The driver glanced at Chen Ping in surprise, but did not say anything more, and instantly started the car and ran into the air.

Chen Ping, who was sitting in the back row, took out the communicator and sent a message to Fang Ya, Nalan and Heihu, informing him that he had left the Ancestral Dragon Realm and would have a chance to meet again in the future.

I don’t know if they could receive this message. After sending the message, Chen Ping turned off the communicator and threw it into the ring.

After looking at the densely packed tall buildings with metallic luster outside the window, and the neon signs that were not very dazzling in the sunlight, Chen Ping sighed.

If the journey goes smoothly, maybe I can see them again before the next time the Star Gate opens, but if there is not enough time, it can be considered a farewell forever.

The car stopped in an old city southeast of the city.

"A total of 130 star coins."

Chen Ping took out the communicator of a person in the Moon Worshiping Sect that he had obtained before and transferred the money.

Fortunately, the communicators of those people are relatively low-level, and there is no security system, so they will not automatically destroy all messages after the host dies.

The communicator of Fengliuyue turned into a pile of scrap iron.

At noon, I didn’t know if the bar was open, so Chen Ping pushed the door and walked into an old bar with light signs.

"During the closing period, it will be closed, please go back."

A thin bartender is wiping the bar.

"I'm not here to drink."

Chen Ping was also wondering, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a regular bar, and you can take a gamble.

Chen Ping avoided the sweeping robot, came to the bar, pressed his hat and whispered: "I want to get a communicator."

The bartender said calmly: "Sir, we are a regular bar."

But after the bartender heard Chen Ping's words, his hand paused for a moment, and this detail was captured by Chen Ping.

"What about this?"

Chen Ping smiled and took out a piece of mitral the size of a fist, and continued to lower his voice.

After working for so long, I have never seen anyone trade precious metals directly.

"Please wait, I'll call the boss."

After saying that, the bar pressed a button below the bar.

After a while, a tall and strong man walked out of the elevator. The man looked fierce and said to the little bartender, "Xiao Li, I'm going to ask me to come down and have something urgent?"

"Boss, this person has business to do."

The tall man noticed the mysterious man wearing a hood and sitting at the bar without saying a word from the beginning, walked up and asked, "What do you want to buy this customer?"

Chen Ping turned his head and looked at the man with a fat face and said, "I want a communicator that records my information."

After saying that, he pushed the mitral lying quietly on the bar.

A mitral of this size can be at least two kilograms, at least 500,000 star coins.

A new communicator is only a few tens of thousands of star coins.

The man grinned and said, "Sir, come with me."

The man took Chen Ping into the elevator. After pressing the button several times in succession, the elevator walked towards the second floor that was not displayed.

It was like a small processing plant. The boss took Chen Ping to the deepest part and said to a thin man wearing glasses: "Help him make a communicator."

The man rummaged through the glove box a few times, found a communicator that looked quite new, and said to Chen Ping: "If you want any information, fill it out yourself."

Chen Ping stepped forward and briefly recorded his information, but did not cover it up too much.

After the information was entered, the man actually entered the information database and put Chen Ping's information in.

"It's over."

The man handed the communicator to Chen Ping.

The boss did not take Chen Ping to stay for a long time. Instead, he wanted to exchange the information about his communicator with Chen Ping, but Chen Ping refused and had to say, "Sir, do you have any more needs in the future? You can come to me again."

Chen Ping nodded and walked straight out.

He was just a formality in this Baize territory. This was his only way to go to the first continent. A communicator would make things easier.

So now I need a transportation tool. Chen Ping found a remote alley and transferred all the money from several communicators.

Looking at the eight-digit number in his communicator, Chen Ping grinned and said, "You can buy a high-end car that Muchi mentioned."

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Chen Ping found a roadside restaurant and sat in, ordered two dishes to fill his stomach. Inadvertently, he heard a table next door drinking a dazed person saying, "This forbidden area is also closed, and the Holy Son of the Moon worship meeting is also dead. When will he fall down when will the Moon worship befall?"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful that you will lose your head."

The man was quite sober and helped the drunk man out.

What is the origin of this worship of the moon? Chen Ping remembered the powerful Feng Liuyue and the "Nine Yin Jue" he got from him.

At this time, a silver-gray tiger-patterned cat jumped on Chen Ping's leg. Except for the extremely long tail and a sarcoma at the top, the cat was not much different from the cats on Earth.

The cat turned over and rubbed Chen Ping with pleasure. Chen Ping also found it funny and grabbed its head with his hands. However, the cat turned over and jumped onto the table. After seeing a fish, he wanted to have a first-rate product.

"Ni Ni!"

The little girl in a yellow dress ran out.

Seeing the cat on Chen Ping's leg, he hurriedly came up and carried the cat away and apologized: "I'm very sorry, my cat is ignorant, so please forgive me."

After saying that, the little girl ran away quickly, and Chen Ping didn't care too much.

After a while, the girl walked towards Chen Ping with a cup of soup with rich spiritual energy.

"Sir, this is my secret pharmaceutical soup, please forgive me."

After saying that, she glanced at the busy hotel owner and the boss lady.

I guess this girl is the daughter of the hotel owner.

Chen Ping said: "I accepted it with good intentions. I want to ask you something, what kind of existence will the Moon Worship be."

The girl's face changed and she ran away in silence.

Chen Ping frowned, could this moon worship be so terrifying?

After a while, the boss came over and said with an apology: "The little girl's reaction was a bit too extreme just now. Please forgive me."

"It's okay."

"Sir, you are from a foreign country, you will have no idea about this worship of the moon."

The boss pulled a stool and sat down, carefully observing whether there were suspicious people around him.

"This moon worship will stop the children from crying here."

"They acted without any conscience?"

Chen Ping was a little puzzled. In this peaceful and prosperous era, the Moon Worship Club dared to be so rampant?

"Sir, I don't know that the Moon Worship Club was not like this when they were first established. At that time, people were rushing to let their children join the Moon Worship Club."
Chapter completed!