Chapter 8

"Children?" The bartender looked along the man's eyes. After only one look, he took back his eyes. He was not interested. "It's very small."

"It's not too small." Fu Yun deep smile, tone lazy, "in three years, will be able to get married."

“……” The bartender couldn't answer. He shook his head and lowered his voice. "Be careful. You're being offered a reward."

"Well?" Fu Yun deep eyebrow tip a pick, not unexpected, "how many?"

"SS Level reward, billion dollars, the amount of money is currently ranked seventh in the list of reward." The bartender stares at him. "At least ten people on the kill list have accepted the offer. Do you know how hateful you are now?"

If you are in the top ten of the reward list, everyone will be punished. If you don't kill, you can't get along with money.

Fu Yun deep peach blossom eyes bent, with a little hook people mean: "then they have to find me."

The bartender agreed with this. He said, "IBI can't find you. I'm afraid your hiding ability is only weaker than that one."

IBI, the full name of International Bureau of investigation, specializes in the investigation and pursuit of international threats and unidentified people.

"It can't be better than that." Fu Yun deep inattentive, "how many years, a list has not changed, I just on."

The amount of reward for the first prize on the reward list can't be compared with the other nine, which is high enough to be comparable to the GDP of a medium-sized country in o continent, but no one has been able to pick it up. It can be seen how hard it is to kill the first prize on the reward list.

No, I can't even find it.

"I'm really curious. Who is this calculating man?" The bartender tut said, "how can he be more hateful than you?"

Other targets on the reward list at least have traces to follow, but the first one on the list has disappeared without any information.

What's more, the title "Shensuan" is too arrogant.

Even the magicians and magicians who had real skills in the period of ancient o-zhou did not dare to call themselves divine calculation.

There are also diviners now, but like the ancient martial arts, there are few real diviners. Most of them can't come out of the world, and the rest are all swaggering sticks.

It would be ridiculous if someone could work out everything.

Fu Yunshen raised his peach blossom eyes and said, "what are you talking about?"

"To tell you the truth, you are hateful. Anyway, you have to be careful. A billion dollars is enough to buy an island. You don't know that the hunters on the list are just like madmen, but --" the bartender said here and frowned, "do you really want to stay here? I thought you would at least go to the imperial capital. "

"Well." Fu Yun's eyes half lifted, absent-minded, "I'm going to stay in Shanghai for a while."

Hearing this, the bartender suddenly came up with a ridiculous idea: "for women?"

Fu Yun deep pick eyebrow, not slow: "say what, she is just a child."

Indirectly, I admit it.

The bartender's eyes changed: "you're crazy."

If those people knew

"I've been crazy for a long time." Fu Yunshen got up, put his coat on his arm, laughed cynically, and patted the bartender on the shoulder. "Drink less, it will hurt you."

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the underground market doesn't need any identification to enter. Everyone has it, but many people will deliberately hide their identity.

There are all kinds of shops on both sides of the road, because the things sold are different, so are the buildings.

There are ancient Roman, Gothic and Baroque buildings in o Island, as well as Chinese classical garden buildings.

Ying Zijin looked up and noticed the shops with "divination" signs. At a glance, there were more than ten such shops.

But there is only one, with a shallow aura floating.

Tarot card is a kind of divination tool originated from O continent. It was very popular in the middle ages, and she also played it with the wind, but its origin is still a mystery.

But there are not many tarot cards. Now the small events of Tarot Card divination sold on the market can barely be used. In other cases, it's just a bunch of waste paper.

Maybe she should find a real Tarot before her ability is fully recovered.

Ying Zijin thought deeply, pressed the mask, lowered her eyelashes, and walked towards the market.

In addition to shops, there are many stalls around, most of them are broken antiques, but this does not prevent buyers who want to pick up the leak from being trapped.

The girl glanced at them at random. She had observed hundreds of antiques in more than ten seconds. Unexpectedly, all of them were fake.

Until half an hour later, Ying Zijin finally saw what she needed.

It was an ancient coin, mixed in a pile of celadon, insignificant.

The characters on the ancient coins have been worn out and stained with clay. At first glance, they look like they are made of clay.She bowed her head, and her eyes narrowed, and instantly calculated the age and name of the coin.

Qin Silver Half Liang coin, cast in 339 BC, Warring States period.

After two thousand years, the price will be more than five million.

Ying Zijin half squats down: "how to sell this?"

It's not ancient coins, but a stone bowl beside it.

The stall owner was a young man. He took a look at the girl, looked her up and down, and said perfunctorily, "take five hundred dollars."

The tone was somewhat contemptuous.

Ying Zijin side Mou, finger this just fell on that silver quality ancient coin: "still have this."

"For you, for you." The young man was even more impatient. "Take them all away. Don't hinder my business."

He is still waiting to meet some rich children, but he has no time to spend with a poor man.

Ying Zijin's face didn't change. She put down five hundred, picked up the stone bowl and ancient coins, and rubbed them with her hand. Feng's eyes narrowed.

Now she can be sure that the earth is a world that can't be cultivated, but it's good that she can live in peace.

However, this action reflected in the eyes of the young man, but he was poor and crazy. He sneered, did not hide his voice, and deliberately raised his voice: "a poor man, with no vision, thought he had found a treasure?"

Next to a stall owner heard: "Hey, don't be so straightforward, people still need face."

"What face do you want? Now everyone deserves to go to the underground city. "

"No? Recently, there are always a group of poor people who want to pick up the leak. It's a shame

They have been in the underground market for such a long time, can they not know which customers are really rich?

These poor people don't even bother to pit themselves.

The young man sneered again: "it's more than a pauper. It's stupid at all. He doesn't even have the basic identification ability."

He picked up a coin in the Taopu South Park, which was not worth one yuan.

These two things are used to make up the number, did not expect that there is really a fool to buy, so that he easily earned 500 yuan.

The youth tut A: "not as well beg me, I can also return you 250, how?"