"What the hell is this?"
The detective was dumbfounded. He had been a middleman for so many years, but he had never seen such a strange scene.
"Ahem, I'm talking about this."
Huai Shi coughed twice, took out a glass bottle from his pocket, and placed it in front of the detective. The bottle was full of ash.
This was the simplest way to make money that Crow had come up with for him.
As a rare essence, ash was a necessary base for some alchemy. However, due to the limited range of applications and the fact that the material itself was not difficult to find in the deeper regions, it could not be sold for a high price.
"Wait a minute."
When the detective reacted, he immediately took out his phone and made a call. "Hello? Uncle, I remember you placed an order for sedimentation at the border a few days ago? There's a customer here who wants to sell it. Why don't you come over and take a look? "
Within a few minutes, the computer screen lit up.
What was even more strange was that the light on the camera transformed into the shadow of an old man. As if impatient, the old man walked over and instructed the detective to pour out a few grains of ash from the bottle and throw them into a solution that Huai Shi could not name.
Soon, looking at the reaction of the solution, his expression calmed down a little, and he slowly nodded.
"Nowadays, it's rare to see such pure ash in the Modern Realm. Let's sell it at the premium price. I'll take it all." The old man revealed a rare genial expression and glanced at Huai Shi. "If you have more ash in the future, contact me. I'll buy it at the market price."
After that, he disappeared.
The detective did not say anything else. He took Huai Shi's bottle and weighed it. After removing the bottle's weight, it was about three hundred grams.
Usually, such a bottle of iron sand would weigh more than a kilogram, but the actual weight of the ash was much lighter than it looked.
This was all that Huai Shi had accumulated over the past few days. If he wanted to get more, he would not be able to do it. After all, he was not the kind of person who liked to look back on the past and feel sorry for himself. He could only condense the ash by constantly reading the death records.
After calculating for a long time, the detective looked up and asked, "According to the recent transaction price in the market, it's a total of 84,000 yuan. I'll be the middleman and take a 20% commission. I'll give you his business card later. Next time, I won't be involved. You can contact the buyer directly. How about it?"
Huai Shi had no objections. After all, the middleman was supposed to make a profit from the price difference.
Furthermore, he was able to obtain eighty thousand yuan so easily. This was the first time he was looking forward to his identity as a Sublimator.
Before leaving, Huai Shi followed Crow's instructions and spent some money to buy a more precise set of dry pots and other materials. The cheap set at home was good enough to fool the chemistry classroom, but it wouldn't be of much use when it came to actual use.
Just the simplest set of tools here cost Huai Shi more than 9,000. If it wasn't for Crow's repeated insistence that it was necessary, he would have made do with it.
As for the remaining seventy thousand, he did not intend to give it all to Crow. That guy always gave him a 50% discount. Even if he only gave him 50,000 yuan, it was enough for him to take medicine for half a month.
If he used the remaining twenty thousand for living expenses, it would last him a long time.
Huai Shi intended to save five thousand for his daily expenses. He would first spend some money to clean up the chalcedony hall. He would reinstall the glass and paint the outer walls. If he did it himself, he would save a lot of money. The remaining money would be used to buy a better set of strings for the cello, buy a few chairs, and tidy up the hall. He was afraid that there wouldn't be much left.
After leaving with the tools in his hand, Huai Shi was still immersed in happiness. He thought that the wild dogs on the roadside were cute.
Yoo Dong-ri looked at his silly expression, shook his head helplessly, and walked in front of him.
But just as Huai Shi was about to say goodbye and go home, he suddenly trembled.
His footsteps stopped, and he suddenly turned around.
On the desolate street, there were a few hurried pedestrians, a few cars driving by, and a stray cat that had climbed over the wall and slowly walked away.
At that moment, he felt that his death premonition skill had activated on its own, followed by a needle-like chill that poked at the back of his neck.
An intuition that didn't need to be spoken at all emerged in his mind — someone wanted to kill him. But then, the death premonition quickly dissipated, as if it was an illusion.
Only the residual chill lingered in his heart.
"What's wrong?"
Yoo Dong-ri noticed his abnormality.
"Nothing." Huai Shi smiled calmly, "Let's stop here. I'm going home."
"Okay."
Yoo Dong-ri waved his hand, "Remember to come out for dinner before you leave."
Huai Shi responded and turned to leave.
The death premonition was directed at him, and it had nothing to do with others. Now that Old Liu was finally discharged from the hospital, why should he drag him into his own pit?
It was rare that Huai Shi actually took responsibility.
But … which bastard wanted to kill him?
.
.
"Oh my god, I feel like I'm being targeted!"
In the hall of the chalcedony hall, Huai Shi looked at the Crow in front of him, "Crow Pooping A Dream, do you have any ideas?"
"It's hopeless. Just wait for death. Goodbye."
The Crow calmly replied with three emojis, unhurriedly checking the things that Huai Shi brought back, as if it was a common occurrence, "What's the point of asking such a simple question? If someone wants to kill you, you should kill them. Isn't that the right thing to do? "
"How do I kill them? Conjure an axe? "
Huai Shi sighed. He knew his own strength. He didn't look like the Crown Prince when he wore the dragon robe. Even if he became a Ascendant, he could only deal the finishing blow. Even a crippled Red Glove could beat him up. If someone came out of an alley one day and took out a Bobo Sha to kill him, he wouldn't be able to resist.
"That's why I said it last night …"
The Crow raised its head and smiled happily, "Do you want to try the new function of the Book of Destiny?"
Although he had a bad feeling, Huai Shi still nodded helplessly.
Thus, the Book of Destiny opened, and the Crow turned into a pen and pointed downwards.
Huai Shi's vision instantly went black.
When he opened his eyes, he smelled the pungent smell of blood.
In the dark basement, there were corpses everywhere. A thin man with half his body rotting roared at him, stabbing forward with his left hand covered in carapace.
Huai Shi subconsciously took a step back. He didn't even have time to react before he felt the sharp pain of his body being pierced through.
Then, the man raised his deformed and swollen right hand, pressed it against his head, and squeezed.
Crack!
He was dead.
In the darkness, a large blood-red word 'Noob' slowly appeared.
What the hell?
What's going on!
Huai Shi jumped up from the chair in pain and glared at the Crow, "Apart from the word 'Noob' mocking me, isn't it the same as before?"
"Eh?" The Crow asked, "Didn't you notice any changes?"
Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that in the death record, he seemed to have … seemed to have … taken a step back?
Yes, that's right, he was no longer passively experiencing it as a spirit.
Instead, he was reacting to death for the first time.
"Is this the new function?"
"Yes." Crow nodded. "If you used to be a cloud player by watching the streamer's videos, now you have installed a certain software with a valve icon and can try to play games by yourself. Well, if that's the case, it's not a bad thing to not be a freeloader."
"That's enough."
Huai Shi rolled his eyes. He didn't know where this guy learned so many dirty words.
"But it seems that it's best not to let you play a difficult game for the first time."
The Crow pondered for a moment, "In the current record of the Book of Destiny, the most complete part is the Red Gloves part. It's better to find a beginner's tutorial for you first.
But before that, raise your left hand. Yes, just like that, point one finger up, and put the other fingers away. "
"Like this?"
Huai Shi raised his left hand in a daze, not knowing what to do with it, "What's the use of it?"
"You'll know soon enough."
The Crow smiled mysteriously and skillfully took out her phone to take a picture. She waved her wings at him, "Have a safe journey."
Huai Shi instantly collapsed on the chair and fell into a deep sleep.
Then, she opened the Photoshop software and skillfully marked Huai Shi's picture with a line of words:
— I want to be beaten up.
New emoticon pack GET ~
Then, the beating began.
When Huai Shi finally understood the meaning of this posture, he was already in an unfamiliar training ground, being beaten up by a burly man barehanded.
That set of Roman martial arts, which he had once seen in the Red Gloves, was now in the hands of this unknown opponent. It was simply amazing.
Especially when he attacked, there was absolutely no mercy or hesitation.
He was directly aiming to cripple him!
As soon as the whistle sounded, a flying kick almost broke his neck. Then, with a skillful flip in the air, he landed on the ground and grabbed with his bare hands.
Crack!
Huai Shi's right hand broke.
"What are you waiting for! Number 7944! "
On the side of the training ground, the cold man with his hands behind his back said sternly, "Did everything you learned go into a dog's stomach? Pick up the dagger and kill him! Or it doesn't matter if you're killed by this death row criminal! "
The cold tone of his voice expressed his attitude without reservation.
Either die as a cripple, or kill this opponent with a sneer and earn his value.
Huai Shi took a deep breath. In a short pause, he bent down and reached out to pick up the dagger from the ground and held it tightly.
Sometimes, he couldn't help but thank himself that this scene was just a dream.
This way, he didn't have to think too much. He could pick up a weapon and kill someone without caring about the law, morality, conscience, or other considerations.
Perhaps this was the scariest part of it?
When he was familiar with all this, how could he be willing to return to his former ordinary life?
For some reason, he found it hard to resist.
"Come!"
As the instructor whistled sharply, Huai Shi rushed forward!
Then, he died.
In fact, Huai Shi was as fierce as a tiger. After dealing 2.5 damage, he finally succeeded in cutting his opponent's neck.
He won.
But at this time, his waist was basically broken, and three of his limbs were broken.
When he tried to ask the instructor for help, the instructor indifferently walked forward and twisted his neck. The last thing he heard was:
"You betrayed the Empire's expectations of you."
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