Thinking of this, Ling Long's guilt was more or less reduced. He had always thought that Wu Meng's death was inseparable from him - if he hadn't recruited her to join the gang in the first place, maybe she wouldn't have been killed by Ling Yue.

But when he thought of Ling Yue, Ling Long's heart was full of melancholy, he didn't know what kind of identity he should face this sister who had been with him for more than ten years in the future, his relatives, or his enemy......

Thinking about it, Ling Long also felt a wave of sleepiness hit him, originally he hadn't had much rest in the past three days, his tense heartstrings everywhere suddenly relaxed, and most of the strength in his whole body was instantly leaked.

Lying on the bed, Ling Long turned over, but suddenly felt that his waist was stuck by something hard.

After groping in the dark for a long time, Ling Long finally felt a hard object as cold as an ice cube from the bed.

"What the hell?"

Ling Long took the black and disc-shaped stone-like object outside the house and carefully examined it for a while by the moonlight.

This strange stone-shaped thing is jet black all over, and although it feels cold to the touch, its surface is very smooth, and the whole looks like a finely polished piece of porcelain.

Could it be that he accidentally picked it up when he was collecting garbage before? Ling Long had no impression of this stone at all, and although this thing didn't look good, it felt good to the touch, maybe it could be sold for a good price if he came across an antique collector......

Ling Long casually threw the black stone onto the sofa, and then went to bed, he was already extremely tired, he almost closed his eyes before he fell into a dream, leaving only the inconspicuous stone gradually glowing red in the dark night......

After sleeping until noon, Ling Long stretched his waist and looked listlessly for clean clothes.

Almost turning the house upside down, Ling Long finally found out the "treasure" hidden there before: thirty copper beard coins from under the sofa.

Ling Long weighed the few savings in his hand, and at the same time thought in his heart: "If you take the tram, you should barely reach X City, and you don't even need to think about the floating ball or something, if it weren't for this luck, I guess I wouldn't be able to sit down once in my life." ”

Sighing, when Ling Long was worried about the food along the way, he accidentally glanced at the black stone that he casually threw on the sofa last night......

Without any other thoughts, Ling Long's first thought was to quickly sell it for money.

Hurrying to pack his luggage, Ling Long put the black stone in his pocket and hurried out.

Due to the perennial recycling of garbage, Ling Long, a small trader in the dilapidated area of S City, knows almost all of them, what Li Dongqiang, Wang next door, Ma Nateng, anyway, as long as he pours out fakes, he is basically familiar with them.

Walking to a stall selling used books, Ling Long reached out and knocked on the rotten wooden table that was about to collapse.

"Who should I be, isn't this our Boss Ling, I haven't seen you for a few days and received any good things?" An old man wearing reading glasses sat under the big tree behind the stall, shaking a fan, and a pair of flip-flops tied with shoelaces lowered the civilization level of the entire S City by a few notches.

"Lao Liu, don't talk nonsense, come and see the goods!" Ling Long pretended to beckon to the old man mysteriously, "I can pick up the treasure this time!"

Don't look at Ling Long's bullied six gods and no master in school, when he arrives at the interface of this ruffian hooligan, he can talk nonsense more than anyone else.

"Okay, I'll see whose rags you bastard receive......"

Lao Liu slowly put down the pu fan, walked in front of Ling Long and took off his eyes, and in an instant, his pupils began to contract, and then turned dark green.

"Don't be serious, in your pocket over here...... Hey, where are you looking, old fellow?"

"You kid knows that I'm dazzled, can you murmur a few words?"

"In these years, those who awaken with perspective can become presbyopia, do you think this world is still good?" Ling Long deliberately teased Lao Liu, and killing time in this simple chat is also his biggest entertainment after school.

Lao Liu seemed to see something clues, and his face was getting closer and closer to Ling Long's clothes.

"Lao Liu, you can't do it, or I'll ...... this stone No, I took out this treasure, your eyes are about to fall out!" Ling Long helplessly let the old man pull his clothes, "I just said that you sell these broken novels every day, and you don't sell as much as you read in a day, so it's strange that your eyes don't spend!"

"Don't talk!"

Seeing Lao Liu's expression suddenly becoming serious, Ling Long was also frightened.

Although this old man is as poor as himself, selling some outdated novels every day to make ends meet, but his temper is extraordinarily gentle.

"I seem to have seen this object of yours from some ancient book...... Old Liu sighed for a long time, and he didn't say a reason for a long time, so anxious that Ling Long stomped his feet.

"It's been a long time, and it seems that the number of people with abilities in our city is just over half at that time...... I was collecting books in another city and I came across a book about this type of ancient exotic stone. Liu Lao slowly raised his head, looked at Ling Long with an impatient face, and said with a smile, "If you want to sell it, why don't you sell it to me, three copper beard coins, how about it?"

"Rolling ......" Ling Long couldn't know much about this old man's character, and three copper beard coins were not enough for him to go out for the past few days!

Seeing Ling Long's disappointed appearance, Lao Liu couldn't help but smile "haha", then took Ling Long's hand and came to the tree, picked up the pu fan and pointed to the distance: "If you really want to know the specific situation, maybe she can help you." ”

Looking in the direction of Lao Liu Pufan, Ling Long was attracted by a beautiful woman wearing wide sunglasses and a beige long skirt from afar.

"Okay, old man...... I'll just say that you don't sell books well every day, so take a broken fan and make this yarn......" Ling Long looked at the beautiful woman sitting under the sun umbrella in the distance, and sneered and teased, "You're dazzled, old pervert!"

Lao Liu was not angry when he listened to Ling Long's chatter, and picked up a coloring book printed with beach beauties with a smile and read: "Let me tell you, she will come to the outdoor stall in front of her every day at this time to order a glass of wine, which is much more punctual than you!"

"How do you know she can help me?" Ling Long was a little confused, but now it seemed that the old man in front of him, who was usually old and disrespectful, also seemed to have a mysterious energy.

"Don't you see what she's dressed for? I don't know if I can help you answer your questions, but at first glance she looks like a gullible master...... Don't you need money, just use her to practice your hands. Lao Liu squinted his eyes, as if he was using all his strength to push the pages of the book.

"Are you real...... Yin!" Ling Long sighed helplessly, "But I like it!"