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Gordon quietly followed, trailing all the way. Sometimes shuttling through the trees, sometimes climbing the eaves, always keeping a distance of about 100 meters from Sinbad.

The moonlight was shining brightly, sprinkled on Sinbad's little red apple-like face. He looked restless for a while, brows tangled for a while, and seemed preoccupied.

Sinbad's background is quite suspicious, but Gordon is not interested in learning about it, and only follows him to find out if the boy is related to the Storm Horse Thieves, the Blood Prison Society, or the local gang.

Walking through the bazaar, Sinbad walked into the civilian quarter. The area is darkly lit, and the residents have long gone to bed. Unless it is celebrated, only the aristocracy is accustomed to nightlife.

Gordon leaned down, skimmed over the rooftops of a house, and followed Sinbad into the alley, in front of a small, old stone house. In the dead of night, bursts of men's violent coughs came through the broken windows.

When Gordon saw Sinbad enter the house, he jumped down and leaned down by the door, listening closely.

"Uncle Musa, I'm back." Sinbad lit up the fuel lamp, and the room lit up with a hazy yellow glow.

"Allah bless...... You're finally back. Ahem, so ...... It's late, I'm really ...... Fear that something will happen to you. The man said in fits and starts, struggling to sit up from the bed, his scrawny shadow reflected in the window.

Sinbad hugged the man and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Uncle Musa, I took a job today, and I just finished it." He took out ten silver coins and held them in his palm like a treasure, "Look, this is the money I earned today, and I can help you buy medicine again." ”

Mosa shook his head with a wry smile:

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"It's useless. I hurt the Tree of Destiny...... The source power is wasted, and it can't be cured by taking medicine. Don't ...... for me anymore Worry about it, don't ...... anymore It's a waste of effort on me, a wasted person. ”

"Uncle Musa, you were injured like this to save me, how can I not care? Besides, it's not that you can't cure it, it's that you can't buy a good medicine to cure the Demon Tree on the market. If only I could open the treasure trove that my father buried before his death......"

"Ahem, forgot that...... Treasure trove, you can't take it out. Ahem, listen to me, you can go. You're grown up to support yourself, and I'm relieved. You should get out of here, out of the land of sand, out of the Capricorn Domain. They must ...... Still looking for you, here...... Insecurity. ”

The words were intermittent, mixed with the man's cough, and Gordon couldn't hear them very clearly. He slowly shifted his position, leaning against the window railing, and getting closer.

Sinbad's abruptly straight figure reflected in the window: "Escape? Where to flee to? How long to escape? Escape for the rest of your life? Even if you survive, what can you do to be a coward? ”

Gordon saw Sinbad excitedly gesturing his hands, like a young lion grinding his teeth and claws: "No! No! No! The lion would rather be torn apart by a jackal than die in the circus! ”

Musa coughed sharply, his back arched, and he couldn't breathe. Sinbad hurriedly soothed his back and brought him a bowl of honey water for him to drink.

"Are you...... A real lion, ahem, the same as when the chief was a teenager...... Gallant. Moses gasped and said, "But...... You are naturally repulsed by the source power and cannot cultivate. You can't go back to the tribe, you don't understand, the enemy ...... The power is too great. Ahem, one day, the almighty Allah...... The villains will be punished. ”

Gordon saw that the boy was silent, and after a while, Sinbad said in a trembling voice: "I know who the real enemy is, my father did not die of illness, but the leaders of the believers conspired to harm him......"

"Say no more." Musa's withered hand grabbed Sinbad's arm and coughed violently, foaming blood from the corners of his mouth. "You have to ...... Keep the blood for the chieftain, or I ...... I'm sorry Chief Chief. ”

"Okay, uncle, don't be angry, I know what you mean. It's getting late, so get some rest. Sinbad had no choice but to comfort him, cover Musa with a blanket, and help him lie down slowly.

Uncle is old after all, and he doesn't want me to take risks. Sinbad blew out the oil lamp and fell asleep with her bright brown eyes open. That's right, you can't cultivate yourself, but there are many ways to defeat enemies. If you can open the Vault, if you ...... He had a picture of Gordon in his mind.

After a few moments, there was no sound in the room. Gordon quietly departed, thinking repeatedly the words "Lion, chieftain, sick and dead, chief of the believers." The prefect of the believers refers to the king of the land of sand, who has combined power and divine power, and who has just taken office more than four years ago and has taken office as a stronghold of the Cobra family.

And a few years ago, there was indeed a tribal chief in the land of sand who died of a sudden illness, and the nail plan is clearly documented. Originally, Gordon would kill Sinbad and destroy the mouth, but now it needs to be carefully considered.

Leaving the civilian area, Gordon went straight to the bazaar, and went to the shops that bought black goods.

He first came to the spice shop, the door was closed, the copper lock was hung, and the inside was black and rumbling. There were no passers-by nearby, and the whole bazaar fell silent. Gordon pulled out a thin wire, drilled into the keyhole, and with a few stirrings, the copper lock opened. He dodged and sneaked into the store, carefully covering the door.

A rich aroma greets you and refreshes your heart. Gordon pulled a pearl of the night out of his pocket, and the soft blue light illuminated the surroundings.

On the counter covered with red silk, transparent glass boxes are displayed, which contain precious white-lipped musk, ambergris, purple sandalwood, and agarwood from the country of porcelain...... On the shelves in the middle, there are bags of cumin, pepper, fennel and other spices to accompany food.

Gordon bent down and groped and beat for a while on the four walls. "Crunch", he touched the mechanism, and a wall began to slide, revealing the darkroom.

There is only a pale yellow coffin in the room, which is rectangular and uncarved, with slender cracks and wooden textures distributed on the surface, and from time to time emitting wisps of mellow fragrance. This is Zhan

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Sandalwood, ground and taken with pearls, can slowly improve mental power. Such a large sandalwood coffin is enough to be a hematite-level treasure standard.

Gordon removed the lid of the coffin, and it was filled with spices to assist in cultivation. Most of them are in the black lead grade, and some are gray tin grade. This spice shop should secretly purchase cultivation resources, and then secretly sell them to civilian warriors at a high price to make huge profits.

Gordon carefully inspected the dark room, and when nothing was unusual, he put the lid of the coffin, restored the qiē in the spice shop, and hurried to the other two shops at the east gate of the market.

As soon as he approached the street, Gordon immediately felt that something was wrong. On the porch of the east gate, a soldier of the Sand Fox tribe leaned against the pillar, dozing off with his head down. Near the herb shop and the jewelry store, a few beggars huddled on the ground in tattered felt, with wooden plates begging for money in front of them.

Lying still on the roof, Gordon thought for a moment and gave up his intention of sneaking in. With the help of the moonlight, he could see the beggars' faces clearly, and then returned to the hotel.