"Master, that little devil is here."

Mr. Bao stood at the door of the secret room and whispered to the witch.

"oh?"

At this moment, there were a lot of things of various strange materials spreading under her feet, and Jingci's body was placed in the middle of the secret room by her.

Next to Jingci's body, she had begun to build a preliminary shape of a creature with all kinds of strange things. It seemed that she wanted to use Jingci as the source of life for this creature.

Although Jingci's body cannot move, all senses are completely awake, just as if they have lost contact with their own body.

The witch was like a devout saint, slowly rebuilding these underground parts one by one. When Mr. Bao saw all this, she was gradually connecting these things with Jingci's body, as if she was rebuilding a life item.

Mr. Bao looked at him and his eyes twitched slightly. He didn't know how the witch was going to torture the woman lying down.

Her right to speak was not deprived. As long as the witch's gesture was a little louder, she could hear her humble groan.

The witch kept showing a beautiful side face in her hands and asked, "What are he here to do?"

She now has to admire the tenacity of Buddhist practice. With her own method of searching the world, she could last for two days without breaking down.

You should know that even an ordinary demon would collapse in half a day with his own technique, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him could still persist.

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you die. I know that your Eshan Sect planted a soul lamp for you. As long as you die, the soul lamp will be turned off. At that time, the Eshan Sect knows that you are dead, and will definitely send someone again to investigate."

"I don't want to find trouble for myself."

She gently picked up a piece of bone, poked into Jingci's body, and smiled and said, "So, I will keep your soul fire immortal."

After she finished speaking, Mr. Bao waited for her to stop and said respectfully: "He took a bunch of things from the altar and was coming to pay the bill for us."

"Oh?" The witch was a little surprised.

She wiped her hands, picked up a piece of bone and put it on her own.

He spoke, "I didn't expect that the kid still has some ability. The clone I left there was not weak, and he was killed so quickly."

Then he turned around and asked, "How long has he been there?"

Mr. Bao said respectfully: "It should be six hours."

"Interesting" said the witch: "I thought it would take him a long time, but I didn't expect to come back so soon."

Mr. Bao: "The stronger the ability, the more you help you turn back, after the master conquers you, the more you will be."

Mr. Bao's words made the witch very useful. She thought for a while and said, "Since that's the case, then you will make things difficult for him again and see how he reacts."

"yes"

Mr. Bao nodded with complacently,

He smiled and said, "If there is a master in charge, I think he can't escape your palm."

After Mr. Bao came up, the witch started to build it again.

Jingci, who had been silent except for occasional muffled, asked, "Who are you and what are you doing?"

"You are finally willing to speak." The witch smiled even happier.

Her attention was not on the issue of Jingci, but was satisfied that after being caught, the Buddhist practitioner who was as hard as a stinky stone finally spoke for the first time.

"Don't worry, I will keep your ability to speak until you beg me and tell me everything about your Eshan Sect."

The witch rose up, her slender and tight legs crossed the various pieces of the secret room, and took a few steps back to appreciate her semi-finished masterpiece.

"You have to know that Mu Xueqing is still in my hands. If you refuse to say anything, I wouldn't mind letting her speak."

Above the secret room, there was a thin floor, Qian Yunsheng was sitting by the tea table, drinking the tea newly brewed by the old shopkeeper.

It is said that this tea has the effect of clearing the mind and improving the eyes. Qian Yunsheng sucked it gently and a hot spring gushed in. He turned around in his body, as if he opened all the pores.

Now, there were several things in front of him, such as fire tins, ethereal stones, coral buds, and mani beads...

He got these things from the altar. Except for the Soul-Devouring Grass he collected, the rest was all used by him to estimate the price for the old shopkeeper.

When he was slipping back to the city, the unexpected castle was lifted, which made him ready to go back to the city for some time, which immediately became much easier.

"Now he has also got the Soul-Devouring Grass, and he can escape at any time." He thought happily while holding the teacup and blowing away the floating leaves on it.

"Of course it's better to wait a few more days. When the thousands of spirit stones from Nether Grass are obtained, you can pat your butt and fly away."

After all, he is still poor now, and there are not even a hundred spirit stones in his storage bag, and thousands of spirit stones are still very attractive to him.

Thinking of this, Qian Yunsheng felt more and more proud. He thought to himself: "This trip to Jixiacheng is the right one. Although there are many twists and turns in the middle, at least the final outcome is satisfactory."

Thinking about the fact that the city-mopping formation has been lifted, it means that the demon's crisis must have been lifted.

"When I left, the heavenly tribulation had just begun. Could it be that the demon was destroyed in the heavenly tribulation later?" Qian Yunsheng shook his head and gave up this idea. The demon looked so powerful and would not be easily destroyed under the heavenly tribulation.

"That's when Jingci won later." Qian Yunsheng thought about it, and there was only this reason.

Since the Eshan Sect won and he killed the turtle manager who didn't know the truth, it seems that in the short term, this Jixiacheng is safe enough.

As long as you get the money from the Soul-Devouring Grass and then cleanly erase all traces, you can wait for the wind to pass and set off again.

Thinking of this, Qian Yunsheng, holding the teacup, showed a hint of undetectable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Haha, I just calculated it. According to the market price of these things, you can have more than 1,600 spirit stones."

"But according to industry rules, if the young master wants to pay off the debt, I can only give you 70% of it. In addition, it seems that these things are not all yours, your son..." When the old shopkeeper said that he deliberately stopped and smiled strangely.

Just as Qian Yunsheng was about to say it, the old shopkeeper waved his hand again and said, "I didn't intend to find out the young master's privacy, but this thing seems quite complicated. It takes time for the young master to sell it here. Otherwise, I will make the decision and calculate it with you at 50%.

After saying that, he smiled and took up the teacup, and a light flashed in his squinting eyes.

"What an old fox who only eats people and does not spit bones." Qian Yunsheng opened his eyes to Mr. Bao's bargaining level, and he cut more than half of it without hesitation.

You should know that Qian Yunsheng recognized the things on the altar at a glance, and must have been collected from the Turtle Manager these days. As for how they were collected, he could think of them with his stomach.

Therefore, he didn't dare to take it out and sell it at will, for fear that if something clearly marked is sold by him, he would reveal his flaws.

But it would be different if the old shopkeeper was eaten at one time. He originally wanted to bully the old shopkeeper and didn't understand the origin of these things. He calculated them according to the market price.

Unexpectedly, the old fox could see the source at a glance and suppress the price. In this way, Qian Yunsheng not only couldn't make any spiritual stones, but also had to find a hundred spiritual stones for him.

However, since this old fox recognized that this batch of things was not from the right origin, it also had one advantage, that is, it would not sell them at will, so that his chances of being leaked due to selling these things were greatly reduced.

If it leaks out after a long time, Qian Yunsheng will not be afraid. At that time, he might have been away from Jixiacheng for a long time.

"A little bit of tolerance will cause big plans,"

After thinking about it, a sincere smile appeared on Qian Yunsheng's face and he smiled and said, "This is too low, why don't you always add some more?"

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