Chapter 53 Western Sichuan
In front of the lava fire, money seems very powerless.
There are many things in the world that even money cannot buy, and Thirty-Six Yang Fire and Seventy-two Yin Fire are one of them.
Although this lava fire is almost extinguished, it is very difficult to cultivate.
But Yang Fire is Yang Fire, and it is definitely not something that can be measured in money.
Yu Bushun tilted his head and looked at me, and then said indifferently: "This flame will be given to me in the end."
"Since you are willing to change, the Ghost Tears are yours."
Level 6 lava field Fire is exchanged for level 5 ghost tears.
Yu Bushun made a fortune.
But I was not in the mood to talk to the other party at this time, so I handed the lava fire to the appraiser and prepared to complete the transaction.
Zhao Fei's face was full of regret and he wanted to dissuade me.
But I ignored him.
Because Zhang Sanfen said that except for the Demon-Slaying Thorn, everything in the handbag is consumable.
As long as I don't use the Demon-Slaying Thorn to trade, these things are nothing!
As long as things are useful, only things that are useful are the most valuable things!
The transaction between Ghost Tears and Lava Earth Fire went smoothly, and soon I got six or seven translucent, crystal-like objects.
I touched it lightly with the Demon-Slaying Thorn, and saw a faint white light emitting, like a small light bulb.
The reputation of Fangbei Commercial Bank is still reliable, at least there are no quality problems.
No matter what, two of the three things Lao Zhang requested have been obtained.
On the one hand, there are indeed relatively few corpse-eating insects left. On the other hand, it is also because such things are taboo in Middle-earth, so no one dares to make them public.
Time was running out, and I was unwilling to stay here for the corpse-eating insects. I whispered a few words to Zhao Fei and followed him to leave quietly.
The trade fair is still going on, but what follows is no longer attractive to me.
I just want to take the corpse wood and ghost tears to western Sichuan as soon as possible to help the boss.
It took me nearly three hours to get from the provincial capital to Chengdu.
But from Chengdu to Kangding, we were delayed for more than four hours because we had to wait for the flight.
By the time I arrived in Kangding with my handbag in hand, it was already dark.
During this period, I called my boss's phone number twice, but both times were unreachable.
This makes me a little anxious.
I squatted on the road beside the airport and didn't dare to continue calling my boss.
If he is in a special situation and is disturbed by the ringing of the phone, it may cause him trouble.
However, I didn't wait long at the airport gate when I saw a pickup truck parked in front of me. In the pickup truck, a bald man in his thirties asked, "Are you from North China?"
I nodded.
The other party said again: "Zhang San asked me to pick you up. Get in the car!"
He kicked open the passenger door, and then said impatiently: "Hurry up! Send you there quickly, my mission today is Done!"
I glanced inside the car and found two dusty people sitting in the back seat.
Two people, one old and one young.
The old man was probably in his fifties. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and looked very stylish.
The young man was in his twenties and dressed very fashionably. He was carrying a backpack with a bulging bag and no one knew what it contained. What struck me as weird was that both of them had tattoos on their bodies.
The old man's was on his forehead, blocked by the brim of his hat, leaving only an outline.
The young man's was on his forearm, half covered by his sleeves.
I thought for a moment and then without hesitation sat in the passenger seat of the pickup truck.
Then the bald man stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly sped forward.
Kangding is a tourist city. At night, people come and go in the city, and there is a constant flow.
But the bald man's driving skills were very good. He swerved left and right in the traffic and quickly left the city.
After leaving the city, the surrounding roads became dark. Fortunately, the car lights were very bright, illuminating the front like daylight.
I looked at the dark mountains outside the window, and I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in my heart. I couldn't help but reach into my handbag with one hand and hold the handle of the Demon-Slaying Thorn.
It’s not that I’m suspicious of bald drivers, but you have to be careful when you’re out.
The bald driver should be very familiar with the surrounding road conditions. He was following the twists and turns of the winding mountain road, and suddenly the car started to jolt violently. It turned out that he had strayed away from the national highway and entered an unpaved bad road.
I was so uncomfortable with the jolt that I couldn't help but reach out and hold the handle next to me.
Then I heard the bald man say: "Just be patient, we'll be there in seven or eight kilometers!"
The car couldn't speed up on the bad road, so bumpy that our brains turned to mush.
The old man in the back row of the car turned pale and couldn't help but said: "Bald man, can you drive the car slower? You have broken all my old bones!" The
bald man suddenly became happy and said "Old man, you are so old, why do you have to join in this fun?"
"Do you know how many people died over there? At least seven! There are about ten others injured!"
The old man said proudly: "I am from Northern Hubei. A direct descendant of the Yin people. Since I received the invitation from the officials, I have to come and have a look no matter what."
"Eliminating harm to the people is what we should do!"
The bald head said with a smile: "Let's go. Yin people, just go ahead and do your Yin thing. Why are you tossing around with zombies?" "
Yes, old man, if you want to join in the fun, I can't care." "
I'm just a driver. I'm done with pulling you over. But I really have something to advise you. If you don’t light up the brush, stay away from that thing!”
I couldn’t help but take another look at the bald head. This guy should have an official status, and the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan eventually became an official. Take action.
However, this also reflects from the side that this thing should be extremely difficult to deal with, otherwise the government would not invite experts from all over the world to subdue the little cursed corpse in western Sichuan.
While I was thinking about that, the pickup truck suddenly turned a corner and a clearing appeared.
The open space was brightly lit, illuminating the surrounding area like daylight.
There were seven or eight cars parked under the lights and a dozen tents set up.
In the middle of the tent, a huge bonfire was lit, and there were faint figures of people coming and going next to the bonfire.
When the pickup truck approached, two men immediately greeted the bonfire. They shouted: "Bald! How many people have you brought this time?" The
bald parked the car next to it and replied: "Three! An old man." , two little ones."
"Also, I went to the city to buy some food. I will share it with everyone first and fill their bellies."
He opened the bed of the pickup truck, took out two boxes, opened a mineral water bag, and threw a bottle of water to each person near the campfire.
The boxes were filled with canned beef, compressed biscuits, and self-heating rice. Anyway, they were large portions and highly nutritious, but they didn’t care about the taste.
One of the men said: "Have you brought the glutinous rice? You need to use glutinous rice and strong wine to remove the poison from Gouri's corpse! If some of the brothers don't remove the poison, their arms and legs will be ruined!"
(End of Chapter)