Early in the morning, there were many pedestrians on the street, most of them women.
Lin San wandered around the street for more than an hour, but did not see Ye Ling'er's shadow. In the end, he had no choice but to find someone to ask. After looking around, Lin San finally came to a place selling poetry, calligraphy and paintings. in front of the stall.
The owner of the stall immediately greeted him warmly: "Brother, would you like to buy something? I have a complete collection of poetry, calligraphy and painting here."
Lin San smiled slightly: "Boss, I want to ask you something,"
"What's the matter?" the boss asked doubtfully.
"Oh, I just wanted to ask where I can buy bamboo baskets," Lin San said politely.
The boss frowned and said, "I don't know. If you don't want to buy a collection of poems, calligraphy and paintings, just go away and don't affect my business." When the boss heard that Lin San was not here to buy a collection of poems, calligraphy and paintings, his attitude suddenly became extremely cold.
"A snob like you will never get rich," Lin San said, turned around and left.
"What are you talking about? Are you looking for a slap in the face?" the stall owner yelled at Lin San's back.
Lin San paused, turned around and glared at the stall owner: "If you have the guts, try scolding me again."
The street stall owner was stared at by Lin San's cold eyes. He suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. An unspeakable chill surged from the bottom of his heart. He opened his mouth wide and was so stunned that he didn't dare to say another word.
Although Lin San had lost all his magic power, after all, he had killed so many people, and a lot of evil energy naturally gathered in his body. If he really showed his power, ordinary mortals would really not be able to bear it.
"Humph," Lin San snorted coldly, turned around and strode away.
"Huh..." The stall owner stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and muttered in a low voice: "Who is that guy? Why does his eyes look so scary?"
Lin San walked around a few streets and finally met a kind-hearted old man. After the old man's introduction, Lin San came to a street specializing in selling fruits, bamboo baskets and the like.
There are only five or six main streets in Huaiyang Town, and there are more than 20 small streets. There are regulations on what is sold on each street. Some streets sell calligraphy and paintings, but you cannot sell fruits. Some streets If you sell food, you can't sell weapons... All in all, Huaiyang Town has very strict rules, lots of them.
There were many pedestrians on the street, almost crowded. Lin San walked slowly on the street sideways, looking around for Ye Ling'er's figure.
"I won't sell it, you go away," a woman's angry voice suddenly came from the front.
"Hey, Miss Ye, I haven't seen you for a few days, and your temper is getting hotter and hotter," a sinister man said with a smile.
"That's right, Miss Ye, we were kind enough to buy your bamboo basket, but instead of being grateful, you even drove us away. You are too incompetent," another man's voice sounded.
Lin San looked up and his face suddenly darkened. Not far in front, there were two gangsters bullying Ye Ling'er. At this time, Ye Ling'er's cheeks were bulging, as if she was very angry.
An old cloth was spread in front of Ye Ling'er, and a dozen bamboo baskets were placed on the cloth.
There were a bunch of passers-by watching the excitement around, but no one was willing to come forward and speak to Ye Ling'er.
"I said, I won't sell my bamboo basket to you," Ye Ling'er said with a cold face: "Please go away now and don't affect my business."
The two bastards standing opposite Ye Ling'er suddenly laughed: "Today, we brothers have decided to buy your bamboo basket. If you don't sell it to us, we won't leave." These two bastards They are famous scoundrels in this street. The tall one is called Yang Dashu and the short one is called Wang Xiaomao.
"You...don't bully others too much," Ye Ling'er was so angry that her whole body trembled.
Yang Dashu smiled evilly: "Miss Ye, who are you selling your bamboo basket to? It's not like we won't give you money. Xiaomao, hurry up and give the money to Miss Ye."
Wang Xiaomao immediately took out two coins from his arms and threw them on the old cloth on which the bamboo basket was placed.
"I've given you the money, I'll take the bamboo baskets," Yang Dashu bent down and grabbed five or six bamboo baskets.
The remaining seven or eight bamboo baskets were also held in Wang Xiaomao's hand.
"Put down the bamboo basket for me," Ye Ling'er rushed up and grabbed the bamboo basket.
Yang Dashu raised his foot and kicked Ye Ling'er to the ground: "Ye Ling'er, don't be so shameless. I'm going to order your bamboo basket today... Oops," mid-sentence, Yang Dashu suddenly He covered his eyes and screamed in pain, and the bamboo basket in his hand fell to the ground.
Lin San stretched out his hand to pinch Yang Dashu's neck and said coldly: "It's so shameless for a big man to bully a girl." After saying that, Lin San raised his knees and hit Yang Dashu hard in the stomach. Don't look at it. Lin San has lost all his magic power now, but it is still very easy to beat a few mortals.
"Oh," Yang Dashu's face turned purple and he let out a miserable scream.
Lin San threw Yang Dashu out with a flick of his wrist.
Yang Dashu rolled around on the street like a rubber ball several times, and finally hit the wall hard. His face was bruised and swollen, and his clothes were dirty and torn. He looked very embarrassed, and he was completely different from the domineering look he had just now.
Wang Xiaomao pointed at Lin San: "You... you are so courageous, you actually dare to fight someone from the Tiger Wolf Gang..."
"Even if the King of Heaven comes, I can still hit him." Lin San went up and gave Wang Xiaomao a big mouth, then "boom, boom," two punches, and finally kicked Wang Xiaomao away with a kick.
Wang Xiaomao slid five or six feet in the air, and then hit Yang Dashu on the head who was just about to get up.
Yang Dashu screamed and fainted.
Wang Xiaomao got up from the ground, said a few harsh words, picked up the unconscious Yang Dashu and ran away.
Lin San turned around and walked to Ye Ling'er and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
Ye Ling'er looked at Lin San with a look like a monster: "You... you are actually so good at fighting,"
Lin San smiled: "When I was a child, I often fought with gangsters on the streets. As time went by, I also developed some skills."
"It's true that people are not judged by their appearance. I didn't expect that you don't look very good, but your skills are amazing," Ye Ling'er said with a sigh.
Lin San was stunned: "No, I'm quite...handsome, but when it comes to your mouth, I'm not that good." Lin San was very confident in his appearance and couldn't say that he was fascinated. He may be a girl, but he is also extremely handsome.
Ye Ling'er smiled, ignored Lin San, picked up the bamboo basket that had fallen to the ground, rolled up the old cloth, and left.
"Why are the bamboo baskets gone before they are sold out?" Lin San asked in surprise.
"The two people you just beat are famous scoundrels here. It won't be long before they bring people back to take revenge." Ye Ling'er didn't want to cause trouble, so she was going to close the stall and go home.