Ding Yang was a treasure hunter.
He had made a name for himself by fighting. When he was in an ancient tomb, he accidentally swallowed an elixir that was still in its shelf life.
Because of this, he, who was originally just a mortal, had one foot in the door of immortality.
After accumulating a lot of wealth, he changed his identity and became the boss of a shell company with a net worth of tens of millions.
At the same time, because he had been brainwashed by all the immortal cultivation novels on the Internet, Ding Yang realized that he had stepped into a realm that ordinary people had never even heard of in their lives through a fortuitous encounter. He realized something — I'm definitely the f * cking main character!
Unfortunately, in this era, there was a lack of Spiritual Qi. It was almost impossible to reach the threshold of immortality through self-exploration.
Therefore, Ding Yang simply transformed his shell company into a garbage dump. He went to the countryside to collect all kinds of ancient garbage. He often went to the antique street and became a fat sheep in the eyes of all the antique shop owners. He wanted to find a few magic treasures that had been passed down from ancient times.
He didn't expect that he would really find some strange magic treasures. Although he didn't find anything good, such as the ring with the old grandpa in it, or the mysterious bottle that could accelerate the ripening of all kinds of strange flowers and herbs, he was even more convinced that 'I am the main character!'
Today, he had come out on a whim to wander around, but he didn't expect to see something that interested him.
Now, he was following a teenager who was dressed like a country bumpkin.
Don't get me wrong. He did not have the kind of hobby that would make men's chrysanthemums cold. He was just curious.
Within a day, the young man had visited almost all the lottery shops in the vicinity. As long as the shop sold scratch-off tickets, he would take out money to buy one. After scratching off the scratch-off tickets, he would leave. That's right, every ticket had a prize, and the prize was around one thousand to five thousand.
After half a day, he had almost earned 100,000 yuan. Although it was not comparable to Ding Yang's, it made Ding Yang realize that the teenager probably had some kind of treasure.
Of course, Ding Yang did not want to kill him and rob him.
Even if he had been brainwashed by immortal cultivation novels, he was very clear that this was a society governed by law. It had not yet reached the point where he could kill anyone who stood in his way. If he casually killed someone, he would have to go to prison to pick up soap or eat peanuts …
Besides, Ding Yang himself was not a bad guy (of course, he was not a good guy either). Otherwise, he would not have needed to transform his company into a garbage dump at all. He could have used more radical methods to collect what he suspected to be magical equipment.
Right now, he just wanted to see the other party's treasure.
He saw the young man once again exchange a colored dot for a 5,000 yuan bonus and put it into the bag he just bought not long ago. After carefully leaving the place, he was about to follow him, but he found that three burly men were one step ahead of him and did the same thing.
— — Dividing line — —
"How is it? This Emperor is still quite useful, right?"
The female ghost in the sword proudly floated around Chen Tuwa.
After searching for half a day, she realized that among the few abilities she had left, she still had X-ray vision. Therefore, he took Chen Tuwa to buy scratch-off tickets.
Although the young man was a little hesitant about this, in the end, when he thought about his father who was still lying in bed and his brother who was waiting for school fees, he could only use this shady method to make money.
In theory, after he had enough capital, he could use the female ghost's ability to make a lot of money by gambling on stones, picking up scraps, and so on. However, if he did that, this novel would become a business novel, so Tu Wa did not plan to do that.
"It's okay." Because he always felt that if he praised the female ghost, the female ghost would get carried away, so Chen Tuwa just replied without any expression.
"About the matter of the blood recognizing its master …"
"No, I've been anemic recently."
"It's fine if you don't use your blood! This Emperor is not picky! "
"No, I've been dizzy with blood recently."
"You clearly had duck blood and vermicelli soup for lunch …"
"Is that the same thing?"
The two bickered as they walked into a small alley.
At this time, the female ghost in the sword glanced behind Chen Tuwa and said leisurely, "There are a few guys with bad intentions sneaking up on you."
Chen Tuwa was stunned for a moment, but he immediately reacted.
As the saying goes, don't show your wealth, it should be because when he won the money, he was targeted by the hooligans. After all, a child with a few bundles of money in his hand was quite tempting to the outlaws.
Originally, in order to hide the large amount of prize money and the ancient sword, he specially spent money to buy a big backpack, but he did not expect to be targeted.
"Do you need my help? As long as you drip your blood to recognize me as your master, no matter how many mortals there are, they won't be a match for this Emperor. "
Seeing Chen Tuwa in a difficult situation, the female ghost in the sword not only did not panic, but also kindly persuaded Chen Tuwa.
"Look at my shoes."
Chen Tuwa said unhurriedly.
"What?" The female ghost in the sword was stunned.
She followed Chen Tuwa's gaze and looked down, only to find that he was only wearing a pair of old sports shoes.
"I used to wear cloth shoes to participate in the city's middle school's long-distance running competition and won first place. This pair of shoes was my reward at that time."
Finished speaking, the youth took to his heels and ran away like an arrow leaving a bow, leaving behind the dumbfounded female ghost and the outlaws.
"Ah, that kid ran away!"
"Fuck, he ran so fast. Big brother, we can't catch up!"
"Take a shortcut, quickly take a shortcut!"
The hooligans who were stealthily approaching from behind suddenly panicked voices.
Clearly, the fact that a roasted duck suddenly sprouted wings and flew away caught them somewhat unprepared.
However, although Chen Tuwa ran very fast, he did not come to Southern Chu City often and was not familiar with the terrain. On the other hand, those three hoodlums were locals and were very familiar with all kinds of shortcuts. Not long after, Chen Tuwa was blocked by them in a small alley.
"Huff huff … You damn brat … Huff huff … Run for me again … Huff huff …"
"Fuck … Huff huff … You run like … Huff huff … Rabbit huff huff …"
"I … Huff huff huff … I must break … Haha … Your legs!"
The three's panting appearance greatly reduced their deterrent force, but the complacency in their eyes was as clear as day.
In the end, before they could make a move, Chen Tuwa, who did not even pant, swung his backpack and knocked one of them down.
The backpack, which contained nearly 100,000 yuan in cash and the ancient sword, was quite heavy. Although it was not as strong as a meteor hammer, it won in the element of surprise. It was about the same as the legendary stool that was ranked first on the weapons list.
"They actually dared to make a move … Looks like I have to show some real skills!" The guy who seemed to be the boss took out a butterfly knife and made a series of dazzling movements. Then, probably wanting to show off his fierceness, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blade.
The other guy, who seemed to be the younger brother, cheered and flattered from the side.
Just as Chen Tuwa was considering whether or not to take advantage of this opportunity to leave, the two hoodlums suddenly rolled their eyes and inexplicably fell to the ground.
Then, from the corner of the alley, a man about 27 or 28 years old walked out.
"Don't worry, they just fell asleep. It's not a big deal." He made a drinking gesture towards Chen Tuwa: "Little brother, do you want to go to the milk tea shop over there to drink something? My treat. "
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