The dance floor was noisy, but there were not many people. After all, it was only the afternoon. For this nightclub, it was only the first glimmer of dawn. It was far from the time to wake up.
The sound system was excellent, and the DJ was doing his best to control the music. Even when the wine glasses were placed on the coffee table, the ripples on the surface of the wine could be clearly seen.
A blond man in a black suit was sitting on a leather sofa. He had a cigar in his mouth. He was very handsome, the kind of Western handsomeness. His every movement exuded the aura of nobility. It was not the aura of a son of a rich family, nor was it the aura of a son of a government official. Instead, it was a nobility that had been accumulated over many generations and was about to be integrated into his blood.
Beside him, there were two dancers serving him attentively. At this moment, the dance hall seemed to be opened for him alone. All the liveliness was just for him.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Before the person arrived, his voice arrived first. A shadow began to move out from the shadows of the dance hall.
The Western man waved his hand, and the music stopped. The DJ, the dancers, and the waiters all retreated. It was obvious that even the most unrestrained dancers and drinking princesses were 'well-trained' in this place.
The cigar was then thrown on the floor, and a hole was immediately burned into the expensive carpet. However, the man did not care.
"You're very late," the man said in a reproachful tone.
"I was delayed by some matters."
A shadow slowly shrouded the sofa. In front of the Western man, the shadow gradually enlarged and became thicker. In the end, it condensed into the figure of a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The man had a full beard, and he wore an undershirt and riding boots. There were muddy stains on his shoes, and his body also exuded an uncivilized aura. This man really looked like someone who collected protection fees in a small town. Moreover, he was one of the worst among those who collected protection fees.
Sal did not hide his disdain. He looked at the man in front of him with disdain.
"I'm very curious. You Chinese seem to have this kind of tradition. You're obviously of noble status, but the more you like to dress like the lowest class of slaves, the more you like to dress like this. This kind of bad taste is really hard for me to understand."
Sal was very handsome. He had a hooked nose and eyes that shone with a strange light. If someone took a picture of Sal, they could probably take it to the list of heirs to the British royal family and quickly find his identity and photo. He was quite close to the top. Of course, although the current Queen of Great Britain was very old, she was still very healthy. The heir to the throne had been suffering for a long time. Now that he was white-haired, his mother was still alive, so he could only continue to be called a prince.
"My apologies, Count Shar, but I, Amuri, do not consider myself a Chinese."
"Haha, this is really interesting. A few decades ago, we British people didn't recognize you as China people. You didn't dare to say a word and were subdued by Beijing. Now, we British people recognize you as China people, but you don't recognize it and are starting to make a fuss.
This, this is really interesting. "
Sal shook his head. "Forget it, I'm not interested in your trivial matters. I just feel that, as an audience, you actually dare to interfere with the secular world, and even dare to promote this kind of thing. According to you Chinese, oh no, according to the Chinese, isn't this called setting fire to oneself?
Hmm, or perhaps, this Earl has learned another idiom, called pulling chestnuts out of the fire. Don't burn your hands before you eat the chestnuts. "
"Thank you for your concern, Earl. The Chinese have another idiom, nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"Up to you."
A wooden box appeared in Sal's palm. The wooden box was carved with a cross, and the aura of the formation was very obvious.
He placed the wooden box on the coffee table. "There are 12 low-level formation scrolls, 3 wind element scrolls, 5 fire element scrolls, and 4 thunder element scrolls."
Then, Sal took out two more scrolls and placed them on the other side of the coffee table. These two scrolls were emitting a purifying light. Even if one was close to it, one would feel warm, as if they were purified and blessed, becoming carefree.
"Two mid-level light element magic scrolls."
There were a total of 14 scrolls. 12 were low-level scrolls, and two were mid-level scrolls. These were not exchanged from the microstore, but were made by the Western magicians.
The items in the microstore were of little value to the more powerful the Audience was. It was more like a convenient door for the Audience below the Senior Audience level.
But for the Senior Audience and above, it was very difficult to rely on the microstore to obtain things that were of great use to them.
On one hand, the slightly better items in the microstore seemed to be purposely priced by the broadcast. This low-level scroll, in the microstore, cost 2,000 story points per scroll. Not only was the price sky-high, but the effect was also very poor. It belonged to the lowest of the low-level scrolls.
The scrolls that were even lower than the low-level magic scrolls were the apprentice magic scrolls. They were very cheap, costing 50 story points each. But these scrolls were more suitable for the Audience below the Senior Audience level. A casual throw of it would produce a ball of fire or lightning. But to use an apprentice magic scroll in a battle between the Senior Audience level, it would be like two adults fighting, and one of them was holding an itch.
After so many years, both the Eastern and Western Audience circles had never stopped researching and observing the broadcast. The temperament of the broadcast had also gradually been figured out.
Strictly speaking, the items in the microstore were like the equipment shops in the novice village. It was considered to be a convenient starting point for the experiencers, low-level Audience, and ordinary Audience. It was like a spark that helped to light up a fire. As for how strong this fire would burn in the future, it depended on one's own efforts and luck.
Because of this, regardless of the quality of the goods or the price-performance ratio, the exchange in the microstore could not continue to satisfy the truly powerful Audience. Thus, there were many transactions.
The forum organization that Lin Zhou was previously a member of was such a trading platform. It traded spiritual artifacts and information. The two people in the ballroom now represented a force in the West and were trading with a force in the East.
Amuri clapped his hands, and three crystal-colored human skulls landed on the coffee table. Each skull emitted a strange light, as if one would sink into it if they looked at it for too long.
"Count, are you satisfied?" Amuri asked.
"Inspection is complete."
Shar nodded and took the three skulls to his side, while Amu Li kept all the scrolls. This transaction was considered complete.
"Count, I still have something to do. I'll take my leave."
As soon as Amuri finished speaking, he turned into a shadow again and disappeared.
Sal picked up a glass of brandy on the coffee table and took a sip. He stuck out his tongue slightly and laughed dryly.
"They are really bold. They actually want to rely on the fate of an independent country to integrate into their own hands. What a bunch of lunatics. These Easterners are a bunch of complete lunatics!"
Sal suddenly remembered that scene. The woman in the red cheongsam had arrived in the sky of England that morning and directly wiped out a city. All the experts in England, no, all Western Europe had sensed it. They had also issued a mission to kill her in real life, but no one dared to do it. She had come and left just like that. Even after that, she did not die. Although she was much more low-key than before, she was still alive.
Fortunately, this woman had disappeared recently. She must have gone to that place.
Sal stood up and loosened his muscles. "If I remember correctly, the strongest aura fluctuation was in the southwest direction."
He waved his hand, and a dancer leaned over.
"That place is about 20 kilometers away. What is that place?"
"Sir, are you planning to travel to Purple Mountain?" The dancer pointed out the place.
"Oh, Purple Mountain."
…
Originally, after the transaction was completed, Sal should have immediately returned. As a Western listener, it was very unsafe for him to stay in the East for a long time.
However, he was really a little curious.
Curiosity killed the cat.
A layer of dark clouds floated above Purple Mountain. The atmosphere below was even more oppressive. On the road that was about to enter the mountain, Sal subconsciously took out the cross that he always wore on his body and walked in.
After walking in, Sha Er nodded thoughtfully. "Is this the Oriental's Camouflage Formation?"
Not far ahead, there was a wooden stake with a pig tied to it.
No, no, no.
When Earl Sha Er came closer, he could see clearly that it was not a pig, but a person. However, that person was very, very fat, and his soul should have been suppressed, but his life was not in any danger. Moreover, there was a defensive formation around him, blocking the surrounding resentment from approaching.
In front of the wooden stake was a construction site that had stopped working. However, the site was filled with strange flags, and resentful spirits were wailing non-stop. There were no less than eight thousand resentful spirits below, and their resentment was absorbed by the flags and projected to another location.
"Sss … God above, who are they cursing? Where did they find so many resentful spirits?"
Earl Sal suddenly felt that the Easterners' methods and methods were much more advanced than those of the West. Of course, it was also much crazier.
"Count Shar, you shouldn't have come here." Amuri appeared behind Count Shar.
"Purely out of curiosity, purely out of curiosity." Earl Sal waved his hand. He did not believe that Amuri would attack him because of this. "Who are you cursing?"
"You're wrong, Sir Earl. We're not cursing anyone. We're just dispelling the resentment of the nearly eight thousand vengeful spirits underground to help them reincarnate as humans. Otherwise, if they go to the underworld with resentment, they'll only be reduced to the path of beasts. Buddha is merciful! "
Earl Sal curled his lips. He was not stupid, how could he not know what was going on?
"Then where did you disperse their resentment?"
"According to common sense, the air of the people they met earlier, the people they just met, and the last few people they ran into, will be the last things that the resentful souls touched and remembered. Naturally, they will be the targets to vent and expel their resentment. The Buddha will agree to sacrifice a couple of people so that the eight thousand resentful souls can be reborn."
"I seem to have heard that there is an eminent monk in Tibet who is also a listener, but he is not on the same path as you." Obviously, Earl Sal had guessed something.
"Amitabha, sacrificing one's life for righteousness is the great aspiration of our Tantric disciples. I believe that fellow monk will gladly endure it."
It sounded nice, but it was a tacit agreement.
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