Sure enough, a woman’s heart is like a needle in the sea!
Mu Fan pulled Xia Yuqing out of bed, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and carried her into the bathroom.
Then he brushed Xia Yuqing's teeth with his left hand, and brushed his own teeth with his right hand.
Xiao Xiao laughed when he saw this: "Just spoil Xiaoya!"
"Why don't you just give her a bath!"
Mu Fan blinked his big, pure eyes: "I just washed them last night."
Xiao Xiao's face turned dark when he heard this, and he had the urge to stab Mu Fan to death with a toothbrush.
Suddenly, she frowned and said, "Xiaofan, why is there a bruise on your neck?"
Hearing this, Mu Fan opened his collar and took a look, it was indeed!
A long and thin bruise surrounded Mu Fan's neck, like a strangulation mark!
Mu Fan moved his neck, feeling a little sore and numb: "It's okay, maybe it was left behind during the fight last night!"
"Hey, Sister Xiao Xiao, do you know anyone who understands evil spirits?"
"I want to understand the purpose of the Evil Spirit Sect before entering Jiuman Mountain. Only in case they want to cause trouble in Jiuman Mountain can we have a way to deal with it."
Xiao Xiao thought for a while and said: "Speaking of evil spirits, well, I know that the person in charge of the underground black market in Yongle District is a necromancer!"
"He should understand such things as evil spirits."
Mu Fan nodded: "Okay, then you make arrangements and I'll go see him."
The extended Lincoln slowed down Industrial Avenue and pulled up to a shabby department store.
Mu Fan looked around, straightened his coat, and then walked into this shabby department store.
The light in the room was dim, the products on the shelves were scattered, and there was even a layer of dust on the seats against the wall.
It seems that the owner here never expected to make a living from this department store.
"How can I help you?"
A bald man stood behind the counter, his shiny forehead reflecting the sunlight outside the window.
Mu Fan said calmly: "A long farewell."
The password to the underground black market is to tell the gatekeeper about an extraordinary plant, which Mu Fan learned from Arthur.
The bald gatekeeper looked Mu Fan up and down, then turned and walked towards the house:
"plz follow me."
Mu Fan followed the bald man to the warehouse where the goods were stored.
There were piles of wooden boxes all around. The bald man guided Mu Fan through the wooden boxes, and finally stopped in front of an iron door.
The bald man took out the key from his pocket and opened the door lock with a click.
"Please come in and pull the rope behind the door when you come out."
Upon hearing this, Mu Fan thanked him and walked behind the iron gate.
"Clang!" The iron door was locked again.
The surroundings were dimly lit, and ahead was a deep corridor. Every ten meters, a dim yellow lantern hung on the wall.
Mu Fan glanced around and walked forward.
The narrow passage can only accommodate two people walking side by side. Coupled with the dim lighting, walking in it gives a strong sense of depression.
After turning a corner, a stone staircase leading down appeared in front of me.
"Well, it seems that the underground black market is really underground."
Mu Fan shrugged and walked down the stone stairs.
The stone staircase was in a spiral shape. After about five turns, Mu Fan saw a thick iron door in front of his eyes. The iron door was engraved with vague runes, vaguely like some kind of writing.
Ancient Yanhuang characters!
Mu Fan was startled. He didn't expect to see long-abandoned writing here. This showed that this rough iron door had a history of at least a thousand years.
Unfortunately, the text above has long been blurred.
Mu Fan sighed secretly and pushed open the iron door, when a faint shouting sound suddenly came to his ears.
Looking around, there are two rows of majestic stone pillars standing in the vast underground square, reaching from the ground to the ceiling about ten meters high.
There are certain symbols engraved on the rough stone pillars, but most of them have been damaged and become blurred.
At this moment, dozens of stalls are scattered in the corners of the square, and hundreds of customers are walking through them. Some are looking for what they need, some are bargaining with stall owners, and some are just watching the fun.
A scene of prosperity.
Mu Fan did not expect that this underground black market was actually located in a majestic underground palace.
What's even more unexpected is that so many people in Yongle District have been exposed to the extraordinary realm.
Lowering the brim of his hat, Mu Fan began to walk through the slightly noisy black market.
The products on the stalls are mostly common extraordinary plants, mechanical parts, etc., as well as some extraordinary items that are difficult to find in the world, such as magic balls, precision shotguns, hallucinogenic sprays, etc.
Suddenly, Mu Fan vaguely felt a weak spiritual power fluctuation on his side!
He subconsciously touched his coat pocket and found that his wallet was missing!
Mu Fan frowned slightly and followed the faint spiritual energy fluctuations, only to see a gray glove turning into a phantom and moving away from behind him.
Thief's Gloves!
It can increase the success rate of stealing by 30%.
Seeing the gray thief's glove disappear like a phantom, Mu Fan suddenly lifted his cane up and struck the glove's wrist squarely.
With a "snap" sound, the wallet fell to the ground.
At the same time, frightened sounds of pain were heard, and a young man in shabby clothes grabbed his wrist and his face turned red in pain.
Mu Fan glanced at the young man lightly.
A shabby cotton cap, gray eyes, and a light red mole between his eyebrows.
With such a distinctive face, he is really not suitable for being a thief.
When the boy saw Mu Fan's expressive eyes, the pained expression on his face instantly turned into fear!
His throat trembled, he swallowed, ran away in a panic, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.
Mu Fan shook his head and did not pursue the matter further.
Mu Fan bent down to pick up the wallet on the ground and put it into his pocket. He found that this farce did not attract a single audience from beginning to end. It seemed that this kind of thing was the norm here.
This is exactly what Mu Fan hopes. He doesn't want to receive too much attention.
Mu Fan walked around the black market with his cane and quickly discovered some clues.
In this wide square, there were at least two guards in every corner. Although they were all dressed casually, Mu Fan still found clues from their behavior.
In addition, there is an iron gate directly north of the square, and there are plainclothes guards guarding the left and right sides of the iron gate, which indicates that behind the door is probably Mo Changkong's private space.
After Mu Fan pondered for a moment, he walked directly towards the iron gate in the north direction.
When he approached the iron gate, two plainclothes guards immediately jumped out from the crowd and stood in front of Mu Fan.
"Sir, this is a private place and you are not allowed to enter!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Fan tapped his cane on the ground and said calmly:
"Tell Mo Changkong that his old friend has arrived."