"Take your time, some things are too big to be rushed."
The stall owner leaned his back against the wall, using the straight wall to straighten his back. He gently leaned his head against the wall and looked at Caesar, who was doing an authentic Chinese squat in front of the stall, "The squatting posture is good, come on.
Have you had any special training since China?"
"The basic movement of the Chinese squat is to open your legs and knees, put your feet completely on the ground, and touch your hips to your ankles. Someone in school bet me that I can't do this movement because of the European body proportions and habits.
It goes against this squatting posture." Caesar raised his head and glanced at the stall owner while thinking, probably thinking about the probability that the person in front of him was a liar or a reclusive expert.
"I think that man must have lost miserably." The stall owner looked Caesar up and down and commented, "I have been in China for decades, and my squatting posture is probably not as authentic as yours."
"I learn things very quickly - you should know that you can't get the $2.5 million reward just by drawing pie and launching satellites."
"I am a businessman, and I know how to whet the appetite of customers in order to get the expected profits. But now it seems that the patience of customers is not very good?" said the stall owner.
He stared at Caesar, and Caesar looked at him. From those iron-gray pupils, Caesar couldn't see through anything. This man's experience was probably dozens of times deeper than he imagined. From such a
You can only get the information the other person wants to give you, and everything you derive from it may be misleading.
He is a difficult seller.
"I'm here to buy something. Since you said yes on the Internet, I will come with my bid. This is my sincerity. I don't like to beat around the bush. I like to pay with one hand and hand with the other."
Goods." Caesar decided to resolve tonight's matter as soon as possible. Compared with the other group of people, their side was already far behind due to the dealings in the past few days.
The stall owner looked at Caesar and shook his head, "You can only catch big fish by putting a long line."
"Sharks are also fish, and fishermen who catch too many fish at night will always encounter ghosts." Caesar said lightly, "You are not the first person to treat me as a fish."
"No, I don't think you are a fish, you should be the bait, and the line is not hanging on my end." The stall owner said quietly, "The information of the Dragon King and the secrets of the Moon, many people are coveting these shady things.
You don’t think that you are the only one looking for these secrets in such a big city, do you?”
"You mean someone is bidding on me?" Caesar frowned.
"It's not a matter of bidding. The basis of bidding is to have a relatively reasonable bid. The person who hung up the line put a frying pan on the shore, and after catching the fish, what was waiting for him was not a bucket, but a reconciled flour paste. What kind of bidding is this?
"The boss meant something, "In the eyes of others, you are not even qualified to bid."
Caesar suddenly woke up and understood the meaning of those words from those quiet iron-gray eyes. However, his posture did not change. Instead, he took the initiative to reach out and lower his head to pick up the ancient books on the floor and look at the goods.
With his movements, his sea-blue eyes looked left and right at the crowded ghost market in the darkness.
"Don't think that the name of the Gattuso family can shock everything. If you are in Europe, such as Italy, Gattuso symbolizes absolute majesty, but this is China thousands of miles away." The street stall owner said slowly.
I moved my body and squatted from the place against the wall. I did the same Chinese squat as Caesar. The scene of a German and an Italian squatting together in Chinese was quite interesting.
"An orthodox person?" Caesar finally realized that he was being followed. He had to say that his laxity in the hotel these days did give him the illusion that his self-exile in this mission was not successful.
People who are so paralyzed that they want to be paralyzed actually paralyze themselves.
"I didn't observe anyone following me on the way here." Caesar frowned slightly. His anti-reconnaissance awareness was among the best among his students in the two previous years, not to mention that his speech spirit was still a "scythe weasel".
On the way here, the field was in a state of expansion, and there was no sign of being followed at all.
"I can't blame you for not finding an extra tail. After all, this is not your home field. After all, the secret party's AI cannot play a role here. Skynet's authority is in the hands of other things. You have already been on it.
The watch list will trigger the alarm as soon as you leave the hotel." The street stall owner began to close the stall, stacking the ancient books on the stall one by one.
Caesar suddenly understood why he didn't realize that he was being followed. First of all, his Kamaita could indeed capture all signs of life activity within the range, but only if the thing following him was a living "person".
"It seems that Orthodox does have their own super artificial intelligence. I knew part of this information in advance, but I didn't expect that they would really be willing to allocate their computing power to me - I thought I had done enough superficial work these days.
." Caesar sighed.
"Who would be careless when it comes to the Dragon King? Orthodoxy has been keeping an eye on this Dragon King for a long time, and it is impossible to let others who airborne take the lead. The Secret Party's killing of the King of Bronze and Fire has already caused great dissatisfaction among Orthodoxy.
, Fortunately, the greatest legacy has been left in Baidi City, and the discordant voices within Orthodoxy have been suppressed. The resurrection of the King of Earth and Mountain is another God-given opportunity, and Orthodoxy cannot allow it to make the same mistake again."
"What should we do next?" Caesar dropped the ancient book he was pretending to read and asked directly, "Our deal hasn't been completed yet? Or are you ready to give up on the deal?"
"Did you just give up on the 2.5 million euro transaction? I expected you to be followed, otherwise why would the transaction be done here?" The stall owner rolled up the things on the stall and beat them.
Then he threw the knot into the corner, stood up and walked forward.
"You don't want anything?" Caesar looked back at the package in the corner and was a little confused.
"They are all cheap goods. If you want, you can go to Panjiayuan tomorrow. The goods there are more complete. By the way, this is for you." The boss handed a book to Caesar.
Caesar took it and glanced at the cover. It was an ancient book called "Tian Bian Di Chao". It was published by a private newspaper editor in Bei'an in 1626 (about May of the sixth year of Emperor Xizong's Tianqi in the Ming Dynasty).
Di Bao. The content focused on reporting on the Wanggong Factory explosion that occurred on May 30 of the same year (the sixth day of the fifth lunar month of Tianqi Bingyin).
"The only authentic product at the authentic version stall today, although it is a copy, it contains a lot more records about 'Kanyu' than the ordinary version. If you have been in contact with Orthodoxy, you should know what 'Kanyu' means," the boss said.
explain.
He took the time to look Caesar up and down, "Actually, I thought you would be very discerning and would pick this book when you came up. Who would have thought that I deliberately put it in the place closest to you, but you didn't even look at it, but went to
Learn how to arouse virility.”
"What aphrodisiac?" Caesar put away the ancient book and paused for a moment.
"The medical book you grabbed before, the essence of it talks about the art of intercourse and repairing the body's deficiencies - did you really just grab a random book? I just said that it is not like a young man of your age and with such excellent blood.
You look like you are in serious physical condition, otherwise your girlfriend would be so, um, fierce."
"I can grab a book at random. My Chinese skills are limited to daily reading, writing and listening, and I'm not good enough to browse ancient Chinese." Caesar's face was a little dark. If he had known it, he would have grabbed the "Huangdi Neijing" in the first place.
"Yes, he recognized the Yellow Emperor. He was the leader of the ancient Chinese tribal alliance and the co-leader of the Chinese nation in ancient China. He was the head of the Five Emperors. He was revered as the "first ancestor of humanities" in China. If he had grabbed that book in the first place, he would have been considered
Do you have the potential to be a leader? (I feel like a child drawing lots over the full moon)?
However, Caesar was not the kind of person who was too obsessed with other people's opinions of him. After a little depression, he walked side by side with the street stall owner into the crowd of the ghost market, and asked calmly, "This book you gave me
Is that what you posted on the hunter website to sell information about the Dragon King?"
"Do you know the inside story of the explosion at Wang Gong Factory?"
"I just heard that it seems that the gunpowder magazine exploded, causing an explosion with a radius of 750 meters and an area of 25 square kilometers, and caused huge casualties of more than 20,000 people."
"To be fair, the explosion of the gunpowder magazine alone is not enough to cause this phenomenon, let alone the gunpowder magazine a hundred years ago. It is recorded in "Tianbiandichao" that the huge sound spread for hundreds of miles, the sky became as dark as night, and the houses were turbulent.
A smoke cloud shaped like Ganoderma lucidum. A large stone lion weighing 15,000 kilograms was actually thrown out of the Xuanwu Gate of today. In the Chang'an Street area, heads fell from the sky from time to time. The dead and injured people were men, women, old and young, and many of them were naked."
The boss led Caesar through the complicated alleyways of the ghost market while lowering his head and telling ancient secrets from the past. The flashlight that flashed out of the corner of his eyes from time to time was the lantern in the historical corridor, following their steps against the current.
"Juxtaposed with this incident are the Death Hill Incident in India and the Tunguska Explosion in Russia. In fact, you can connect the relationship between these events with a little bit of thinking. Everyone in the know knows that the cause of the Tunguska Explosion is just the serial number 113.
The release of 'Rhine', in a world where the atomic bomb has not been invented, only the power of words and spirits can shock the world."
"You mean the Apocalypse explosion was caused by someone's spirit?"
"After the bizarre explosion in Wang Gong Factory, Emperor Zhu Youjian was forced to write "The Sin Has Been Revealed" in the future. Usually, it was when ancient emperors had problems in the court, the country suffered natural disasters, and the regime was in danger.
Introspection or review of one's own faults, a kind of oral or written document where the fault occurred. The mere explosion of the gunpowder magazine is not enough to make him do this. It can only prove that he cannot understand, or that he tried to understand, but failed.
Things happened." The boss paused and said, "For example, trying to prevent a noble first-generation species from ushering in a new life or something."
Caesar's eyes suddenly hardened.
"The record of 'Kanyu' in "Tianbiandichao" has the effect of finding the dragon's cave. If placed in the right hands, one can easily locate the complicated dragon veins in Bei'an. The Dragon King's lair will most likely be located in the dragon veins.
If you use this technique to find the Dragon King, it is only a matter of time." The boss said, "Selling this book to you for 200,000 euros is a huge sale. If it weren't for the fact that it was too difficult to sell, it wouldn't be cheap at all."
"Is it too difficult to sell or are you not planning to show your face in the first place? If you put this book on the table for auction, I think many people will be willing to pay a sky-high price to buy it. Something as magical as 'Kanyu' can even be counted
The above is inheritance, an inheritance that can find the heritage of dragons."
The boss didn't respond to Caesar's question. As he was walking, he suddenly turned around and squatted down to look at the ancient coins on the stall next to him. He touched two fine coins and looked at them with a flashlight. Caesar also followed the boss and squatted in front of the stall, lowered his head, and imitated the other man's example with his hands.
He put it in his sleeves, and at the same time he heard the sound of two strong and powerful heartbeats passing behind him.
An extremely cold wind blew through the alleys of the ghost market. As it passed by, almost everyone shivered. This was a conditioned reflex of the loss of body temperature. They looked around confusedly with flashlights, but all they could see was
Each other's blank faces.
"Don't let go of your sickle." The boss spoke without moving his lips and using ventriloquism techniques.
But he still said he was a step too slow. Caesar, who was always vigilant, had already released his Kamitachi. Just hearing the heartbeat brought back by Kamitetsu, Caesar had a creepy feeling.
The heartbeats of ordinary people are like the beating of a small leather drum, while the heartbeats passing behind are like the beating of a military drum. At the level of the subtle sound captured by the Kamaita, these two low and ferocious heartbeats are almost covered up.
All the ordinary heartbeats on this street are not the heartbeats that humans or hybrids can have. The last time he heard this kind of heartbeat was under the water of Baidi City - those weird and terrifying dragon guards.
"What?" Caesar suppressed his desire to go back and find out. He knew that he would be discovered if he turned back, so he could only pretend to be a treasure hunter in a ghost market.
"Retreat to your territory and don't let Kamama and Weasel travel back and forth. Although the wind monsters are very good intelligence assassins, their feet will get wet if they walk too much on the beach, and those who are good swimmers will drown."
At the same time that the ventriloquism reached Caesar's ears, the boss was actually bargaining with the stall owner. Finally, he paid for a few ancient coins, blew them hard a few times and put them into his ears to hear the sound.
Just as Caesar was about to say something, he immediately discovered that several of his wind monsters had completely lost contact, which meant that the released Kamamaitachi was actually destroyed. This is almost impossible to happen, but it will happen if it happens.
It means that the opponent has the ability to capture those wind demons and has reliable means to destroy the wind elves.
At the same time, this also means that his position has most likely been exposed. This made the muscles of his body begin to tighten while he was squatting in the crowd, and the golden pupils under his lowered eyes were quietly ignited. It was a pity that he was going out this time.
They came here for an intelligence transaction. Dictado was still in the Beetle, and it was too late to pick it up now.
But fortunately, I don't know if it was a ghost market. It was too dark, crowded and noisy. The two heartbeats only temporarily stopped, and then they continued to move forward, their footsteps persistent and firm, towards the target they were locked on.
The target went straight away, gradually moving away from Caesar and the stall owner.
When the heartbeat was so far away that he couldn't hear it, Caesar realized that he had broken out in a cold sweat, because he knew very well in his heart that the target of those two dangerous guys was him, and he had just exposed that he was there.
Nearby, but for some reason, the two guys still locked onto the wrong target and left in the wrong direction.
"Did you do it?" Caesar turned to look at the boss next to him.
"Well, the reliable Zhengde Tongbao, I didn't expect to have such a harvest." When the two terrible heartbeats were far away, the boss stood up. When Caesar was frightened, he was actually studying the stall.
The ancient coins on the screen were thrown into the pocket, "It's not me, but since they are gone, don't look back, don't look too much, those things are not something you can match now, but
I didn’t expect that Orthodoxy would release these things as spies. Could it be that something terrible happened over there?”
"What were those two things that passed by just now?" Caesar was persuaded and did not look back, trying to find the owners of the two fierce heartbeats in the sea of people. Just hearing the heartbeats made his heart skip a beat. It must be nothing. "
"people", but some dangerous "things".
"You'd better not know. Not many people know the true identity of those things. Most of them are dead. I only recognized them through hearsay. But the person you want to find actually fought with those things.
They met each other and escaped from their hands alive." The boss continued to take Caesar to walk around the ghost market. It was leisurely. There was no surveillance here, and there were many people and eyes. He wanted to find something specific here.
People are undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack, so it’s no wonder that the other person chooses to meet in a ghost market.
"Two hundred thousand dollars bought an ancient book about the Dragon King. Does this mean that the remaining piece of information is worth a full 2.3 million? I thought the value of the two pieces of information should be half and half." Caesar decided to take advantage of the situation.
It's safe to finish asking the questions you want to ask quickly.
In the background of the hunter website, the other party offered the price of two pieces of information at once. Unexpectedly, the first piece of information was now worth just over 200,000 yuan, not even a fraction of the second piece of information.
"It's related to risks. The worst result of selling your "Tianbian Dichao" is that you successfully find the Dragon King and then die in the hands of the Dragon King. No matter how stingy the Gattuso family is, they will never trouble me. After all,
The reason they let you come to Bei'an is so that you can find the Dragon King first and make contributions. On the contrary, I helped you, so there is basically no risk." The boss said,
"But the information about Mu Yue is different. In the orthodox world, talking about information related to the moon is always a fatal matter. Regarding everything about the moon, the orthodox old guys will always respond with the utmost
With an extreme attitude, there are very few desperate people who would be interested in the secret of 'Yue', and you are one of the few - I think you must be searching for some related terms on the Internet, right? Orthodox
It's very possible that Kyushu has already been watching your every move, so I think there is an explanation for the two troublesome people who came just now."
"I just searched on the Internet for the 'Jinlou' you mentioned. You said that 'Mu Yue' hid in the 'Jinlou' after defecting from orthodoxy. What exactly is that 'Jinlou'?"
"Aren't you afraid that I'm just lying to you? Matters related to 'Yue' will always be the orthodox top secret. Why would I, a little-known little character on the hunter website, have information about 'Yue', or even that paragraph?
The traces of the 'Muyue' that was buried, no longer mentioned even within the orthodox circles, and listed as taboo?"
"Intuition." Caesar gave an unexplainable answer.
"Then before we proceed with the intelligence transaction, I want to ask you one more question, why are you so curious about the whereabouts of 'Mu Yue'?" The boss glanced sideways at Caesar, who was traveling with him, with an intriguing look in his eyes, "'Mu Yue'
That period of history has always been a very sensitive topic within Orthodoxy. I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who know about this matter. Most of them have been silenced. Only a few are strong enough and involved.
People who are not familiar with the matter may know some inside information, but Mr. Caesar, you are definitely not included in this. How do you know about Mu Yue, and how do you know that she is not dead?"
"This should be a private matter. You are an information dealer and you shouldn't ask so many questions." Caesar replied calmly.
"Didn't I say before that the risk of selling this information is very high? I have to know what will happen after you find 'Mu Yue', and I have to be mentally prepared to pack up and run away." The boss said.
"I just heard that every 'moon' is just an 'ordinary person' before becoming a 'moon'." Caesar said slowly.
After hearing what he said, the boss looked at Caesar with a strange look. He didn't know whether it was admiration or pity. In the end, he just nodded and said, "I understand, I will take you to the 'Golden Building', but in the end you can
Not being able to see Mu Yue is not something I can decide."
They walked out of the ghost market and came to the Beetle where Caesar was parked. The boss turned to look at Caesar who took out the key and was a little surprised, "I thought young people like you would drive super sports cars when they go out, no?
To think that you are such a nostalgic person!"
"If you have other transportation vehicles, I don't mind getting in your car." Caesar put down the car keys and shrugged, indicating that he would do as he pleased.
"Okay." The boss thought for a moment, took out the car key from his pocket and pressed it. A sleeping beast at the corner of the street flashed its dazzling golden eyes.
Caesar turned to look at the Mercedes-Benz key in the boss's hand and was a little surprised, "I thought people of your age would take a rickshaw when going out."
The street stall owner showed Caesar a funny expression and led him towards the Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG that blended into the night at the corner of the street.
At this moment, on the uninhabited alley that forked on the other side of the ghost market, two black figures stopped. They came to the end of the forked alley away from the ghost market, with the dark night above their heads.
, there are no lamps, only the afterglow of the lights in the distance of the city falls on the bricks and tiles of the red walls of the old eaves.
The noise and noise of the ghost market were left far behind. In front of them where they stopped, in front of the mottled wall with no way out, stood a young man with blond hair in a decent suit, quietly waiting for their arrival.
Patsy Gattuso took back the domain he had released. His pupils were of different colors at some point. One was as bright and dark blue as the sea, and the other was a terrifying golden color. The two pupils were staring at him.
The two black figures that were attracted gently shook their right hands and grasped the hilt of the fallen alchemy sword "Augustus".
He activated the alchemy field of this sword with his bloodline, and the transparent film splashed around like mist, shrouding his figure as blurry as rain and mist. This was a signal for battle. It was rare for him to speak before starting the battle.
, has already revealed his dangerous bloodline, and has revealed it as one of his sure-fire trump cards.
When he saw the two dark figures coming from the opposite side, he roughly knew that this was going to be a tough battle. If he was not handled carefully, even he might lose the battle or even be in danger of his life.
"Good evening, gentlemen." Patsy said gently to the two "people".
But the two uninvited guests who were attracted by him did not treat them politely. They just walked towards him silently, like biting ghosts. The two pairs of strange golden eyes as deep as brown blood were in the dark alley.