"Gu Buwei sure is rich. If only he was stopped by Zhi Nan a few more times …" Sir System's tone was filled with hope and excitement.
Fang Ning was speechless. 'That unlucky kid is probably still thanking Sir System …'
"What broken artifacts are they? Melt them all and recycle the materials. Antiques, calligraphy and paintings? What are these? I heard they're worth a lot …? "
Sir System asked Fang Ning.
"Gold in troubled times, antiques in flourishing times. These antiques should be worth a lot in the future. Keep them for now. Let's go to the Preservation Area."
Fang Ning had no love for antiques, nor did he have any professional knowledge. He only knew that these things were expensive. The more prosperous they were, the higher their prices would be.
He definitely could not sell them now. Everyone was panicking, so it was time for some professionals to buy at a low price.
Sir System then stored the precious calligraphy and porcelain pieces into the System Preservation Area.
That place was almost a grocery store now. If it was not for Zheng Dao helping to sell the goods and reselling some of the unused ones, it would not have been able to survive.
No matter how big the space was, it could not withstand Sir System filling it up 24 hours a day.
Fang Ning endured for a while and finally said, "Sir, you don't need to use my body to check the artifacts, right? Give me ten days of leave first …"
Sir System said righteously, "You can do whatever you want. I won't care about you for the next ten days. If you're bored, you can go to the Draconic Arcane Realm to get some fresh air. It's safe there. The place is big and there are many familiar faces there. "
Fang Ning was speechless. He said angrily, "You're just going to let me do this? I shouldn't have told you about Zhi Nan's background … Sir System, you've changed. You're no longer the honest System you used to be. "
Sir System counted the belongings in Gu Buwei's interspatial equipment and said righteously, "One is marked by the company one keeps. I've been influenced by you. Besides, I didn't lie. I said I'll give you ten days of leave, but I didn't say I'll stop seizing your body … "
"Sure, just you wait." Fang Ning snorted and entered the Draconic Arcane Realm.
"I'll wait. You're a severe procrastinator anyway. You'll forget it as you drag it on," Sir System said nonchalantly.
Currently, the public was in a state of panic. The entertainment industry was in a slump, and games and novels were stagnant.
There were a few online games that he liked to play, some were in the ghost zone, some were in the dead server, and the only one that was currently on the rise was Beasts for Daddy, and it was his gold farming base, so he naturally wasn't that interested.
Therefore, he was not interested in surfing the net. He wanted to go out and play.
Fang Ning dragged his seemingly solid body of a soul and entered the Draconic Arcane Realm dejectedly.
As soon as he entered, a high-pitched and peculiar singing entered his ears, giving him an inexplicable sense of intimacy. Thus, he immediately looked towards the source of the sound.
The voice came from the herb garden.
At that moment, some of the Whitestone people were busy inside, carefully taking care of the precious herbs and taking good care of them.
These jobs seemed inconspicuous, but it was extremely difficult to find someone on Earth who could compete with them.
One had to know that many delicate flowers and plants had a crafty habit, and some even needed to sing to grow well. It was really unimaginable.
These precious herbs were not willing to fall behind, such as the old ginseng that was about to gain spiritual wisdom …
Fang Ning quickly found the source of the singing.
It turned out to be a strong Whitestone person squatting on the ground, singing loudly to the old ginseng that was many times more lush and strong than its peers.
"A … little … flower … la … la … la …"
The coarseness of the voice was unprecedented, and it was enough to make anyone who saw it cry and listen to it break down.
Beside the strong Whitestone person was a woman in a thick work uniform.
She had an average appearance, and was currently holding her forehead with her right hand. She looked like she was in so much pain that she wanted to die.
However, the old ginseng seemed to be enjoying the song, and from time to time, it would shake its fat leaves, as if it was beating the beat in response.
'F * ck, this ginseng really became a spirit …'
Fang Ning's temperament suddenly became much better, so he did not interrupt the Whitestone person's singing.
That was because it was just a small fry in front of a big one …
He had heard songs that were worse than this, and they were completely out of tune. At least this strong Whitestone person was not out of tune …
It also gave him a special sense of intimacy, and perhaps the two of them could become bosom friends.
When Fang Ning lifted his feet and stepped into the range of the herb garden, all the green leaves of the herbs rose at the same time, as if they were welcoming the arrival of their true master.
Fang Ning was stunned, then he looked around in shock. Could it be that so many precious herbs were going to become spirits?
That was going to be huge …
Unfortunately, he soon heard bad news.
That average-looking woman in work uniform quickly lowered her head and said to the old ginseng, "Grandpa Ginseng, stop your supernatural power, don't scare the leader …"
At this time, Fang Ning clearly saw that the old ginseng shook its leaves for a while, and suddenly all the plants in the herb garden returned to their original state. Those that should be drooping their heads lowered their heads, and those that should be arrogant became arrogant …
As expected of the "King of Medicine", it could actually command a group of herbs …
However, the strong and square Whitestone person did not stop singing, and continued to sing "A little flower la la la".
"Claus, you've been singing for the whole morning, go rest, I'll continue," Zhao Xin said politely to the strong and square Whitestone person.
Claus scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "This old ginseng likes my singing, if it was someone else, it would be angry again."
"Who said so? I, the warden, am proficient in music, I believe it would like it too." Fang Ning heard this, coughed twice, and walked forward.
He was now in high spirits, "singing" used to be one of his big hobbies. When he was in primary school, he used god knows how many small notebooks to copy pop song lyrics, but unfortunately, he never found a soulmate.
When he was at work, those bastards would go to KTV to sing, and they would only call him once or twice, they really did not know how to appreciate it.
Looking at this old ginseng now, it should be his soulmate, he could not miss this opportunity.
Fang Ning could not find any fun online, so he naturally wanted to pick up the hobby he once had.
Thus, he walked in front of the old ginseng, and seeing this, Claus immediately retreated to the side, giving up the best position to sing.
At this time, no one knew, and no one would think that he was once a Heliotrope with hands stained with blood.
What the Devil Saint "Zhi Nan" could do, he, a little devil, could do too. This was the attraction of the new era, everyone could be different.
Seeing this, the old ginseng danced excitedly, its green leaves swaying up and down, as if it was welcoming its leader to sing.
If it could speak, no one would doubt that it had gained sentience, just like a normal human.
Zhao Xin also retreated to the side, ready to listen.
She had a good impression of this young warden who did not put on airs, like a superior and a subordinate.
He was actually willing to sing for the old ginseng, he was really approachable, not at all like the warden of the Draconic Penitentiary, the keeper of this magical arcane realm.
Both of them were important people, it was obvious from the people that they managed.
Zhao Xin was not a newbie, she came from the Truth Department, she had eaten pork and seen pigs run.
Not to mention the souls that came and went, the Whitestone people's skills were a hundred times better than hers, they could do what seemed like a normal job, but they could do it well in their hands.
In her opinion, someone as powerful as Fang Ning would not have bad singing, after all, he was also an Extraordinaire, he had strong control.
Fang Ning cleared his throat again, took a deep breath, and began to sing.
"A … little … flower … la … la … la …"
Zhao Xin's head was immediately covered in small circles, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Claus helped her up and gave her an honest smile.
"Thank you, leader, your singing is really unique."
"Yeah, it's really heavenly," Claus looked at Fang Ning with admiration.
"Uh, you're an honest person, you should be telling the truth. Is there something wrong with my taste?" Zhao Xin listened carefully.
She realized that she could not sing as well as Claus, although his singing was rough, at least it was in tune.
This warden, a total of seven words, none of them were in tune …
Thinking of this, she quickly looked at the old ginseng, afraid that it would be destroyed by the magical sound …
What surprised her was that the old ginseng's green leaves were swaying back and forth, as if it was dancing to the music, it looked like it was immersed in it.
Fang Ning was comforted, it was indeed a soulmate …
Thus, he continued to sing the next line that he composed.
"Two … little … flowers … laugh … ha … ha …"
Zhao Xin felt weak all over, she slowly stepped back and took out earplugs to plug her ears.
She was afraid that if she listened to it for too long, she would be in tune.
Fang Ning could not stop singing, and he sang for the entire afternoon. After all, he used to be a mic hog, but no one appreciated it.
For the entire afternoon, the Whitestone people's work efficiency was greatly reduced, and many of them almost caused accidents.
Finally, Clan Leader Shi Gan could not stand it anymore, he walked over and interrupted the excited Fang Ning.
"Venerable One, maybe it's because we're of different races, but we have a bigger difference in the appreciation of music than the nobles. Why don't we sing with this ginseng again at night when we're resting?"
"Ugh," Fang Ning was still somewhat self-aware, and stopped singing after hearing her words.
He secretly made up his mind to build a greenhouse for the old ginseng, and sing in it.
Fang Ning left unhappily.
Not long after he left, the old ginseng that was engrossed in listening to the song suddenly waved its leaves, as if it had nothing left to live for.
"Claus, quickly bring a bucket of water over."
"Alright, Miss Zhao, but can I ask, what do you need water for? It seems like a big brother just watered it. "
"To wash my ears …"
"Uh, alright, alright, I'll go right away."
Claus heard this and was instantly shocked, then he went to fetch the water without looking back.
'Damn it, I sealed my hearing earlier, that's why I wasn't affected by the demonic sound.'
'This warden really hides his abilities, this song is much more powerful than the Bewitching Demonic Sound …'
'Maybe he was actually testing me just now …'
'It's fine if I lied, but using magical energy to seal my hearing just now doesn't seem like something an honest Whitestone person would do.'
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