essence, Qi, and Spirit were nailed by a strand of Divine Thought, unable to move, unable to pray or send thoughts to the Ancestor of Land Immortals,
he could only sit in a meditative, ascetic manner, waiting, waiting.
Despair surged in his heart.
......
Leaving the underground black market.
The wind swept by, the tiles on the small buildings on both sides clattered, the cold chill of late autumn was even more piercing than the harsh winter.
The alley was silent, only faint silhouettes flickered at the alley ends east and west, with the scurrying rats and wild cats vanished.
Time to slaughter the sheep.
Zhou Tian’Er calmly placed his fingers on his lips, ready to whistle.
Li Yiyi suddenly spoke:
"Brother Zhang, we’ll take our leave first, heading to the Great Wilderness outside the city, and will get in touch when we return."
At this moment, she also recognized that Brother Zhang is not simple—someone who could casually throw twelve hundred souls, only having four games of chess, couldn’t be ordinary?
Not everyone is as wealthy as her.
Luo Cheng said, smiling:
"Brother Fusheng, if you encounter anything, feel free to contact us, we can’t promise much, but if it’s a problem money can solve, we can help."
The man ready to whistle silently lowered his fingers.
Brother Zhang.
Brother Fusheng.
Combined that is... Zhang Fusheng?
Cold sweat appeared on his forehead, was it the same name?
The man paused silently, stealthily took out his phone, opened the Chongyang Public Security Bureau’s official website, and clicked inside.
The latest notice there was from over a month ago, regarding the new Director General Zhang Fusheng’s profile.
Yes, there were naturally photos.
The man glanced at the photo, looked at the smiling ’big fat sheep,’ silently put his phone back in his pocket, and stood straight.
Zhang Fusheng glanced at the man, then looked at Li Yiyi and the others:
"I also have some reputation in Chongyang, likewise, that same phrase, if you two encounter trouble, feel free to come to me, additionally..."
He pondered for a moment, then continued:
"There’s a rebel army now in the wilderness, so many places outside are set up with checkpoints, it’s hard to pass through, here’s what."
Zhang Fusheng went to a small shop nearby, bought paper and pen, pondered a bit, then wrote two big characters.
Both permitted.
He then added his name in the corner, shook the paper, and handed it over.
"What’s this?" Li Yiyi confusedly took it, the man standing straight took a peek and drew a sharp breath internally.
Zhang Fusheng chuckled:
"With this note, you two can pass through the wilderness."
Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng looked at each other, was it real??
The former chuckled:
"Like a decree?"
Zhang Fusheng laughed and said:
"Not much different."
Li Yiyi thanked him, then with a teasing smile, tucked the note into her bosom; she knew it was a joke.
"Then Brother Zhang, Sister Dongxi, we’re going now?"
"Safe travels."
Zhang Fusheng said warmly, casting a light glance at the tattooed Zhou Tian’Er, who shivered violently, showing a flattering, fawning smile.
As for those crooked thoughts?
They had long dissipated completely.
The bitterness in his heart was immense.
"To leave the city, go that way, quickly." Zhang Fusheng pointed eastward down the alley, watching the trio depart, and remained standing quietly.
"Junior Brother?" Lin Dongxi asked, confused: "What are you..."
