Chapter 384
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"Five hundred jin! Find the whereabouts of that person for me! If you're slow, I'll tear down your broken house! "
Yang Yan roared loudly.
Today, he was humiliated. He went to chase after her with great fanfare and called for a lot of helpers, but he returned disappointed again.
If this matter was spread out in the future, how could he face others?
"Five hundred jin!"
After estimating the terrible speed of the little girl's escape, he knew that the person who left would come back. Faced with Yang Yan's request, five hundred jin was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly spat out three words from his big golden teeth.
"What?" The Butterfly of Sand looked a little confused. What kind of bullshit conversation was this? Why couldn't he understand?
"All existence is a commodity. Originally, we agreed that I would protect the privacy of all the traders in this building. Now, if you want me to give up my integrity, you need five hundred jin of dharma coins! "
Huh?
The Butterfly of Sand looked like he was struck by lightning.
So that was it!
Money was measured by jin?
Was this the origin of the name "five hundred jin"? No wonder the Fifth Boss she saw in the white light was a wretched and thin man!
"Everything has a value. My sincerity is worth two hundred and fifty kilograms. This small amount of money is nothing to the two of you!"
Five hundred jin's slightly trembling roar echoed in the air. It was timid and reckless, as if it was a broken pot.
Not only could people not get angry, but they also didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
After all, five hundred jin of dharma coins was only a few tens of thousands.
"Here you go."
Not wanting to waste any more time, the Butterfly of Sand waved her hand and immediately sent one hundred thousand dharma coins in the direction of five hundred jin.
"Thank you, Fairy Sand, for your reward!"
If the guests who admired five hundred jin for keeping his promise heard this conversation, they would definitely faint.
The so-called credibility was so cheap.
After the dharma coins clattered into her arms, in addition to humble gratitude, a small compass immediately flew out of the darkness and fell into the palm of the Butterfly of Sand.
Si Nan!
This object recorded the breath of a specific cultivator. It was very troublesome to carve it, and it required the person to be carved to have physical contact with it for more than two hours.
But it was also quite convenient to use. After the breath was recorded, within a day, no matter where the person to be carved went, there would be a small pointer in the si nan, indicating her whereabouts.
This …
This definitely wasn't done after discovering the friction between Zhen Xiaoxiao and Yang Yan. It must be because everyone on the wooden floor was given equal 'treatment'.
Sitting on a stool, he flipped through the materials for the artifacts, and without knowing why, his aura was recorded.
It seemed that selling 500 jin of human heads wasn't something that could be done in a day or two. Some people who were sold by him didn't even know what had happened even when they were about to die.
With the item in her hand, the Butterfly of Sand's gaze deepened. She pulled Yang Yan out of the building again.
No one saw that after the two of them left, the dark phantom disappeared. Standing in the room was not a wretched profiteer, but a handsome man with white teeth.
He was gentle and quiet, just like a scholar.
He muttered softly as he counted the silver coins in his hand.
"Fellow Daoist who refuses to hand over the butterfly bead, don't blame me for being heartless. Who would want me … to love money the most in this world?"
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