Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao looked in the direction of Jin Kemu's finger and saw the black travel bag they used to pack the gun when they went to the ghost market lying on the ground.
Zhang Zihao exclaimed: "Damn! How could I have forgotten this? If someone gives me some of this, it will really be enough for us three to drink a pot."
Jin Kemu smiled bitterly and said: "That's not true. The mountain wind was carrying us in a hurry. Before I could deal with these guys, I was swept back by a gust of evil wind. There are now six guns and more than a hundred rounds of ammunition inside.
and four grenades, which are enough to rob a bank. I am worried about this, what do you think I should do?!"
Zhang Zihao blinked and said to Miao Qiang: "What do you think about taking these guys with us when we go to the 79th Bureau to report tomorrow? Let him be handed over to Zhang Jianmin, okay?"
"No!" As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Kemu and Miao Qiang replied in unison.
"Why not?"
"You are stupid. The guns that Lao Jin got are all old guns. Who knows if anyone has used them to commit crimes before."
"How about fixing it?"
"If it doesn't work out, I'll have to go to the ghost market again tonight."
Jin Kemu nodded at the side and said: "I think so too. I still have a bunch of road talismans here. When we get to the ghost market, find a place where no one is around and bury them. There shouldn't be any problem."
"Ghost market, holy shit! How could I forget it!" Miao Qiang suddenly jumped up from his chair and ran out quickly.
Shaoqing, I saw him running back with a military kettle. After closing the door of the shroud shop, Miao Qiang unscrewed the lid of the kettle. After a gust of cold wind, Xiong Wanshan floated out of the kettle.
After Zhang Zihao saw clearly that it was him, he said with a smile: "Why did you forget this old ghost? What should I do now? This old guy must have committed a crime in the underworld, so he hid in the ghost market without any care.
Now that we have taken it out of the ghost market, it will definitely get into trouble. How about..." At this point, Zhang Zihao made a gesture of wiping his neck.
After hearing this, Xiong Wanshan knelt down on the ground with a bang, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "You three gentlemen, please be kind to me. I am a lonely and wild ghost who is not accepted by the evil forces and the world is not tolerated. I am pitiful enough. Please also ask you."
Please be generous and let me live!"
Miao Qiang knew that Zhang Zihao was foolish enough to scare this old ghost again. However, he did not say anything. Looking at Xiong Wanshan who was kneeling on the ground, Miao Qiang frowned and said, "Tell me, what did you commit in the underworld?"
Why would you hide in a ghost market?"
After hearing this, Xiong Wanshan said with a playful smile: "Actually, it's not a big deal. I just bought some Yin Soul Pills from the Yin Division to the Ghost Market to sell, and I made the difference in price."
"Yinhun Dan? What is that?" Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao asked at the same time.
Before Xiong Wanshan could answer, Jin Kemu sneered from the side and said: "What you said is easy, old guy. The Yin Soul Pill is made from Yin Soul. A Yin Soul with a high level of cultivation can make a Yin Soul Pill. A Yin Soul with a low level of cultivation,
It takes at least three or five to make one. Ghost cultivators can improve their strength in a short time after taking it. However, refining the Yin Soul Pill requires killing a large number of Yin Souls, so the Yin Division has ordered a ban on refining this pill more than a hundred years ago.
Dan. Moreover, the Yinhun Dan is listed as a forbidden object. If any Yinhun ghost cultivator dares to refine it privately, he will be severely punished once discovered!"
Xiong Wanshan nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, this man is right. It was precisely because the Yin Division wiped out a group of ghost cultivators who secretly refined the Yin Soul Pill, that I had no choice but to hide in the ghost market."
Zhang Zihao sighed at this time: "They are all ghosts, but in order to improve their own strength, they made pills of the same kind and swallowed them. Do you think this person has lost his humanity after becoming a ghost after death? He has become crazy and heartless.
Bottom line?!"
Miao Qiang sighed: "What you said is wrong. Human beings are different, and ghosts are also different from each other. Among the living people in this world, are there not those who are crazy and have no bottom line?"
Zhang Zihao lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and said, "You are right, we have met such a silly bitch in the past two days."
Xiong Wanshan, who was kneeling on the ground, saw Zhang Zihao lighting up a cigarette, so he stretched his neck and greedily inhaled the smoke.
At this time, Jin Kemu's eyes changed when he looked at Xiong Wanshan. He took out three cigarettes, lit them, then put the filter end down and stood on the table, and said to Xiong Wanshan: "Get up, I'm a little nervous when I sit here."
I want to talk to you."
Xiong Wanshan's face lit up with joy, he rushed to the table, put his head to the butts of three cigarettes and started sucking hard.
Jin Kemu smiled slightly when he saw this, then straightened his face and said, "I'll give you two choices now. First, notify the ghost messenger to come over and take you back to the underworld for trial."
Xiong Wanshan's body trembled after hearing this, and the smoke he had just breathed into his mouth and nose was instantly sprayed out, choking him and making him cough.
Jin Kemu smiled "hehe" and said, "Don't panic, there is a second option, that is you help us."
Xiong Wanshan said with a bitter look on his face: "Do I have any other choice?"
Jin Kemu said with a smile: "You are a wandering ghost with no foundation in the ghost market. You are drifting like duckweed. You can neither receive incense offerings nor have any source of income. Your life must be difficult, right?"
Jin Kemu's words directly touched Xiong Wanshan's pain points, and he could only see him complaining and sighing with a desolate face.
Jin Kemu continued: "Don't worry, we won't let you do it in vain. We won't let you do anything dangerous. How about it? Have you thought about it?"
Xiong Wanshan said with a wry smile: "What do you want me to do for you?"
Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao also looked at Jin Kemu with puzzled faces at this time, and Jin Kemu smiled and said: "What you are asked to do is very simple. I will get you a large amount of money later, and then send you back to the ghost market."
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After you return to the ghost market, buy a shop in the most prosperous area. Remember, it must be in the most prosperous area. Money is not a problem. If it is not enough, I can burn it for you at any time. I can get as much money as I want.
Seeing that I don’t have anything in my shop, after your shop is set up, you can take whatever you like and put it all in the shop in the ghost market to sell. But you have to remember one thing clearly, these things do not charge ghost coins.
, can only be replaced with other items.
There is no limit to the types of items that can be replaced. Treasures and treasures from the underworld, the yang world, and the demon cultivator are all acceptable. As for your remuneration... I will burn you one foot high and 100 million denominations of ghost coins every month. If you do
Well, your salary will be doubled!”
Xiong Wanshan couldn't believe his ears. He never dreamed that he would encounter such a good thing. What is the concept of an income that is one foot high every month? Stacks of 100 million denomination coins are one foot high.
, how much does this cost?
In the past, he worked hard for a year and could not earn a few big bucks, and he often had one meal but no next meal. Now suddenly someone said that they would provide him with money to open a shop, and they would also give him a huge reward every month.
, which made him a little excited and crazy.
However, he was excited, but he was not carried away by the excitement, and asked tentatively: "Is it that simple?"
Jin Kemu said with a "hehe" smile: "Of course, opening a shop is only one aspect. I also want you to collect intelligence secretly. The content of the intelligence is not limited, and the direction is not limited. I want to know everything that happens in the ghost market.
I have a stack of road talismans here. You can report information to me every other week and hand over the replacement materials. Of course, the time in the ghost market and the Yangshi are not synchronized. You can just report your work to me according to the time calculation in the Yangshi. If
If you encounter an emergency, you can come to me and report it at any time. You don’t have to use the road guide charms. I have plenty of them. If I run out of them, I’ll give them to you.”
At this time, Xiong Wanshan began to look at the products in the shroud shop, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as he looked at them. It can be said that there are all kinds of things in the shop, including paper-made cars, bungalows, and villas. These things are hot commodities in the ghost market.
The ghosts living in the ghost market may not be able to buy them even if they have money. Especially the paper-tie beauties. In addition to the traditional ones, there are also many foreign girls. Xiong Wanshan's mouth watered when he saw them.
I saw that he said with some pity: "These good things are of great value. Are you sure you won't charge money and will only replace them?"
Jin Kemu said angrily: "Damn, I'm the one who prints the underworld coins. I can get as many as I want! I'm still short of their three melons and two dates!"