The seller said in a deep voice: "I can't answer who I am, and I can't answer how I got this Yyang Copper Jian." "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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Yo, I understand Chinese, and I still speak in a straight and round broadcast style.

But the question is, what I want to ask is whether the latter question is good, don't answer it, I'll ask a p!

Or be arrested and tortured?

But if you run into a ruthless stubble, don't say anything about killing you, or blow yourself up, it's not good.

I thought about it for a moment and asked, "How much can you sell? Not to mention the price at the auction, it's inflated." ”

The seller was silent for a moment, and then said: "100 million credits, this is the bottom line, beyond this bottom line, I will definitely not sell! You can snatch it, even Ms. Y Shadow is so afraid of you, who else in the entire ghost market can stop you? I am just an ordinary mage, I can't fight people that even Ms. Y Shadow is afraid of, and I won't do tasks to resist, but if you try to force me to answer the question, my life will end at the moment of coercion, and my soul will be gone! You can't get any useful information. ”

Gu Yiwei couldn't help but sneer, "The frog at the bottom of the well, self-righteous, do you want to try it?"

I hurriedly waved my hand, "Don't mind, we're here to do business and talk about business, not to rob, 100 million is 100 million, you go, I won't ask you questions." ”

The seller was visibly surprised, "Can I go?"

I said, "Do you want me to invite you to dinner?"

The seller immediately got up and bowed to me, "Thank you for your tolerance and big belly, and if I have the opportunity in the future, I hope to be able to really get to know you." After saying that, he turned around and hurried away, walking too quickly, his steps staggered a little, and he almost tripped himself when he went out.

Don't look at him calmly, he is afraid when he thinks about it, life is precious, and no one wants to die if he can live.

However, it is useless for him to run fast, I have already ced a message lurking in him.

Of course, there is such a good trick to use, is it much stronger than asking here and not knowing whether his answer is true or false? It is even stronger than Gu Yiwei using coercive means to seize the memory, you can follow the vine and find out the forces behind this person.

The guy who can come up with such a thing for auction will not be a lone ranger.

After the seller went out, he hurriedly said goodbye to Ms. Y, went out without stopping, without communicating with anyone, went to the bank and converted the credit value into his card into US dollars, and then returned to the building with countless imports, and entered through one of the small doors marked with the word 0414.

Coming out of that door, it turned out to be a basement.

The area is quite large, there can be ** tombs, each tomb has a stone tablet and the name of the deceased, and the seller walked out from the tombstone of one of the tombs.

There were more than a dozen people around, all wearing black robes, covering their heads and faces, and holding tools with strange shapes but clear mana fluctuations in their hands.

There was a little devil with wings standing on the tombstone where the seller went out, and when he saw the seller, he let out a shrill cry, and I didn't understand what he said, but the seller immediately took out a gold coin with an ancient shape and threw it to the little devil, and the little devil stopped calling and honestly shrank back into the tombstone.

It seems that this little devil is the same position as the harp angel we met, but it is more sad to meet our harp angel.

The group of black-robed people on the side didn't speak, but came up and hugged the seller and walked out.

Walking up the steps, it was actually a room, and there were desks, chairs, TVs, fans, and even an old-fashioned computer.

Living on top of the cemetery is a perverted custom.

There were six people in the room, big and small, men and women, who seemed to be a family, and they all lay on the ground tightly, not even daring to lift their heads.

As he walked past them, the seller stopped, looked at them, threw down another gold coin, and said something in a deep voice.

Damn, I don't understand!

When books are used, I hate them less, and I only know how important a foreign language is when I meet foreigners.

I realized that there was a big leak in my plan.

Even if you can use the information line to follow the monitoring all the time, it's useless if you don't understand it!

But now that we've come this far, we can't just quit, at least we have to figure out where these guys are coming from.

The man lying on the ground held the gold coin in both hands, and said something in a loud voice, as if he was expressing his determination, and after finishing speaking, he crawled over and kissed the shoes under the seller's robe.

The seller walked out of the house surrounded by a group of black-robed people.

It's a small, low, dilapidated house, crooked, and looks like it's about to collapse at any moment.

Outside the house is a narrow street, the road surface is uneven and full of garbage.

On both sides are dilapidated houses with courtyards, walls, and gates, which look no different from ordinary people's homes, but most of the houses have only one or two floors, and the dim light shines through the windows, reflecting strange shadows, which seems indescribably weird.

Most of the houses on both sides of the street are residential, and occasionally you can see small shops with small signs, all of which are pure small shops with narrow doors, but when you turn a corner, you rarely see a relatively huge building, with a round top, but it is a mosque.

The black-robed men stopped and stared at the mosque for a moment, surging with a strange atmosphere, and then continued walking along it for a while.

Further on, the street is a little wider, but still dilapidated, and you can see the bus stop.

I just couldn't see a single figure.

In a large area, the streets are like a maze, and the houses are dense, but there is not a single pedestrian, and you can't even hear the most normal human voices in the residential area, only the whining and low cry of the wind when it passes through the streets, as if the ghosts are singing in a low voice, full of the strange atmosphere of Y Sen.

A group of black-robed men walked silently through the quiet streets, like a group of real ghosts.

Actually, there are ghosts here.

From the seller's point of view, I can occasionally see cowering black shadows hiding their heads and tails in the streets and alleys, obviously some ghosts, even if they are not evil ghosts, they will not be ordinary ghosts.

It is impossible for there to be so many ghosts in the places where normal humans live, only cemeteries can have this phenomenon, could it be that there is a burial chamber under each of these houses?

There are living people living above, dead people living below, people and ghosts living together, and it is really a life with personality.

This kind of place must be very famous, and I guarantee that I can find it when I go back to Baidu, of course, I can also ask my senior sister.

A group of black-robed people finally walked out of this humble city and came to a wider street.

Three cars split up from the hidden corners, picked up the black-robed man, and quickly marched along the street in a neat line.

The black-robed people in the car took off their black robes one after another, revealing the straight suits they were wearing inside, all of them were extraordinary, especially the seller, who was about fifty years old, full of gray hair, neatly groomed beard, with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and a folded handkerchief on his chest.