Hu Huan said softly: "Because you have the only spiritual spring eye in the world!"
Mostima suddenly burst into laughter. Although he didn't know whether Hu Huan had a spiritual spring eye in his hand, would a person who was willing to exchange the spiritual spring eye with him lack the water of the spiritual spring?
This is not a question, but a rhetorical question.
Elizabeth's blue eyes lit up and she said, "I also want the water from the spiritual spring. I wonder what the price is?"
If the Bai family brothers and sisters heard this sentence in the hot springs filled with Lingquan water, they would definitely have such ungrounded questions as "What money?"
Mostima said with a smile: "One ton..."
Elizabeth was surprised: "It won't take that much!"
Mostima immediately changed his words: "One kilogram costs six hundred thousand dollars."
Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief, the price was quite acceptable.
Hu Huan and Ma Chengwu both decided to wait until Elizabeth was offline before discussing business with Mostema. The price was too shady.
The price Ma Chengwu can accept is US$600,000 per ton.
The price Hu Huan can accept is including postage.
The water from the spiritual spring is not valuable. He has eleven spiritual spring eyes in his hand. Mostima only needs to transport some liquid in, and it doesn't matter whether it is the water from the spiritual spring.
Mostema knocked on the table, regained his seriousness, and said, "Old friend, I need your help."
"I stayed at level three for too long."
He glanced at Ma Chengwu and said: "Although Enzo went behind my back and made many attempts in private, he is still far away from success. Even if he works hard for another hundred years, he will not be able to see through the fourth level of our system.
Secret, I believe in you even more, after all, you were our support back then."
Ma Chengwu wanted to refute that he had actually taken away Juju, but his final research still hit a dead end. Ma Chengwu didn't know Hu Huan's identity, but he knew that every veteran, deacon, and commander of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers had their own
Unmatched wisdom and experience, I believe Mostema is right about this kind of thing, so he remained silent and wanted to know what Hu Huan's reaction would be.
Mostima made a formal request, and Hu Huan pondered slightly and said, "I don't have a clue yet, but I can compile a note for you."
Mostima was in a good mood. Of course he knew how valuable the notes compiled by Hu Huan were. They were the wisdom of the veterans of the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers. As the commander of the army, he did not have permission to read them. He could only get the compiled twelve new laws.
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Hu Huan added another sentence and said: "Things back then were really bad. Although the times have changed, armies from other worlds have invaded, and there are many fourth-level alien monsters, which can provide you with sufficient materials, and there is no need to hunt them.
A human professional. I still don’t want this note to be circulated too much, so please promise me that it will only be read by reliable people.”
Mastema sighed quietly. Of course he knew how terrifying the Netherworld Sect was back then, and how many outrageous things the Soul Sect had done.
The reason why Hu Huan didn't want to care about it was not only that he was the founder of the Netherworld Law, but also because he missed the old relationship and he, Mostema, had never offended this elder.
Even when he was at his craziest, Mostima did not blame any of the senators. The conflict between him and Sun You could not be said to be entirely his fault.
He solemnly replied: "I can guarantee that the upper echelons of the Soul Sect will never use human professionals again. As for the low-level newcomers, they are so lawless that I can only deal with them afterwards. I dare not say anything.
Their movements must be restricted."
Hu Huan understood what Mostima meant. The same was true for the Taiping Heavenly Soldiers back then. The younger the newcomers, the more energetic and unscrupulous they were. Most of the people who practiced the Netherworld Technique back then were the new generation.
For example, Ma Chengwu has almost no friendship with Hu Huan, Zhou Qiusheng and other old Taiping soldiers, and they can only be regarded as familiar with each other.
Although Mostima is the nominal founder of the Soul Sect, he cannot control all the believers. He can only ensure that the oldest group of people are obedient.
After the four people exchanged information, Hu Huan had nothing to say and was about to exit the conference room. The mysterious figure in the third seat to his right slowly raised his head, showed a smile, and said hello: "Dear elders.
Friends, you are so interested."
This man in a black high satin top hat is dressed like an old British gentleman. He looks very young, has no beard on his mouth, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and has a cane leaning beside the seat, making him look polite.
He is very young, but his appearance is very old-fashioned, just like a scholar from one or two hundred years ago who only studied science in universities and never got involved in society.
Ma Chengwu was only slightly surprised, and Elizabeth was a little excited. She really didn't expect that someone else would join.
Hu Huan and Mostima were shocked together. They shouted in unison: "Seymour! Are you not dead yet?"
The young gentleman gradually regained his body's flexibility. He gave a few people a gentle smile and said, "Cursing someone else is not dead is not a good conversation starter."
Hu Huan knocked on the table and whispered: "Aren't you Seymour?"
The young gentleman glanced at Hu Huan, smiled slightly and said, "Hu Sheng, you guessed wrong."
Hu Huan couldn't help but slightly doubt whether he had guessed wrong, but this ancient name alone could not make him feel relieved.
Among the thirteen Taiping veterans, Seymour is also an extremely mysterious person.
No one knows which fundamental method he has. Like Hu Huan, this person is well-versed in hundreds of schools of thought and has also participated in the creation of many new methods. However, unlike Hu Huan, he often becomes involved at a certain moment soon after he participates.
Suddenly I got bored and drifted away, and then I never got involved in research work again.
What Hu Huan was most angry about at that time was that no matter what new law he participated in the establishment of, Seymour never refused to invest. Although he usually dressed exquisitely, lived luxuriously, like an aristocrat, and looked like a high-quality human male, he was actually a poor man.
Hu Huan borrowed money hundreds of times but never paid it back.
Mostima said unceremoniously: "Seymour, since you are not dead, please pay back the money you owe me."
"I have an IOU here!"
Mostima picked up a suitcase and opened it. It was packed with IOUs.
Hu Huan said in surprise: "He actually owes you so much money? At first, Seymour said that he only had a good relationship with me and was embarrassed to borrow money from others."
Mostima blurted out, "He told me the same thing."
Seymour was targeted by two major creditors, but he was still elegant and without any panic, said Youyou: "I'm sorry, my father is dead. I am little Seymour. It is the account of the elders, so let it rot like history.