After solving the taxi robber, Zuo Yi actually gained ten faith points.
This shows that this is not the first time the other party has been robbed with a gun, and there must be innocent blood on his hands.
In fact, when the taxi driver changed his driving route, Zuo Yi knew that he had malicious intentions.
So this person's fate is doomed.
After coming out of the secluded alley, Zuo Yi was not in a hurry to return to the main road. He walked forward slowly and calmly, as if strolling through this dirty slum.
Many local residents looked at Zuo Yi with curiosity or surprise, wondering why a foreigner would come here without a camera, unlike ordinary tourists or news photographers.
Many idle men squatting in the corner, smoking and chatting, stared at Zuo Yi with evil intentions, eager to get a vote.
But when they met Zuo Yi's eyes, they all felt inexplicable fear and shrank back tremblingly.
"Yeah, eh, eh..."
In front of the entrance of an alley, a thin old woman sat on the ground and stretched out her hand like a dead branch to Zuo Yi, saying something "ya ya ya".
She held a two or three-year-old little girl in her arms, and looked at Zuo Yi with a look of prayer in her eyes.
Zuo Yi stopped.
He squatted down in front of the old woman and reached out to touch the forehead of the sleeping little girl. He found that the girl was suffering from a high fever, with chapped lips and a bad complexion. Her body temperature was at least 39 degrees Celsius. The situation was very serious!
In such a situation, she should have been sent to the hospital long ago, but the old woman could only hold her and seek mercy from the people passing by.
"Auda Sorakada..."
The old woman clasped her hands together, her eyes filled with tears.
Although he couldn't understand her language, Zuo Yi could fully understand what she wanted to express.
Sighing secretly, Zuo Yi took out a bottle of anti-disease medicine from the space ring, opened the cork and brought it to the little girl's mouth, and fed her half of the bottle.
Zuo Yi put the remaining half bottle into the old woman's hand and motioned for her to drink it.
The old woman's physical condition is equally bad. If she doesn't get timely treatment, she won't live long.
The old woman holding the medicine bottle was stunned.
She hesitated for a moment, then followed Zuo Yi's instructions and drank the remaining half bottle of medicine.
Little did he know that the bottle of potion he and his granddaughter just drank was worth 200 million!
The medicine quickly took effect, and the little girl's body temperature returned to normal in an instant, her face was no longer gloomy, she groaned lowly, opened her eyes and woke up.
The old woman was so surprised that she hugged her granddaughter tightly and pressed her cheek against hers, with tears of joy streaming down her withered cheeks.
When she wanted to express her gratitude to Zuo Yi, she found that Zuo Yi had disappeared.
And in her hand, a roll of banknotes was stuffed into her hand!
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After walking through the long alley, the front suddenly opened up, and what appeared in front of Zuo Yi was an open-air market.
The market is very lively, full of people setting up stalls and shopping. Most of them are local indigenous residents, and there are also some curious tourists among them.
It was not dark yet, so Zuo Yi wandered around the market with great interest.
He stopped in front of a stall selling handmade wood carvings, pointed at a wood carving and asked, "How much does this cost?"
This wooden sculpture is about the size of a palm and is carved into a lifelike cute puppy. The material is similar to ebony.
Baoer will probably like it.
A cunning look flashed in the young stall owner's eyes, and then he raised a finger.
Zuo Yi smiled and took out a ten-yuan note from his pocket: "I bought it."
He knew very well the tricks played by the stall owners.
Seeing the banknotes Zuo Yi put on the stall, the stall owner's eyes suddenly widened and he hurriedly said in English: "One hundred, this has to be sold for one hundred summer yuan. If it doesn't sell for ten yuan, I won't sell it!"
"make a deal."
Without thinking, Zuo Yi took out another hundred-dollar bill and dropped it, then took the wooden sculpture of the puppy over.
In terms of its exquisite carving, one hundred yuan is already well worth the money, and its texture is a bit special, it doesn't feel like ordinary wood, maybe there is something special about it.
Zuo Yi is not an appraiser. He relies entirely on intuition to make judgments. Anyway, you can't lose money or be fooled if you buy for a hundred dollars.
But if he had offered a price of 100 yuan just now, the stall owner would 100% say that the product was worth 1,000 yuan!
Zuo Yi is very experienced in dealing with such cunning and deceitful people.
Now you can get it for one hundred yuan steadily.
After receiving the wood carving, Zuo Yi stood up and left without any regrets, not even the ten yuan he had just received.
The stall owner was a little dumbfounded.
His intuition told him that he might have made a loss on this business, and the loss was huge, and he might even ask Zuo Yi for a thousand yuan.
Or ten thousand?
But when he wanted to go back on his word and pursue Zuo Yi, Zuo Yi's figure had disappeared into the bustling crowd.
When Zuo Yi finished visiting the big market until dark, he had five or six interesting gadgets in his hands.
It can be considered an unexpected gain.
When night fell, he quietly left the market.
A few minutes later, Zuo Yi appeared on the roof of a nearby ten-story building.
At this time, Tyson City was already full of lights. Zuo Yi easily found the Dihao Hotel where he was staying. Its huge neon signboard was very eye-catching.
But the place with the most brilliant lights is not in the city of Thyssen, but in the Witch Temple on Mount Longge.
A series of colorful spotlights shot straight into the sky, making the huge temple complex extremely spectacular. I don’t know how much people’s money and money were squandered to build such a scene!
90% of the citizens of Leni country believe in the witch-god. The witch-god is divided into the great witch-god and the small witch-god. The great witch-god is the only righteous god. The indigenous residents have a history of belief in it for thousands of years.
The little witch gods are those powerful witch-god masters. The shaman-god masters consider themselves to be the servant gods of the big witch-god, and they also call themselves witch-gods to the outside world, and then accept the offerings and worship of believers.
The place where the big and small witch gods live is the witch temple. The establishment of a witch temple often requires the manpower and material resources of a province, countless money and decades of time to complete. It is unknown how many people's bones are buried underneath.
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But all believers believe that they cannot survive without the protection of the Witch God and the Witch Temple.
The shaman temple that Zuo Yi saw belonged to the great descendant master Ayuluo. Ayuluo was the master of Bai Nali and the patron saint worshiped by Baitni, the governor of Lanta Province.
Zuo Yi still doesn't know if Ayuluo is the last culprit he is tracking down, but the answer will be revealed soon.
After one last glance at the Witch Temple in the distance, Zuo Yi jumped down from the tall building, and his figure was quickly swallowed up by darkness.
With the cover of night, he quickly approached the Witch Temple on Longge Mountain! ——
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