Xingyue City is different from Chihong City, Ruolan City, Dangyang City and other inland areas, because it is a mountain city built on the mountain, so there are many sections in the appearance of the city, and its criss-crossing, road curves, and twists and turns are not felt in the mainland cities.

Dongfang Ziyan followed Dahan from the city avenue into the mountain city road leading to the south of the city, these roads are uphill and downhill, there are everyone on the roadside, any sound can be heard, there are beggars, there are also prostitutes, and you can also hear the sound of Tsing Yi opera singing, all of which are endless.

Sure enough, this is a mixed place. Dongfang Ziyan thought as he walked. Finally, the big man led him to a roadside door, the door was made of logs, and the house number on it was no longer clear after some years.

"Is this it?" Dongfang Ziyan pointed to the wooden door and asked.

Dahan didn't answer him, but opened the door with the key, and then pushed the door in, and there was a black hole inside the door, and Dongfang Ziyan also followed him in.

After entering the door, Dongfang Ziyan found that this was an ordinary house, although it was large but the display was simple, the big man walked to the wall next to the fireplace, picked up the record book, and then asked, "Before we go down, we have to know your name, this is the rule." ”

When Dongfang Ziyan heard this, he sighed in his heart, he actually forgot that underground shops need to be registered, but he didn't show anything on his face, he immediately responded, "Wang Fushun, Fu is like the Fu of the East China Sea, smooth Shun." ”

"It's a simple and easy to remember name, it's a pseudonym." Dahan said casually as he recorded, and then he turned and walked towards an inconspicuous inner door.

Dongfang Ziyan followed him into the door, behind which was a wooden staircase that went down, which should lead to a dark basement, where he could ask about the smell of damp and moldy, as well as the smell of rust and oil and gas. After descending the wooden staircase, there is a closed basement, the area is not very large, like a small mechanical workshop, only two exhaust fans are hanging on the upper edge of the basement and rotating, there is a ghostly breath constantly coming out, it is the cold air sucked in from outside. There is a counter in the underground workshop, and there are a lot of machines displayed behind the counter, as well as various tools hanging on the wall, and various mechanical drawings are also posted on the wall. An old man with a white beard was fiddling in front of the machine, and a young man was beside him, who looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Owner! Guests are coming! Xiao Qi came out to pick up customers. The big man went down the wooden staircase and shouted first, and the sound of response immediately came from the basement with the lantern lit inside.

"Oh, back?" I saw the old man raise his head, push away the goggles with his oily hands, and the gray beard around his mouth trembled.

Dahan sat down on the sofa outside the counter, put the ghost knife in his hand on the wall, seemed to be tired, and then leaned the back of his head against the back of the sofa.

"What does this guest want to buy?" The apprentice named Xiao Qi walked out from behind the counter, took off his gloves and asked Dongfang Ziyan.

Dongfang Ziyan didn't answer immediately, but looked around, and then walked towards the counter curiously, and the apprentice Xiao Qi followed behind him, ready to introduce Dongfang Ziyan at any time.

The old man didn't pay attention to Dongfang Ziyan, and after taking another look at him, he put on his goggles and started to get busy with the business at hand, only to hear the clanging sound of the mechanical workbench and the sound of the drilling machine.

And Dongfang Ziyan walked to the counter, looked at the mechanical products displayed behind the counter, and there were many alchemy products, including guns and ammunition, hidden weapons and crossbows, as well as various precision machine products, all kinds of everything, most of which were prohibited from being sold on the market, so they could only be sold in underground stores, but Dongfang Ziyan saw the underground store he made and sold for the first time, which was both an underground store and a private alchemy machinery workshop.

"That, did the old gentleman do it too?" Dongfang Ziyan pointed to a black square box on the shelf behind the counter and asked, "Isn't that a black box cannon?" I said how it was so familiar. ”

Xiao Qi looked in the direction that Dongfang Ziyan was pointing at, and couldn't help but be taken aback, not only that, after Dongfang Ziyan's words blurted out, the old shopkeeper who was busy was also taken aback, he took off his goggles, and hurriedly shouted, "Xiao Qi!" Salon! Fast! Please come in! ”