"You, don't try to fool me!" The lean old man was annoyed, "Don't think that you can pretend to be a master by just finding a bad old man to pick up and pick up." Today, if you don't send me to the level 10 zone or above, I, I won't leave! ”

Liu Yidao shook his head slightly, and then turned around and disappeared on the hillside as if he couldn't bear to see the picture behind him.

The goddess of fate sat down again without saying a word.

"What do you mean?" The lean old man couldn't sit still, "Talk?" Are you talking? ”

No one spoke, because the people on the hillside clearly preferred to show it with deeds.

In the blink of an eye, the lean old man was gone.

"Ah!!h

With a cry of terror, he disappeared without a trace, as if he had evaporated from the world.

"What, what's going on?" Mukong asked with a confused expression.

He stared carefully at a few people on the hillside. The goddess of fate dressed in black still sat elegantly in the middle, and the two strong men in white who were like protectors of the Dharma on the left and right also stood tall on both sides, as if nothing had happened.

"That stubborn grandpa," the little rabbit began, "was sent to the yellow circle." ”

"Oh?" Ruhua Ruyu looked at the little rabbit with interest, "This little sister has seen clearly?" ”

"It's just, just a white light." The little rabbit frowned and said, "It seems that the uncle on the right has moved." ”

"That's right, it's the man in white on the right who shoved the old man into the entrance to the yellow circle." Ruhua Ruyu paused and continued, "I entered with my head down, and I am afraid that I will suffer a crime." ”

"Head-down?" I made up the picture with an empty mind, and it was no different from suicide.

"As the saying goes, heaven is on the left, hell is on the right, and that's how it is designed here." "The man in white on the left hand side of the goddess of fate is responsible for sending people to heaven, while the person on the right is responsible for going to hell. ”

"I see." Mukong carefully looked at the left and right protectors.

They are all the same height, the same strong, and even the appearance is not different.

Soon, Muku's interest turned to the girl in black in the middle.

Beautiful, really beautiful.

What's there to see about Dahan? Of course, you have to hurry up and see the beauties.

"That old man just now went to hell." Ruhua looked at the sky and said.

"Hmm." Mukong knew what she wanted to say, so he patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, senior, it's the real thing in my hand." ”

"That's good." Said like a flower.

"That," said Rey, who had not spoken, "Eyes are empty." ”

"Huh?"

"You're going to be that sketch, aren't you?"

"What sketch?" Mukong corrected with an unhappy face, "That's called cursive." ”

"Cursive cursive." Rey repeated.

"But does that thing really work?" Rey muttered quietly, "I've seen that scribbled word, how do I think that thing is worse than that fake jade just now?" ”

"You, what do you know?" "There are a total of one hundred and forty-seven characters in this painting, and each word is worth at least a million!" ”

"A million?" Rey's eyes widened.

He couldn't figure out why it was so valuable. In Rey's eyes, every word seemed to be randomly printed with straw dipped in ink. If such a word is worth a million, wouldn't everyone be rich?

At this moment, the person who had just been in second place in the line timidly walked up to the goddess of fate.

"Hello." The goddess of fate greeted her gently.

"You, hello." The person who came stammered, and I don't know if he was born timid or frightened by the scene just now.

The man was a little boy, about ten years old, covered in dirt, with unwiped snot hanging from under his nostrils. In his small reddish hand he held an equally dirty jar as if it had just been dug out of the ground.

"Excuse me, do you want to be the jar in your hand?" Verdante asked with a smile, being patient with the dirty little boy in front of her.

"Yes." The boy made a gesture to put the jar in his hand on a silver plate on the table.

"No need." The goddess of fate stopped him, "I've seen things. ”

"How, how?" The little boy asked nervously.

"Good stuff." The goddess of fate smiled and said, "Please come in, just go directly to the level 9 area." ”

"Really, really?" As if lacking confidence in the jar in his hand, the little boy asked in disbelief.

"This is a replica of the Dragon Altar." The goddess of fate explained, "Although the color is not good, it is from the hand of Master Ye Long, it is the ninth dragon altar he imitated, thirty-seven years ago, and the number at the bottom of the altar should be 37752 if I remember correctly." ”

"Yes, it's 37752." The little boy slowly flipped the jar over, looked at the bottom of the jar and muttered.

It's just unbelievable.

Miss Verdanti, the goddess of fate, had never even touched the jar, but with a cursory glance she could tell exactly the type, origin, author, age, and even the number of the jar.

She is worthy of being a goddess who can decide the fate of everyone.

"Alright, let's go inside." Verdanti smiled slightly.

“…… Good. The little boy finally went up the hill, and just as the figure was about to disappear, he turned his head, "Sister? ”

"Hmm."

"I think," said the little boy timidly, "I would like to ask, you, how did you know the number of this jar?" You know, long after the jar was transferred to my house, my father noticed that there was a string of vague numbers under the jar. ”

"Master Ye Long has imitated a total of eleven dragon altars," the goddess of fate patiently explained, "ten of them are in this pawnshop, and only this one with the number 37752 has not yet been successful." ”

"I see." The little boy laughed slowly after muttering, "Thank you, sister." ”

"Huh." The goddess of fate smiled, and the smile was very beautiful.

At this moment, there was only one person left in front of him.

is a middle-aged woman.

She staggered in place, not taking a step forward.

"This lady," urged Ruhuayu, "it's your turn." ”

"I, I ......" The woman hesitated, her eyes constantly wandering between the goddess of fate and the three protectors on the left and right.

She was dressed cleanly, very fresh, and she didn't hold anything in her hands, so she couldn't tell what she was here for.

"This lady," said Ruhua with a smile, "if you don't want to be, it's too late." When you go up the hill, you can't help yourself. ”

"I, I'm not right!" The woman turned abruptly as if she had made up her mind.

In the eyes of the eyes, this could not be more obvious, and the woman in front of him also came to touch the porcelain.

There must have been some kind of great forgery hidden in her light clothes, but after she witnessed the power of the goddess of fate and the left and right protectors around her, she felt that she had come to the wrong place.

She didn't want to end up in the same fate as the lean old man.

Just as her eyes were in her thoughts, the woman passed past her menacingly.

Maybe the hillside was too narrow, maybe the woman was flustered, maybe it happened that because of the low height of the eye, the woman's shoulder actually hit the shoulder of the eye sora firmly.

"Ah......h

At this moment, a touch of emerald green flowed from the woman's hand, like a dreamy star.

Before everyone could react, with a crisp sound, this small and delicate star shattered!

It's like a splash of sparks, like soot blown away by the wind, green fragments scattered all over the ground, and every tiny fragment emits a dazzling light.

"Oh my God!" The woman roared in rending as she leaned down like a hungry tiger and frantically picked up the pieces from the ground.

"No, I'm sorry." He stammered, "But, you can't blame me for this." ”

Indeed, not to blame him is the woman's own problem. But seeing the green eyes all over the ground, I felt that I didn't say a word, and I was a little uncomfortable.

"Let's pick it up for you." Said like a flower.

"Don't, don't touch!" Women clutch to mud and land.

Fortunately, the bright green fragments were very eye-catching, and the people behind them did not continue to advance, and the green light on the ground gradually disappeared under the frantic attack of the women.

In sight, only two glowing green grains remained.

When the woman picked up a fragment, Rey picked it up from his feet.

"Give it to me!" The woman was very unfriendly and took it back, as if she were blaming Rey for being nosy.

At this moment, all the fragments were held in her hands. Even though her hands were covered in mud and dust, the shards were still as shiny.

"It's over......" The woman muttered desperately, looking at the fragments in her palm, "it's all over." ”

"That's what you're going to be?" Ruhua asked.

“…… Well. ”

"Anyway, you're not going to be ready to be it anyway," Sora comforted, "Besides, this thing, this thing ......"

"What's wrong with this thing?" The woman turned her head abruptly.

It's a clean, but featureless face.

"This, isn't this some kind of fake?" Sora smiled awkwardly.

"Fakes?" The woman sneered, "Where did you tell this is a fake?" ”

"I see that you suddenly said something inappropriate," said Muku, scratching his head, "and thought of the old man in front of me who was sent to the yellow circle, so, hehe." ”

"Hmph." The woman looked back, "The old lady has changed her mind now!" ”

"What, what?" He looked at her blankly.

"You've got me covered!" After the woman finished speaking, she actually held the fragment in her hand and walked towards the goddess of fate step by step.

Dangerous, dangerous.

Sora almost screamed.

In Sora's eyes, holding such a pile of fake fragments to meet the goddess of fate is tantamount to an act of throwing himself into the net.