Lingyun followed behind Perfected Master Qing Ping.
However, their attire still attracted the attention of the people around them.
It was Lingyun's first time abroad.
Perfected Master Qing Ping, on the other hand, looked much older than Lingyun.
In fact, Perfected Master Qing Ping went abroad once or twice a year.
There were even a few outer disciples with blond hair and blue eyes on Mao Mountain.
It was not Perfected Master Qing Ping's first time in North America.
Therefore, Perfected Master Qing Ping was far calmer than Lingyun.
They walked out of the airport calmly.
A taxi stopped in front of the two of them.
Lingyun was about to brace herself and communicate with the other party in her half-baked English.
At that moment, a woman passed between the two of them.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
With that, the woman was about to open the car door.
However, the woman couldn't open the door even after a long time.
The woman was a little anxious. "Hey, why can't you open your door? Is it broken? Damn it. "
"How is that possible? My door isn't broken," the driver said.
Perfected Master Qing Ping looked at the woman calmly and said in fluent English, "Ma 'am, if you don't return my things to me, I'm afraid you won't be able to go anywhere."
Lingyun was dumbfounded by his fluent English.
In her eyes, this Martial Granduncle of hers was a stubborn old thing.
She was the oldest and the most senior in the entire Mao Mountain.
Of course, her cultivation level was also among the top.
A woman of this level of old monsters would most likely spend most of her time cultivating, or on the path of cultivation.
However, she never dreamed that her Uncle-Master would be so capable.
"What? I don't understand what you're talking about. "The woman was a little flustered and anxiously tried to open the door.
Perfected Master Qing Ping's gaze was calm as he just stood there.
But even just standing there, the woman already felt great pressure.
Who was Perfected Master Qing Ping? She was the only woman in the Huaxia supernatural world who had reached the Shangqing realm.
No one had ever been able to steal something from her without her noticing.
The woman was also stubborn and went straight into the car window.
"Go to Hollywood," the woman said.
"Uncle-Master." Lingyun had guessed that the woman was a thief after hearing Perfected Master Qing Ping's words.
So when she saw the woman escape, she immediately panicked.
However, Perfected Master Qing Ping didn't panic and watched the taxi drive away in front of her.
"It's fine," Perfected Master Qing Ping said nonchalantly.
…
"Phew …" Carrie heaved a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the two Asian women did not pursue the matter. If they had yelled at the time, he would have been in big trouble.
After the taxi left the airport, Carrie started to check her spoils of war.
It was a leather bag that wasn't too big, but its style was quite retro.
It was just that he didn't know what kind of animal it was.
He wondered if this leather pouch was worth anything.
Carrie reached into the bag and pulled out a transparent bottle. However, the bottle was half filled with black sand.
What is this? Carrie was puzzled.
Jia Liwen touched it again. It was a metal plate that seemed to be made of bronze.
He didn't know what it was used for. Was it an accessory? It felt too big.
A copper bell the size of a fist, a stack of yellow paper, and a bottle of red liquid.
Carrie began to search again and found another wooden box.
Carrie felt that the box was older than the leather bag.
Carrie shook the box. There was something inside.
Just as Carrie was about to open the box, she found that it was stuck to a thin piece of yellow paper.
Jia Liwen tore the yellow paper.
She opened the lid, but there was nothing inside.
"F * ck … There's nothing valuable. What a waste of my expectations," Carrie cursed.
"Miss, we've arrived at Hollywood."
"So fast?"
"Fast? Miss, it's been fifty minutes. Are you still not satisfied? Do you want me to drive another round? Of course, it's charged. "
"Okay, how much is it?"
"One hundred and sixty-eight dollars."
"Here's one hundred dollars. Keep the change."
"Miss, I said one hundred dollars."
"No," Carrie said angrily. "Either you keep the one hundred dollars or call the police now. One hundred and sixty-eight dollars won't even be enough to file a case."
"F * ck, I'm unlucky."
The driver had seen all sorts of people. He could guess who Carrie was just by looking at her.
Therefore, she was already thanking her ancestors for giving him a hundred dollars.
The driver drove away, cursing.
Listlessly, Carrie found a shop that took illegal goods.
"Hi, Carrie, it's been a while," the shop owner greeted Carrie warmly.
"Help me see how much these things are worth."
The shop owner carefully checked the things Carrie took out.
"Thirty dollars."
A few minutes later, the shop owner gave her the price.
"F * ck, are you crazy? Thirty dollars? I don't even have enough money for the taxi. Look at the craftsmanship. They're definitely high-end handicrafts. And this snakeskin bag. It's the most popular style this year. It's made by a famous Italian fashion master, Milone. "
"My price doesn't include the bag. You can take it back," the shop owner said disapprovingly. The shop owner said disapprovingly, "In addition, these things should be made in Huaxia. They should be Huaxia religious utensils. They have nothing to do with the Italian luxury you mentioned."
"I'm not selling them!" Carrie was furious. She'd spent two hundred dollars to and from the airport.
Yet, the shop owner was only giving her thirty dollars.
This meant that she had to pay another hundred and seventy dollars for this deal.
This didn't include the twelve dollar burger she'd eaten at the airport.
She had to admit that the burgers at the airport were really expensive.
Burgers that cost one to three dollars in other places were actually sold for one dollar at the airport.
Carrie directly swept the things on the table into the bag and angrily turned around to leave. Before she left, she even kicked the door frame.
"If you change your mind, remember to come back and find me … Oh, you have to pay for the damage to my door," the shop owner kindly shouted at Carrie outside.
Carrie turned around and gave the shop owner the middle finger.
After returning home, the first thing Carrie did was open the fridge.
A strange smell wafted over.
Apart from the beer, it seemed like everything in the fridge had gone bad.
"F * ck." Carrie held the beer gloomily and sat on the sofa.
After a tiring day, she was both mentally and physically exhausted.
After drinking the last can of beer.
Carrie unknowingly fell asleep.
When she woke up again, the sky was already very dark.
Carrie looked at the time.
"F * ck, it's already twelve."
Carrie patted her head. She felt like she was still drunk.
She opened the fridge again. The hopeless rotten smell was still there.
However, Carrie decided to pick a dish that was not so hopeless as to serve as her dinner.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and Carrie shivered.
Thud —
Carrie heard something fall to the ground in the living room.
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