Bai Gui Ye Xing

I took the brochure and flipped through it, but there was no Zen stick. At this time, Chen Qingyi also said to me: "We have searched all over this temple, and it seems that we haven't found any Zen stick. Why are you looking for that thing?"

"It's okay," I shook my head. I know that the forensics work must search the temple to the bottom. Since they didn't find it, then it must be gone. I greeted Chen Qingyi and ran to a Corner called Fang Shineng.

"Hey, which one?" Fang Shineng's voice sounded quite energetic, so I said, "Fatty Fang, it's me."

"Hey, it's you buddy, what's the matter," Fang Shineng asked.

I said, "Why did the police block me when I came to your temple? By the way, where is the Zen stick last time? A friend of mine wanted to buy it at a high price."

The fat man looked like a money fanatic. Sure enough, when I said this, he said: "In my case, when the policemen came to seal it, I escaped with this thing. The price is high, how much is it?"

"It's really here with you," I was overjoyed when I heard it, and said, "You can set the price as you like, as long as it's not too outrageous."

"Well, one hundred thousand is worth it, if your friend thinks it's too expensive, you can discuss it again," Fang Shineng said on the other end of the phone.

My day, if the Black Mountain old demon knew that he would be so angry that he would vomit blood if he knew that he was sold for 10 yuan, I would say, "No problem, you bring it to Wanfu Building, and you will pay the money and deliver the goods."

"Um,"

After finishing talking, Fang Shineng hung up the phone, and I hurriedly called Uncle Cong again. How could I have 10 yuan? I had to find Uncle Cong. Ten thousand yuan to buy the Montenegro old demon, Uncle Cong said nothing, just let me wait, he brought the money.

Not long after I ran back to Wanfu Building, Uncle Cong drove up in his red Ferrari, with [-] in one pocket, and [-] thick stacks of red bills, which looked quite impressive.

"What's the matter with buying the Montenegro old demon for 10 yuan?" Uncle Cong ran over and threw the money to me, and I told Uncle Cong what happened.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Cong was not happy when he heard this, but instead looked sad. He said: "You can't let me hold this Zen stick, let me keep it. Since those monsters can find Nanhua Temple, then there must be a way to know the old man in Heishan. The demon is here, it's too unsafe to put it here with you,"

I know Uncle Cong is telling the truth, and I have no objection, this thing is a hot potato, I don't want it yet.

It didn't take long for Fang Shineng to come driving a van. This buddy has gained a little weight, with a bare head, wearing a gold necklace, and looks like a rich man. I saw a strange question: " Your temple is sealed, why do you feel like you have become rich instead?"

"Haha, if it wasn't for that group of policemen who sealed up that ruined temple, I wouldn't have a good life now." Fang Shineng took out a counterfeit cigar and drank it, then took out a Zen stick from the back of his car, and he held it Walking away, he said: "Just take a quick step, and I know you, and someone contacted me just now, saying that they want to buy this Zen stick,"

"What, there are people who want to buy this Zen stick." Uncle Cong and I looked at each other. Uncle Cong threw the [-] to Fang Shineng, took the stick, and Uncle Cong said, "Huizi, I'm going first. Just leave this thing to me," he said, then got into the car and drove away with the Zen staff on his shoulders.

Fang Shineng opened the bag and counted the money, almost drooling, and said with a smile on his face: "You are busy first, I will leave first."

I'm not in such a good mood as Fang Shineng. He also said just now that some people seem to want to buy this Zen stick. In the eyes of others, this Zen stick is nothing more than a broken stick. I guess I am the only one who knows the truth about this thing. Only the monsters left.

Seeing Fang Shineng's happy face, I still couldn't help but say: "Dude, call me if you have any problems, remember."

"What else can happen," Fang Shineng waved his hand, seeing that he has long been fascinated by money, how can he have any other thoughts, I'm done talking anyway, watching him drive away, I Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, anyway, he finally got the Zen staff.

I was just about to turn around and go upstairs when Uncle Cong’s car came back suddenly. Uncle Cong ran up to me with a Zen stick and threw it on the ground with an anxious expression on his face, “Grass, this thing is fake.”

I was startled, and quickly picked up the Zen stick to have a look. I didn’t look carefully just now, but now that I took a closer look, there was something wrong with it. It seemed to be made of wood. The real Zen stick seemed to be made of iron or something. , the most important thing is that there is actually a xx factory at the bottom of the Zen stick.

Damn it, Fang Shineng dared to lie to me, I took out my phone and called Fang Shineng, but the phone on the other side turned off.

Uncle Cong had a gloomy face, and he scolded: "You are paralyzed, you dare lie to me,"

Then he took out his mobile phone and made a call: "House, check a car for me, just now it's under Wanfu Building, ask the traffic police to stop him, hurry up, it's urgent,"

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Cong got into the car, and I quickly followed. After fastening my seat belt, I said, "That guy is going to sell real Zen sticks, right?"

"Hmph, why are you looking for death?" Uncle Cong snorted coldly. It seemed that he was also quite angry. He slammed the accelerator and the car rushed out. Uncle Cong also brought a headset. Uncle Fang on the other side of the phone seemed to be There is also news, and I keep telling Uncle Cong the name of the place.

"The guy's gone out of town, grass,"

Uncle Cong cursed and stepped on the gas pedal hard, which made my throat almost rise. Uncle Cong's driving skills are very average, and he is not a house uncle. I quickly touched it. Fortunately, the seat belt is Fastened.

The car quickly drove out of the urban area, but there was still no sign of Fang Shineng.

"That guy should be going to the abandoned factory in the south of the city. Going out in this direction is the highway. The other places are very desolate, and there is only one abandoned factory," Uncle Cong seemed to be familiar with this section of the road.

I didn't say anything on the side, the main reason is that Uncle Cong's driving is scarier than Uncle Fang's. Although Uncle Fang drives very fast, I heard that Uncle Fang almost became a professional racing driver before. His skills are very good. And Uncle Cong.

Hey, fortunately there were no traffic accidents along the way. Soon we came to the outside of this abandoned factory. This is an abandoned factory building. Uncle Cong parked the car outside and took me to the trunk of the car. A black box, after Uncle Cong opened it, there were actually a lot of 'guys' inside.

Uncle Cong threw over a mahogany sword: "Hold it, be careful, the opponents are probably a group of monsters"