What's going on?

Ling Zikai, who was in doubt, felt that this feeling of energy movement was somewhat familiar, as if it had appeared once before.

After thinking about it, I suddenly recalled that when the thousand-year-old ginseng was discovered in the Tiger Leaping Stream, wasn't there such a fluctuation in the energy of the ancestral gods?

Could it be that this carrot in front of him is really a wild ginseng, and the essence contained in it arouses the desire to devour energy?

Ling Zikai quietly released the Ancestral God Consciousness, and as soon as it was extended to the little boy's stall, he felt that a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the image in his mind, as if a bright moon suddenly appeared in the dark night sky, which was particularly dazzling.

According to past experience, if it is a wild ginseng less than 50 years old, the essence of vitality contained in it will only appear in the image as a faint point of light like a firefly; when it reaches the age of 100 years of ginseng, it will be the size of the Big Dipper; if it is more than 200 years old, it will be about the same as the morning star; and the size of the bright moon in front of you clearly means that there has been a ginseng king for more than 1,000 years.

But this kind of probability is not to say that it is in this trading market, even in a top-secret place like Tiger Leaping Stream, which has thousands of years of accumulation, Ling Zikai has only encountered it once, let alone now?

How is this possible?

Ling Zikai really couldn't believe it.

He stopped, walked to the stall, crouched down, and looked again at the wild ginseng that the little boy was talking about.

From the outside, the plant covered with black soil, except for the reed head that looks a bit like ginseng at the top, has neither a reed wrist, nor a branch, not to mention rust lines, pearl spots, etc., not even ginseng, and there are no ginseng characteristics at all. In other words, it's more like a black carrot.

But approaching the plant so closely, the energy fluctuations in Ling Zikai's body became even more obvious, and he had to confirm that even if the thing in front of him was not ginseng, it must be a heavenly treasure containing the essence of heaven and earth for thousands of years.

He really wanted to take that thing to his hand and take a look, but he was afraid that after he came into direct contact with it, the ancestral energy in his body would indiscriminately devour the essence of that thing. He didn't want to make the same mistake again.

When they saw Ling Zikai suddenly squatting in front of the little boy's stall, they all stopped.

"Sister, let's take a look, is this ginseng or carrot!"

Hearing Ling Zikai's call to himself, the cuckoo also walked up to him and squatted down.

But before she could speak, the little boy had already rushed to answer: "Of course this is ginseng, and it is wild." I don't lie to you, if it weren't for my father accidentally falling on the mountain and injuring his leg, and he was in a hurry to wait for money to treat his illness, I would be reluctant to sell it!"

The little boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, but he seemed very sophisticated in his speech.

Ling Zikai glanced at the little boy, who looked a little thin, but his body was quite athletic, his skin was dark and faint, and two snots flowed out of his nostrils from time to time, and then he inhaled it again. Wearing a somewhat shabby black short-sleeved black short-sleeved shirt, he looks like a baby who grew up in the mountains.

"I don't think this thing is a carrot, but it won't be ginseng, probably the roots of some kind of plant! Didn't the kid just say that this thing was dug up in a cave, and if it was ginseng, how could it grow in a cave? ”

After looking at it carefully for a while, Du Juan said to Ling Zikai, "What, do you want to buy it?"

Ling Zikai nodded and said, "I think this thing is quite strange, I want to take it back for Professor Lin to test, what the hell is it!"

In this public, Ling Zikai didn't tell Du Juan what he found, and made an excuse casually.

"Little friend, let me tell you, this thing of yours is really not ginseng, and no one will come to buy it. Otherwise, if you make it cheaper, we'll buy something fun. ”

The little boy shook his head and said, "No, my father is only five hundred yuan away from being able to go to the hospital for treatment, and I won't sell it if I don't have a penny." ”

Du Juan still wanted to continue to bargain, but saw Ling Zikai and said, "Okay, if you say five hundred yuan, five hundred yuan, I want this thing!"

The little boy was overjoyed and said, "Okay! I'll wrap it up for you." ”

At this moment, a voice sounded next to him: "Wait! We will ask for 600 yuan for this thing!"

Ling Zikai raised his head when he heard the sound, and found that at some point, there were three more people around him.

The speaker was a young man with glasses, who looked quiet, and had a small leather bag under his arm, like a secretary or something.

And when he saw the other two people standing beside him, Ling Zikai was stunned for a moment.

It's a coincidence that both of these people know each other.

One is an old man in his fifties, with a red face, a round white gentleman's hat on his head, a white cardigan silk Tang suit, and a paper fan in his hand.

When Ling Zikai saw this old man for the first time, he just felt a little familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen it. But after feeling a faint energy fluctuation coming from the old man's body, he immediately remembered it.

Isn't this the shaman Wuda of the White Tiger Gang that I saw in the Tiger Leaping Stream? At that time, he still had the ancestral god consciousness that attacked him, making him roll on the ground with a headache.

It's just that the two haven't really met each other, so Ling Zikai knows Wu Da, but Wu Da doesn't know him.

The other person was the businessman of the Stick Country who had just clashed with Ling Zikai and them in the Xing'an Hotel yesterday.

Ling Zikai didn't know how to deal with yesterday's clashes. At that time, Zhang Siping was handed over to the people of the military district guard to deal with, and the final result of the handling has not been told to himself.

Unexpectedly, this stick country merchant appeared in front of him with a swagger now, and there was nothing to do.

Thinking about the conflict at that time, if it weren't for the fact that the White Tiger Gang took out a pistol, it wouldn't be a big deal, plus the foreign status of this stick country businessman, probably the relevant departments wouldn't be able to do anything to him, and there would be nothing to make a fuss about when he was released.

"It's really a narrow road! I didn't expect your dead stick to be released so quickly! Why, are the bones on your body itching again today, and you want me to dredge it for you!"

Ling Zikai didn't react yet, and Su Guoer over there also found the stick country merchant, strode in front of him, and shouted at him.

The merchant of the Stick Country obviously didn't expect to meet Ling Zikai and them, and when he saw Su Guoer standing in front of him, he rolled up the sleeves of his arms, revealing his strong muscles, and looked like he was about to fight, so he couldn't help but take a step back in fright, hide behind Wuda, and keep saying something to him.

It's just that he spoke stick language, and Wuda didn't understand it at all, so he had to ask the young man with glasses, "Translator Li, what are you talking about?"