Chapter 60
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She took the sword sheath and looked at it, then said, "Bill please."
The shopkeeper smiled and invited her to the counter, then said with a smile, "Miss, the Seven Stars Sword Sheath is 1,200,000 yuan, and the set of silver needles is 35,000 yuan. I'll only charge you 1,230,000 yuan for these two items. Take the last five thousand yuan as a discount. I hope you'll come again next time."
After Fengjiu paid the bill, she put the Seven Stars Sword Sheath and the silver needles into her Qiankun Bag, then left with Guan Xilin.
Seeing her use her Qiankun Bag, the shopkeeper was surprised. Qiankun Bag? It seemed that the girl's family background was not ordinary! That's right, otherwise, how could she buy the Seven Stars Sword Sheath for millions of yuan without even bargaining!
The two bought a lot of things outside and went back after a whole day of shopping. The people who were watching them watched them enter a remote courtyard, then one of them left to report.
In an inn, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged in cultivation. When he heard a low call from outside, he said, "Come in."
A man quickly walked in, bowed respectfully, and said, "Second Master, this subordinate has been following those two people for an entire day. I saw them enter a relatively remote courtyard. This subordinate inquired around and found out that they moved in three days ago. They claim to be brother and sister. Also, when we were in the Treasure Pavilion today, the bag that the woman in red took out was the Young Master's Qiankun Bag."
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said in a gloomy voice, "A pair of brother and sister? Describe their figures and appearances to me in detail. "
"Yes." He described the figures and appearances of the two people, and finally said, "But the girl in red covered her face with a veil, so I couldn't see her face clearly."
The middle-aged man's eyes were gloomy, and one of his hands was hanging by his side, while the other hand was clenched so tightly that blue veins appeared and made cracking sounds.
"Draw a picture of the girl in red and send it to the Black Market Mercenary Mission Board. Also, tell the Black Market people where they are staying. Tell them that I want to see the girl's head the next morning!"
"Yes!" The man respectfully answered and quickly left.
It was night. The night sky was pitch-black, as if it was shrouded in dark clouds. Not a single star could be seen.
Dressed in red, Fengjiu was lying on the roof with one hand resting on his head and the other looking at the Qiankun Pouch in his hand. He muttered, "So there's a soul imprint inside. No wonder I was targeted even though I changed from a beggar to a woman's outfit."
Keeping the Qiankun Pouch, she looked at the pitch-black night sky and sighed, "This feeling … Why is it so good! It's a dark and windy night, a night for murder! "
There was a hint of laziness in his nonchalant tone, as well as a hint of imperceptible … anticipation.
As the night deepened, Fengjiu yawned on the roof, feeling a little drowsy.
Until the second half of the night, Yue Niang shyly peeked out from behind the dark clouds like a young girl, sprinkling the bright moonlight on the ground …
Four black silhouettes holding long swords rushed over with a cold murderous aura. They quickly arrived outside the courtyard and leaped up. Just as they were about to jump into the courtyard, they were startled by a voice.
"I've been waiting for you for most of the day."
When the sleepy and lazy voice came, the four black-clothed mercenaries instinctively looked in the direction of the voice.
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