"Oh!" This woman was obviously not an innocent woman. She quickly shut her mouth and chose to believe her husband.
Pan Haodu is over seventy years old. At this age, even if he wants to keep a lover, he can't just bring him home.
Moreover, this little girl was dirty and was carrying a snakeskin bag, which really looked like she had picked it up on the roadside.
"You go to the toilet and take a shower first, and then we'll talk about you. There must be a reason why the saint arranged for me to pick you up, but he doesn't want to come forward... Hey, you clean up first, and we'll think about it later
Think of ways to."
Feng Ling carefully entered the bathroom and turned on the shower faucet.
The technological level of the new world is similar to that of her past world, and the use of these devices is not unfamiliar.
"The clothes are hanging at the door. You can change them."
Pan Hao put a few pieces of his granddaughter's clothes at the door, put on his slippers, and walked downstairs.
I lit a cigarette with the sound of "Kacha", my heart was racing.
He was so nervous!
Trembling with fear!
"Damn it, I'm so jealous of Ye Gong!" Pan Hao cursed in his heart.
He is a very contradictory person. In the blink of an eye, it has been forty years since he escaped from Taoyuan Village. Although he was extremely panicked at the beginning and was in constant panic, after he calmed down, the mysterious unknown attracted him all the time.
Even though the quality of life is getting better and better, and the money is getting more and more, after seeing the broader world, and now owning one-third of an acre of land, there is a feeling that I am not interested anymore.
However, once you are used to a peaceful life, it is difficult to devote yourself to a real adventure.
Pan Hao found that the cigarette was extinguished and lit it again. His hand holding the lighter was trembling a little.
"Hey, I'm already at the age of Alzheimer's, but I still want to take risks, take risks."
But he had to follow the saint's dream.
I looked at the snakeskin bag again, and there was an ominous aura inside.
He touched the ancestral dagger in his waist.
Say silently, "hit!"
The dagger flew out, knocked down a fallen leaf outside the window, spun around again, and flew back.
"It seems that my old sword is not old and is still useful."
After washing for more than 20 minutes and cleaning the stains on her body, Feng Ling went downstairs wearing a T-shirt.
The girl is actually pretty good-looking. She is 1.6 meters tall, not too tall. Her skin is fair and tender, and her hair is shiny. However, her figure is a little thinner and her breasts are too small. She is no different from an airport... But overall she still looks the same.
Not bad.
"The Sword Comes"
"Drink tea first and eat later. Don't be afraid, my granddaughter is as old as you." Lao Pan tried his best to put on a kind smile.
"That... uncle." Feng Ling bit her lip. While taking a shower, she thought for a long time and couldn't help but ask, "Do you have a very powerful organization here..."
"How powerful do you want to be? Am I strong enough?" Pan Hao controlled the ancestral dagger and flew in the air.
I am a person who has been killed hundreds of times by monsters.
"This may not be enough..."
Feng Ling's eyes shone slightly, and white light flashed from her hole. Pan Hao's head was in a trance, and the ancestral dagger drawn in circles in the air fell to the ground with a "bang".
Pan Hao was surprised, this woman was actually the type with fighting ability!
He cleared his throat and said: "I am indeed a minion. And our world also has many powerful organizations."
"But I have to avoid them because I have to keep a secret...I don't want to deal with them."
"It's not difficult to find them."
Pan Hao picked up a banana, peeled it and ate it: "First, let me know what happened to you. If you don't say anything, I can't help you."
Feng Ling was silent for a moment, then uttered two words: "One... has invaded our world. I want to ask for help."
"Cough cough cough!" Pan Hao coughed violently, his face turned red, and he almost choked himself with a banana. It took a long time before he recovered.
He didn't know if the "demons" from other worlds were the ones he understood, but no matter what, the news was surprising enough.
"I thought it was something."
Pan Hao frowned: "It's the 'Devil' at the beginning. In addition to the saints who may help you solve the problem, other organizations... do you think it is possible? And what leverage do you have to let those big organizations with a large number of casualties save you?"
The world? With the contents of your snakeskin bag?”
"I, I, I..." Feng Ling stuttered nervously, her face was reddish and her muscles were tense.
She opened the snakeskin bag and a lot of leather shoes fell out.
"what is this……"
Pan Hao can be considered a discerning person. He could tell at a glance that these leather shoes were sold at a street stall and did not have any supernatural elements: "A pair costs tens of dollars. Or is it a single pair? You can't even sell them."
"Huh? Wait."
These leather shoes are very weird. They come in both men's and women's styles. What are they used for, but I don't know why.
Another red high-heeled shoe fell out.
"Oh? This thing... is a bit interesting. I don't know what it does, but it does have some weird elements."
Another large piece of box fragments fell out, weighing 20 kilograms. This thing is very heavy.
"Myth... Mithril?! Good guy, with such a sack, where did you get so much Mithril!" Pan Hao was startled, with a look of horror on his face, "You wouldn't steal the treasury of a big country.
Right? Could it be that your world is rich in mithril?"
"If this is really the case, the benefits are really huge!"
Mithril is bought and sold on the black market in the supernatural world on a "gram" basis. One gram costs about one million. That's still US dollars!
Real high-ranking officials and nobles all wear mithril and fine gold as decorations on their bodies. Rare things are the most valuable, and these supernatural elements are the real luxury goods, which are countless times more precious than various gemstones.
As a result, there were 20 kilograms of mithril, which might be worth tens of billions?
The more Pan Hao thought about it, the more his scalp felt numb.
If this little girl really becomes an internationally wanted criminal, he, Old Pan, can't cover her up even if he wants to!
The benefits of tens of billions are too great, especially since there are magical abilities such as divination and prophecy in this world. As long as you are willing to spend the cost, finding a wanted criminal is no longer a problem.
Feng Ling's face turned red, and she quickly said: "No, no, no, it's not stolen! It's... it's a product of Distortion, I picked it up!"
"Twisted...you mean weird, right? In our world, these monsters are called 'weird'."
Pan Hao breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the tadpole text on the box fragments, took a magnifying glass and pondered it for a long time.
I can’t understand it, I don’t know which country’s writing it is.
After the Blood Demon incident, Pan Hao stopped robbing tombs and specialized in "antiques". Of course, he had some relationship with rare objects, and he was considered to be knowledgeable and talented.
