Chapter 263

After solving the taxi robbers, Zuo Yi actually gained 10 faith points.

This shows that the other party is not the first armed robbery, and his hands must be stained with the blood of innocent people.

In fact, when the taxi driver changed his driving route, Zuo Yi knew he had evil intentions.

So the end of this is doomed.

After coming out of the secluded alley, Zuo Yi didn't hurry back to the main road. He walked slowly, as if walking around in a leisurely way, shuttling through this dirty slum.

Many local residents looked at Zuo Yi with curiosity or surprise. They wondered why a foreigner came here without a camera. They didn't look like ordinary tourists or news photographers.

Many idle men squatting in the corner smoking and chatting, staring at Zuo Yi's eyes with bad intentions, eager to do a vote.

But when they faced Zuo Yi's eyes, they all had inexplicable fear and timidly retreated back.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

In front of the entrance of an alley, a thin old woman sat on the ground, stretched out a withered hand to Zuo Yi, and said something.

Holding a little girl of two or three years old in her arms, Xiang Zuoyi's eyes were full of prayer.

Zuo Yi stops.

He squatted down in front of the old woman, reached out and touched the forehead of the sleeping little girl. As a result, he found that the other party was suffering from a high fever, dry lips and poor face. His temperature was at least above 39 ℃, and the situation was very serious!

Such a situation should have been sent to the hospital long ago, but the old woman could only hold her and ask for mercy from passers-by.

"Aouda sorakada..."

The old woman put her hands together and her eyes were full of tears.

Although she doesn't understand her language, Zuo Yi can fully understand what she wants to express.

He sighed secretly. Zuo Yi took out a bottle of medicine from the space ring, opened the cork, sent it to the little girl's mouth, and fed her half a bottle.

Zuo Yi put the remaining half bottle into the old woman's hand and motioned 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, followed Zuo Yi's instructions and drank the remaining half bottle of medicine.

I don't know. The bottle of medicine I just drank with my granddaughter is worth 200 million!

The medicine worked quickly. The little girl's body temperature returned to normal in an instant, her face was no longer bleak, she moaned @ and opened her eyes to wake up.

The old woman was pleasantly surprised. She hugged her granddaughter closely to her face, and tears of joy ran down her withered cheeks.

When she wanted to thank Zuo Yi, she found that Zuo Yi had disappeared.

And in her hand, I don't know when a roll of paper money was stuffed!

……

Walking through the long alley, the front suddenly opened up. In front of Zuo Yi, there was an open-air market.

The market is very lively. There are people setting up stalls and shopping everywhere. Most of them are local aborigines, mixed with some curious tourists.

Before it was dark, Zuo Yi wandered around the market with great interest.

He stopped in front of a stall selling handmade wood carvings, pointed to a wood carving and asked, "how much is this?"

The wood carving is palm size and has been carved into a lifelike cute puppy, which is similar to ebony.

Boa should like it.

A sly look flashed in the eyes of the young stall owner, and then raised a finger.

Zuo Yi smiled and took out a ten yuan note from his pocket: "buy it."

He knows all the tricks played by the stall owner.

Seeing the paper money Zuo Yi put on the stall, the stall owner immediately stared round and hurriedly said in English: "100, this has to be sold for 100 yuan. If you don't sell it for 10 yuan, don't sell it!"

"Deal."

Zuo Yi doesn't want to take out another 100 yuan bill and drops it. He takes the dog wood carving.

As far as its exquisite carving is concerned, one hundred yuan is worth more than its value for money, and its texture is a little special. It doesn't feel like ordinary wood. Maybe it's different.

Zuo Yi is not an appraiser. He relies entirely on his intuition. Anyway, 100 yuan can't buy it. He can't suffer a loss or be fooled.

But if he had offered 100 yuan just now, the stall owner would have said that the goods were worth 1000 yuan!

Zuo Yi is very experienced in dealing with this kind of tricky people.

Now one hundred yuan is done.

When the wood carving is in hand, Zuo Yi gets up and leaves without the slightest nostalgia. He doesn't even want the just ten yuan.

The stall owner is a little silly.

Intuition told him that he was afraid of losing money in this business, and he lost a lot. Maybe he would ask for a thousand Zuo Yi.

Or ten thousand?

However, when he wanted to go back and recover Zuo Yi, Zuo Yi's figure had disappeared in the bustling crowd.

When Zuo Yi finished visiting the market and arrived at dark, he had five or six interesting gadgets in his hand.

It's an unexpected harvest.

When night fell, he left the market quietly.

A few minutes later, Zuo Yi appeared on the roof of a nearby ten story building.

At this time, the city of Tyson was already full of lights. Zuo Yi easily found the Imperial Hotel where he stayed, and its huge neon signboard was very eye-catching.

But the brightest place is not in Tyson City, but the witch temple on longer mountain.

Colorful spotlight beams shot straight into the sky, setting off the huge temple community with great splendor. I don't know how much money and cream the people had wasted to build such a climate!

90% of the citizens of Laini believe in witches. Witches are divided into big witches and small witches. Big witches are the only positive gods. The indigenous people have a history of belief for thousands of years.

The little witches are those powerful head Bowers, who think they are the servants of the big witches, call themselves witches, and then accept the worship and worship of believers.

The place where the big and small witches live is the witch temple. The establishment of a witch Temple often requires the manpower and material resources of a province, which takes countless money and decades to complete. I don't know how many people's bones are buried below.

But all believers believe that they can't survive without the protection of the witch God and the witch temple.

The witch Temple seen by Zuo Yi belongs to ayuro, the head lowering teacher. Ayuro is master Bai Nali and the patron saint worshipped by Bethany, governor of Randa province.

Zuo Yi still doesn't know whether ayuro is the last culprit tracked down by himself, but the answer will be revealed soon.

Finally, he gazed at the witch temple in the distance. Zuo Yi jumped down from the tall building, and his figure was quickly swallowed by the darkness.

With the help of the cover of the night, he quickly approached the witch temple on longe mountain!

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