Everyone returned to the inn and seized the time to practice, make up for various shortcomings, in order to deal with more tense situations.

Zhou Lie kept holding a rotten cloth head, his eyes were filled with solemnity. It was not until the two macaques came back that he came back to his senses and looked at Lang Dingtian!

Lang Dingtian lay on the ground and asked lazily: "How is it? What's your unique feeling?"

Zhou Lie closed his eyes and recalled his feelings just now, saying, "This Turin shroud is real. It once carried very powerful spiritual power, and it was the time when the spiritual power transformed, so it left behind a lot of insights into the world and life! It is an extremely rare treasure! However, the Tao is different and does not plan for each other. This is the Tao of Western saints, which is different from the Tao we uphold. So we can only observe it, not look down on it."

Lang Dingtian frowned and said, "Oh? Since you can't rely on the power of this piece of rotten cloth head, wouldn't you spend so many points in vain?"

Zhou Lie opened his eyes: "If we can't use it, it doesn't mean others can't. Being a middleman can make a difference. I have already kept in mind the running rules of the spiritual contract, and this is the biggest gain of this trip."

"What? What?" Lang Dingtian felt a little dizzy and looked at Zhou Lie incredibly: "It turns out that you are trying to make this idea from beginning to end. Grandma, can you really make a difference? Don't take the risk."

Zhou Lie laughed confidently: "Hahaha, isn't there such a saying? If there is 50% profit here, it is worth taking risks for him. If there is 100% profit here, it can trample on all laws in the world. If there is 300% profit, people will dare to commit any crimes, and even risk a lifetime of death to realize him! Don't worry, in my opinion, it is not difficult to refine the blood of a saint. Only when the blood of a saint is refined can this piece of crappy cloth have a real effect."

"Wait, apart from the blood of the saint, what is the value of this piece of rotten cloth head?" Lang Dingtian was very surprised. What did Zhou Lie find on this piece of ragged cloth head?

"This?" Zhou Lie kept it a secret: "I just saw some valuable things. Before entering the specific process, I only had an idea. When the blood of the saint is extracted tomorrow morning, the senior can look at it with me."

"You can do it! If this saint's blood was so easy to refine, the ghost market would have refined and sold finished products on its own. How could you be a middleman?"

"Hahaha!" Zhou Lie laughed again when he heard this and nodded in agreement: "Senior said this well. If the ghost market had a way to deal with the Torino shroud, it would not take much effort to screen customers!"

"Hey! Then why are you still so proud?" Lang Dingtian was a little confused.

"Of course you have to be proud! As the saying goes, you have a specialty in your profession. What is the most expensive in the world? Talents! They can't find talents who can handle the Torino Shroud, which does not mean that I can't find them. Of course, it's not 100% sure. It's already amazing to have fifty or sixty percent."

Zhou Lie said as he put away his head of rotten cloth, looked at the two macaques and smiled, "You two wanted to talk just now, but it seems that they have found a flaw."

"I discovered it! I did find a leak! There are two Mediterranean giant salt insects here. They have been extinct for many years in later generations and are actually sold as ordinary monster insects. We also traveled around the world and only knew about the existence of this monster insect by chance. Only by feeding them salt can we show special features. Usually, they do look like ordinary monster insects, and it is difficult to see abnormalities."

Deng Yuan and Xiao Hong were both happy and proud. This discovery was not an ordinary small leak, but a very large leak was picked up, which would definitely bring a qualitative leap to the team.

"Okay!" Zhou Lie called Bai Lu from Jianjia's team to find a way to collect salt, preparing to try how capable this big demon salt insect has?

Deng Yuan and the others still gained some gains, but they all picked up small leaks, so they just gave them to the team members for use, and they didn't take it seriously.

The second half of the night was calm and there was no trouble.

Lang Dingtian was worried about the blood of the saint and felt that a piece of ragged cloth head would at most half a drop of the blood of the saint, and it would be nonsense if it was too much.

When the rooster crowed three times and the sun shone across Yuxi City, Zhou Lie sent away his tired figure, and twenty-eight test tubes lay quietly in the wooden box on the table.

Lang Dingtian ran over early in the morning. Seeing the wooden box with wide eyes, he shouted: "No? Do you really have a way to refine the blood of a saint?"

Zhou Lie spent a lot of his mind this night, and was also very sleepy at this moment. He yawned and said, "It is not the blood of a saint, but the diluted gold blood. However, it was divided into the blood of preaching, the blood of dedication, and the blood of treatment after professional processing! From the beginning, I targeted the mid-range market, the ghost market was for large customers, and I settled for the second best for the medium-sized customer group. Of course, the main focus is on precise positioning. I believe that those blue-eyed and blond-haired Westerners have no ability to resist when they see the blood of gold, and they have to compete for one. What do you think of the senior?"

"Damn! Are you not the Demon Lord? When did you learn to do business?"

Zhou Lie said humbly: "Boy was originally a fish seller, but by chance he got to this day! As the saying goes, horses are not fat without night grass, and people are not rich without external wealth. This is a truth that has not changed for thousands of years! Since the ghost market is doing points business, it proves that there are loopholes to be exploited, and fighting and killing alone is far from enough!"

Lang Dingtian looked at Mu Zi again, shook his head and said, "I was speechless after hearing what you said."

Zhou Lie suddenly became serious and took out the rotten cloth head and said, "The key point is not the blood of gold, but another way exposed by the loss of the protection of the holy blood of the Turin shroud! The Western saint was resurrected from the dead, which is the key. He had bathed in death, from birth to death, from death to life, what he had experienced in this rotten cloth head!"

"Hiss?" Lang Dingtian immediately paid attention to it: "What are you going to do? It feels unusual."

"Haha, what am I going to do?" Zhou Lie's eyes were cold and said coldly: "Does the person who killed me think he can be safe? It just so happens that I still have a curse left by a master, so I can be lifted while understanding the way of life and death!"

Lang Dingtian praised: "Okay, this is the Demon Lord. Someone sets a trap for you, and it is impolite to come but not go! I will help you with all my strength."

"A ceremony will be held in three days to pay homage to our two sacrificed companions! Within these three days, I will arm the team. As a professional and technical intermediary, I am very cruel."

"Grandma, your style has become so fast, and you have returned to the middlemen again." Lang Dingtian had already returned to his heart without realizing it. He decided to work with Zhou Lie, and he ran to the black one by one. I don't know which guy is unlucky and will become a fat sheep to be slaughtered.
Chapter completed!