"Little fat man, is my junior brother's identity useful?"
There is a line of small words on the note, and the handwriting is ordinary. It is impossible to infer what kind of person the person who wrote it is from the handwriting...
And there was a smiley face drawn on the back...
The little fat man was holding the note, his arms were shaking and his face was almost turning green.
Master, this time I have met a real expert. This work is absolutely impeccable. The handwriting of the note is so ugly. Just pick it up on the street and you can write it like this. There is no charm or any uniqueness in it.
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When I look at people by words, I have no idea what kind of person they are.
And the smiley face pattern at the back is simply creepy.
After putting away the note and looking at the cloth bag in his hand, the little fat man's face became even more solemn.
He recognized this cloth bag. It was an ordinary coarse cloth bag. But here, it was only found in the small shop at the back that collected illegal goods. Because it had no distinctive features, no one would notice it if it was thrown on the roadside...
Thinking of this, a flash of surprise suddenly flashed across the little fat man's face.
Yes, it must be the guy in disguise before. It was him. I asked why he gave me a sense of déjà vu. It turned out that he had been following me and came to see me specially today. He even guessed my route and robbed me.
Come here before me so I won't guess he's following me!
That's it. How can ordinary people sell one hundred and twenty-eight low-level storage bags in one go? This is the brother of that damn thief, it's him! It's definitely him!
Normally, I still think that I am a peerless genius in this industry, unmatched by anyone in the younger generation. Unexpectedly, I have been followed for so long this time, and I don’t even notice it. I just feel a little familiar...
I'm afraid that, just like today, I have been passed by in front of others many times...
When the little fat man thought of this, he felt a little bad. It was as if he had been stripped naked and seen through. All the secrets were exposed under the eyes of the other party, without any hiding at all.
For a person like him, developing to this point means that he is dead.
The little fat man held the cloth bag and stood at the entrance of the alley. His face turned green and white for a moment, then he gritted his teeth.
"I'm going to die. Since this person is willing to show up, he must lead me there! Then there is room for negotiation!"
After muttering a few words to himself in a low voice, the little fat man took a deep breath, strode out, and followed the traces left by Qin Yang.
Within half an hour, the little fat man tracked Qin Yang's figure. Seeing Qin Yang walking into the branch of Wanyong Store, the little fat man couldn't help but be stunned...
After squatting outside and peeping for a while, the little fat man couldn't help but feel like he was standing high on a mountain...
This is the highest state of being a thief. There is no cover at all. Not only did he go to Wanyong Store, the most expensive store in Qinglin City, but he also spent money without blinking. How long did it take?
I got at least three hundred and third-grade spiritual stones when I got out...
Even the shopkeeper of this branch was alarmed and sent someone to give one-on-one shopping guidance. Three hundred and three spiritual stones, that’s thirty thousand first-grade spiritual stones!
When a thief reaches this level, even if Wanyong's shop is stolen now, there will never be any suspicion on him. It's really high.
The little fat man squatted outside and peeped, feeling ups and downs in his heart. He felt like he was reborn. For the first time, he discovered that a thief could still do this.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Qin Yang walking out of the branch of Wanyong Store, his face as heavy as water, and he walked straight down the road.
The little fat man's eyes flickered, as if he noticed that Qin Yang glanced towards him with a calm expression. It was very likely that he had been discovered...
However, in fact, this is not the case...
Qin Yang really didn't notice the little fat man this time. It wasn't that his face was calm, but his heart was bleeding.
I just spent more than three hundred and three souls like this. I made two profits before and after. The total is less than six hundred and three souls. I spent half of it in one go. How can I not feel bad?
As for why I came to Wanyong Store, I was forced to have no choice. In other places, the quality of elixirs varies, and sometimes waste elixirs are mixed with them, not to mention magic weapons. There are few varieties and high prices.
, the quality has not been guaranteed, and the magic weapon may be out of order at a critical moment.
I really had no choice but to come to Wanyong Store to buy the elixirs. The quality of the elixirs here is complete. In addition to the qi-nourishing pills that are taken during the qi-nourishing period, there is also a better Huangya Dan. Only Wanyong Store in the city sells it. A bottle of Huangya Dan.
There are only forty third-grade spiritual stones in Budan, which are quite expensive.
As for magic weapons, I don’t like low-level magic weapons. The starting price of mid-level magic weapons is only one hundred and three souls, and the slightly better ones are three to four hundred and three souls. I can’t afford it...
In the end, I could only buy five bottles of Huangya Dan, plus a bunch of the best materials for making talismans.
As for why the store owner was so enthusiastic, they simply regarded him as a real Talisman Master. It is said that it was because the Talisman Master Keqing who was in charge of Wanyong Company died a few days ago...
They are now worried about the supply of goods...
After all, someone who is willing to buy so many of the best materials is definitely not the kind of talisman master who just knows how to make talismans.
Qin Yang took a pile of materials and walked around in a circle, returning to "Brother Wang"'s small courtyard. He was preparing to make some talismans and seals, and then made some newly learned ink scrolls in case of emergency...
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"Dong dong dong..."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Qin Yang opened the door and saw that it was the kind-faced fat man he had seen before.
"Brother, I was wrong. I shouldn't have used your junior brother's name. Please forgive me. I have been yearning for the master's door for a long time and wanted to enter it for a long time, but I couldn't find where the mountain gate is. I was really confused...
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When the little fat man came up, he grabbed the prize. Qin Yang was stunned. What's going on?
Then I thought about it, did the thief I buried before really have a master? No wonder I didn’t think it was simple before.
"Let's talk when we come in." Qin Yang remained calm and expressionless, but suddenly he had an idea in his heart...
After the little fat man came in, he led the little fat man towards a room on the side.
There was a big lock hanging on the door. Qin Yang reached out and brushed the lock, then gently grabbed it, and the lock suddenly opened by itself. He threw the lock aside and Qin Yang stepped in.
A flash of understanding flashed across the face of the little fat man following behind.
"I have always heard that all locks are without keys as a rule of the sect. I didn't expect it to be true. Senior brother, your hand should be the legendary white horse hand. It is really like a white horse passing through the gap. It disappears in an instant. It's amazing.
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Qin Yang's expression did not change. After walking to the hut, he opened the fire inlet under the fire pit, swung his body, and looked like he had no bones. His figure plummeted in half, and he directly went in through the hole that was only one foot wide.
The little fat man behind him lit up his eyes and followed him in.
After the two of them entered, the little fat man discovered that there was an underground space below that was about the same size as the courtyard above. There was everything in it, but the exit was only one foot wide.
"Brother, my name is Zhang Zhengyi..." The little fat man opened his mouth to introduce himself, but Qin Yang suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him, then sat on his chair, holding a teacup, and looked at Zhang Zhengyi lightly.
"Let's talk first. Last night, the person from the Sanshan Gang was you, right? How much do you know about the map?"