On the eastern outskirts of the city there is a row of buildings with mountains of garbage.

The signboard hanging at the door reads: Baiyun City Garbage Treatment Center, Jiangdong Province.

This garbage recycling station also disposes of some special garbage.

The recycling station has two gates, and regular recycling goes through the main entrance.

Unconventional recycling, generally through the back door.

Those who haunt the back door, without exception, are spirit hunters.

Don't look at it at the moment, it's midnight, and there are not a few spirit hunters coming and going at the back door of the recycling bin.

Night is the main activity time of the spirit hunters.

Some of the spirit hunters who had completed the task were reluctant to leave, and from time to time they peeked at the amorous woman at the reception at the back door.

The beautiful face, graceful figure, charming OL skirt, and long legs wrapped in black stockings constitute enough to turn heads.

She is the person in charge of the back door of the recycle bin, and everyone calls her the boss lady.

When a gray panel car drove into the back door, people didn't care to look at the boss lady, and collectively paid attention to the Wuling red light.

Looking at the entire Baiyun City, only that man would drive that van.

That is a very controversial person, and the evaluation of men and women on the rivers and lakes about him, one in the sky and the other in the ground.

Familiar flip-flops, familiar leg hair.

When the door opened, revealing only one leg, everyone knew - he came, he came back with the loot, he drove the Wuling red light again.

He dragged a body bag, did not greet his peers, and walked towards the reception as if no one was around.

The male compatriots present looked at him with jealousy, and seemed to dare to be angry but not dare to speak.

That kind of jealousy is related to the man's title in the rivers and lakes - crazy and cheap.

Legend has it that when he became irritable, he was quite crazy, his six relatives did not recognize him, and the methods he used were very cheap.

The eyes of the female compatriots present looked at him diametrically opposed to those of the male compatriots.

That kind of gaze is like Ah Zhen falling in love with Ah Qiang.

In the minds of women, he is a wandering prodigal son and a male god of vicissitudes.

It is said that some beautiful spirit hunters have fought with him, learned his strengths and weaknesses, and called him this behind their backs - the Emperor.

Many women have become sister fans, praising him for having the qualifications of the eldest brother, and there is no one in ten thousand.

Seeing Brother Wang walk into a room at the reception, everyone didn't come over to watch the excitement, this is the rule.

In a room shaped like a morgue, with blinding incandescent lights, the proprietress wore a white coat, a mask, and gloves, opened the body bag, and carefully examined the body of the female murderer.

When a normal woman sees this kind of scene, she has already screamed in horror, and she is so frightened that she finds a thick shoulder to lean on.

Obviously, the proprietress is not that kind of woman.

She has no fear, professional and indifferent, like a forensic doctor who has been practicing for many years.

After inspecting the goods, the proprietress raised her head and said, "The goods are fine, go to the office and wait for me." ”

Wang Xia walked into an office and sat on the reception sofa with his eyes closed.

After a while, the proprietress washed her hands, took off her mask, twisted the waist of the water snake and walked into the office, and looked at Wang Xia with a smile after sitting down: "That thing has become a climate, forming a small alien space, the first two waves of soul hunters who killed the past, but they couldn't come back, how did you do it?" ”

Her timbre is naturally soft and numb.

What's really scary is that the proprietress knows how to satisfy a man's vanity and exudes a temptation of "little brother, you're so good".

The glint in those peach blossom eyes was like a young girl who had seen her most admired idol.

Men who are fascinated by her usually inexplicably swell and then lower their pay.

Originally, it was 100,000 yuan, but after chatting with the proprietress for a few words, it became 30,000.

Wang Xia's eyes swept over the boss's bottomless career line, and her expression was very calm.

As the emperor, he understands the truth of the emperor better than ordinary people.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was the standard crazy and cheap style: "The ability of a spirit hunter is equal to a woman's age, so you can't ask casually." Really, count the meters. ”

The proprietress suddenly became extremely resentful: "Little conscienceless, my sister talks to you about feelings, and you talk to me about money?" ”

"Am I the kind of person who talks about money?"

Wang Xia was unhappy on the spot: "Twenty catties of rice, bring it." ”

"You are more hateful than the man who talks about money, how difficult is Lingmi these days, don't you have any points in your heart? A few days ago, a document was sent above, strictly controlled, limited supply, and even I had no food left. ”

The proprietress begged coquettishly with a pitiful grievance: "We haven't known each other for a day or two, you can understand my difficulties, according to the market price, 10,000 yuan per pound of rice, I will give you 200,000." ”

Wang Xia didn't enter the oil and salt: "First of all, I never believe in such a thing as market price, a pound of rice on the black market is fried for 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and I can't buy it with money." Secondly, you know my rules, I only accept rice. ”

"Scumbag, I can see through you!"

The proprietress stood up suddenly, pointed at Emperor Wang's nose and scolded: "I said that I am very short of spiritual rice at hand, do you have to be so unreminiscent of the old feelings?" ”

"Business is business, feelings are feelings, don't mix them up." Wang Xia said indifferently.

"Count you ruthless!"

The proprietress was full of anger and made a phone call, and soon a staff member brought a bag of rice.

After all, the recycling bin is the golden sign of Baiyun City, and she can use her personal charm to let the livestock "reduce their salary", but she can't refuse to smash the signboard for the reward.

Wang Xia lifted the rice bag and first weighed the weight.

Then he put the rice bag on the desk, opened the bag and counted it in front of the boss's wife.

The white grains of rice in the bag are a little larger than ordinary rice, like a kind of high-quality rice.

An experienced spirit hunter can feel the aura contained in the rice grains when he reaches out and touches it.

Wang Xia put his hand at the bottom of the bag and kept turning the rice, feeling like he wanted to check every grain of rice.

"As for you, when did the gold-lettered signboard of our recycling bin adulterated?" The hostess couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hehe, I'm not targeting you, I'm afraid that someone under your hands will not be clean. Some time ago, in the recycling station in Linjiang City, didn't there be an insider with private goods, and the 10 catties of spiritual rice that were said to be good were mixed with 8 catties of ordinary rice. It's better to point it out in person, so as not to be unclear afterwards and hurt your deep feelings. Wang Xia continued to count the meters with a shy face.

", who has feelings for you? It's all to blame for the lard that blinded me at the beginning! ”

The proprietress was reminded of the heart-piercing past, and her temper came up.

The emperor in the eyes of ordinary girls is a man who spends money like dirt and is chic and uninhibited.

But the proprietress knows that this goods are in the waves, and she should be more cautious than anyone else.

She has fought against Brother Wang many times and holds a record of total defeats.

Every routine of the proprietress finally turned into a routine.

"Don't be angry, this bag of rice is fine."

Wang Xia accepted it when he saw it, and changed the topic: "Are there any new tasks recently?" ”

"Nope!" The proprietress huffed.

"That's okay for a little task of one pound or two pounds, I'm not a picky eater." Wang Xia did not give up.

"Did you say it?" The proprietress almost yelled out.

"It's very lively tonight, there are more than a dozen peers outside, how can there be no tasks?" Wang Xia asked.

"Some of them have just returned from completing their missions, and some have taken on the second realm mission." The proprietress found a way to beat the emperor: "You know the rules, if you don't reach the realm, you can't take on high-level tasks." No matter how powerful you are, you're only a first-realm spirit hunter, and I have a lot of second-realm tasks at hand, but it's a pity that you don't have that qualification. ”

"There are not many masters in the second realm of Baiyun City, so many tasks in the second realm, rotten and moldy, why don't you let me try?" Wang Xia is kind and seductive.

"Don't give me a problem, our unit is kind enough to provide cultivation resources to fellow people in the rivers and lakes, everyone is mutually beneficial, and some people say behind our backs that we will abduct all the heroes of the rivers and lakes as cannon fodder." The proprietress became unusually serious: "Rules are rules, if you want to take on the task of the second realm, first break through to the second realm." ”

"When I used to accompany me to look at the moon, I talked about life, ideals, and feelings. Now I talk to you about feelings, and you talk to me about the rules. Woman, your name is Ruthless! ”

Wang Xia looked very injured and walked out without looking back.

The van pulled out of the recycling station and disappeared into the night.

After a while, Wang Xia looked in the rearview mirror, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

Intuition and experience told him at the same time that he was being targeted.