Putting the demon refining bottle in her pocket, Mo Li stood up and raised her left hand. The baby panda immediately transformed into a ring and put it on her finger.
He walked over and opened the door. Mo Li let Xu Zixiao into the room. He looked around again and found nothing unusual, so he went back to the room and closed the door.
"How about it?!"
"I have spoken according to your instructions!" Xu Zixiao whispered.
"Okay!" Li Li nodded lightly, "Hurry to Tianshui Street immediately. If you have any news, come to me at the old stage as soon as possible!"
"Yes!" Xu Zixiao agreed and ran out the door again. Mo Li took off the half-mask on his face, put the prepared ghost face on his face, put on the prepared black clothes, and picked up a bag in the room.
After only holding a wooden box, he closed the door and flew towards the Nancheng Grand Stage.
The cold wind was biting, but there were a lot of people crowded under the abandoned Nancheng Grand Theater.
These people include beggars in ragged clothes and gangsters in ragged clothes...
In short, they are all extremely poor guys who do not have a normal livelihood.
Lin Niu, who had a big waist and was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket with exposed cotton wool, sniffed and came to the side of a familiar gangster, "Xiao Qi, you're here too?!"
"Yeah!" The little thin man known as Xiao Qi shrank his neck in the cold wind, "I didn't expect so many people. By the way, do you have any news? Someone will really send us money, and it won't be us who are being deceived.
Already?!"
The ragged cotton-padded jacket rubbed his sore nose from the cold, "Fuck, suck, if it's fake, I'll give that kid a good beating next time I meet him!"
…
call!
In mid-air, a huge wooden box smashed down from the broken stage and landed heavily on the stage, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The wooden box fell on the table, and the lid immediately popped open, and the copper plates filled with coins rolled down onto the table, making a crisp sound.
Hearing that voice, everyone under the stage turned their eyes and looked at the copper coins on the stage that shone alluringly in the moonlight that filtered through the broken seats. Everyone's eyes lit up.
"Good boy!" Lin Niu raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "It's really money, someone really gives it to you!"
Under everyone's gaze, a slender figure flew down from the top of the stage like a ghost and landed on the side of the money box.
Wearing a black neck suit and a ferocious grimace mask on his face, no trace of his face could be seen. Even the eyes were equipped with mirrors made of dark crystal stones, making it impossible to see the eyes clearly.
This person is, of course, Mo Li.
Seeing Mo Li appearing like this, everyone present held their breath.
These guys were just market gangsters, thieves or beggars. They had never seen any real masters before. Mo Li's neat skills were enough to surprise them.
He bent down and grabbed a handful of copper coins from the wooden box, weighing it in his palm, and then slowly looked around at the people under the stage.
"Want it?!"
"Think!" Lin Niu shouted loudly.
When he took the lead, everyone started shouting.
"Want, want!"
Who doesn’t want money?!
What's more, the people who come here are all extremely poor and most in need of money!
Mo Li raised his right hand.
The whole place suddenly became quiet.
"You can come up to the stage and get what you want, but each person can only get one!"
"One copper coin is enough for what you can do, but it's not enough for me to buy a bowl of noodles!" A young ruffian dressed in a slutty manner muttered dissatisfiedly.