Ji Xingyu's face turned bitter, "Can it be cheaper? One pound, or how about five hundred grams?"
Niu Ben was stunned for a moment while holding a cigarette in his mouth, "Ah? Isn't a pound originally 500 grams?"
Wang Quan raised his eyebrows slightly, "One pound is five hundred taels. Haven't you known this since you were a child? Have you never seen a blue and white cat with a big face?"
I, Fat Tiger, said yes, that’s it!
Niu Ben: ""
One tael equals fifty grams, and five hundred taels equals twenty-five thousand kilograms.
Isn’t this fifty pounds?
This pound of gold can be directly doubled fifty times?
Black shops are not that dark!
Ji Xingyu also felt bitter.
The promise she had made before was true, but she did not expect Wang Quan to kill the Hell Walker so quickly!
In her mind, it would be good if Wang Quan could kill ten or twenty Hellwalkers in the end, but the focus was actually on killing other monsters.
She played a trick and specifically set the prices of those monsters to be the same as those of the Hellwalkers, just to save money.
Tsk
She also had to act cute, "Sir, for the sake of me buying you an iced Coke, I'll give you a discount."
"How about giving you a discount on your legs."
Seeing her clasping her hands together and her eyes twinkling, Wang Quan said calmly: "I'll give you a 10% discount. This is already the bottom line."
One discount means that the price of killing one is 2,500 grams of gold.
Ji Xingyu could still accept it, "Okay, deal."
She stopped pretending instantly.
Wang Quan glanced at her, and with a long sword in his left hand and an ax in his right hand, he rushed directly to Fang Heng and smashed all the monsters into pieces with three strikes.
Fang Heng then knelt on the ground and gasped, "Thank you."
"Well, you and I are clean, just think of it as me repaying the favor of your sword." Wang Quan didn't care about him anymore.
This guy is okay. Although he doesn't like to talk and seems arrogant, at least he has a bottom line.
Then there is no need for him to exchange it for gold.
The cow ran past and threw a piece of blood-restoring peony cake to Fang Heng while asking Wang Quan, "Boss, where are we going now?"
Wang Quan also lit a cigarette, and then blew a puff of smoke into Ji Xingyu's face.
Unfortunately, the smoke penetrated directly into her body.
"Don't you have the Marauder's Map? Just follow the dangerous areas on it and go through them one by one."
Niu Ben scratched his head, "Isn't that too dangerous?"
"It's indeed quite dangerous." Wang Quan's eyes were filled with scarlet, "For others, if they meet me? It's quite dangerous."
Looking at his smiling face? Niu Ben shuddered
old town, cross street
Sun Qian had been standing for ten minutes.
During the day, he robbed a few elementary school students of their money, then found a dark Internet cafe to check information about this city online.
Among them is Cross Street.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to rob adults? It’s mainly because not many people carry cash these days.
Regular Internet cafes not only require ID cards, but also require cameras to check your appearance? He simply can't go there.
So in the end he could only rob a few elementary school students for more than ten yuan, and then found a black Internet cafe.
Don’t you want to compete with junior high school students? Mainly because children are now well-nourished? So it’s not uncommon for everyone to be over 1.75 meters tall, even 1.8 meters tall.
Moreover, they are all tall and strong, and it is difficult for him to withstand his height of 1.7 meters.
Cross Street was a place he found based on the Marauder's Map.
That is Bajiaolou Jin Street on West Street and East Street, very close to Lijingmen.
The bluestone road? The antique facade? Under the tall red lanterns are all kinds of authentic snacks sold. There is a constant flow of tourists coming and going, and it is very lively.
But that's not now.
On the cross street in "Midnight Ghost", red lanterns are hung high, but the street is extremely quiet, let alone human beings? There is not even a ghost.
Under the illumination of lanterns, the blackened bluestone road looked indescribably eerie.
Sun Qian called out the Marauder's Map in his watch and took a look at it.
The nearby Lijing Gate happens to be one of the dangerous areas. There are three red dots indicating Hellwalkers on the cross street in front.
But among all the marked danger areas? This one is one of low risk.
This "low risk" does not mean that the degree of risk is really low, but that it is a "low risk area" compared with other dangerous areas.
You must know that the three Hellwalkers he formed an alliance with two nights ago all died in the "danger-free zone".
But luckily, he did some finishing work before running away, and he was lucky enough to reveal all the belongings of one of them.
Now he is only one person short of his mission target.
He planned to sneak into this trio? Then he would take the opportunity to kill one of them.
Of course, it would be better to kill them all. At the worst, after killing one, he can show his mission progress and express that he has no mission requirements.
This can lower other people's vigilance.
After that, I hid here peacefully at night and tried to find some food during the day.
Generally, the area around this dangerous area is much safer than other places. This is called darkness under the light.
Normal monsters would not dare to approach these areas based on instinct.
Wanting to understand this, Sun Qian straightened his expression and stepped into the cross street.
The moment he stepped in, he disappeared without a trace.
A few minutes later, a black BMW 3 Series parked outside the intersection.
The car door opened and four people got out of the car.
One of the young men in a navy suit asked: "Are you sure there are four Hellwalkers here?"
Niu Ben raised his arm and showed off the watch on his wrist, "Yes, they are all here. And there is a dangerous area nearby."
"Well, let's take action."
Entering the cross street, Sun Qian felt his eyes blurred, and then suddenly many things appeared in his field of vision.
There are bluestone roads, antique facades, and various authentic snacks sold under tall red lanterns. There is a constant flow of tourists coming and going, making it very lively.
This made Sun Qian dazed for a few seconds.
This scene was almost exactly the same as the cross street travel vlog he saw shot by others at a black Internet cafe in the afternoon.
"Fried yogurt! A cup of fried yogurt on one finger!"
"Selling candied haws on a stick!"
"Authentic Mongolian meat skewers! One skewer with seven fingers, two skewers with ten fingers!"
"Stinky tofu! Fried stinky tofu! Small portion of one piece of live human meat! Large portion of two pieces of live human meat! It doesn't taste good and doesn't cost any money!"
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The shouts from the shops along the street kept coming and going, and countless tourists stopped to buy snacks from time to time.
But Sun Qian's face looked ugly.
Because of what the vendors here are shouting about
What they want is not money, but various items from living people.
There seemed to be no people on this street.
In order not to attract "people's" attention, he slowly walked to the stall selling candied haws on a stick and pretended to choose.
The stall owner is an old lady with a cat face.
Wearing a black shabby cloth, she bowed her body and introduced, "Would you like to try a bunch?"
Sun Qian looked at it carefully and his expression changed.
I saw that what was inserted on the sign was not hawthorns and fruits covered in syrup, but bloody fingers and eyeballs!
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