When Xia Lu and Yan Ji saw Xi Bo, she naturally swept over and saw them.

It seems that the relationship between the two is developing well.

The time limit has not yet arrived, and what Yan Ji does is his business.

There are still some days in Hancheng, and there is no rush for a few days.

After Xi Bo left, he walked over according to the location marked on the minimap.

Go straight ahead for 250 steps, turn left for 50 steps, and turn left for another 100 steps.

There is such a small place in the shopping street.

Quiet, soothing.

It's a book house.

It's actually not suitable to say that the bookstore is not suitable, there is Hanmiao Bookstore hanging on the sign outside, but the things sold inside are just some small things.

Of course, this little thing is also divided into types.

On the surface, what the people who came in saw was just some porcelain knick-knacks, nothing new.

The place is not large, and a maximum of two people are allowed to travel together.

Pushing open the darkened door, there was a screeching sound.

I don't know how old it is, and how long it hasn't been lubricated and opened.

When Xi Bo stepped in, there was a woman sitting in the front seat who didn't know what she was doing, tinkering with her own things, bowing her head and not making a sound.

Totally casual with the guests or something.

The environment is a bit gloomy, and the lights inside are filled with the oldest round light bulbs, and the light turned on is extremely dim.

Ordinary people probably don't want to even collapse when they see it inside when they pass by the door.

Not to mention being timid, I'm afraid it will feel weird and terrifying even at a glance.

The atmosphere of this shop is really quirky.

Strange is really weird.

There are many kinds of breaths mixed in it, and Xi Bo can feel a mixed coolness when he opens his eyes.

The electric light above his head flashed.

Orange, flickering, and the instability of the light doesn't seem to have an impact on the woman tinkering with her own things at the front desk.

The woman at the front desk didn't care when she heard the sound of the door opening, and she was bent on tinkering with what she was doing.

Xi Bo caught a glimpse of the flat jade in the shape of a light plate, which was inlaid by the woman with various things, as if it were just one of her hobbies.

The location of this store is on a commercial street, but it is not suitable for the situation here.

The woman had a wooden face and used tweezers to pick up the side and place a variety of colored things.

Others may not know, but Xi Bo felt an aura on those little things.

Although the aura is weak, there are still some of them.

The woman's movements seemed to be disorderly, but after she touched the first small object with the flat jade and inlaid it in it, the flat jade-like thing faintly exuded the luster of the same kind of object.

Ordinary people can't see it, but Xi Bo's eyes can clearly see the flow of some spiritual energy.

It's not how many, but in this only aura, Pingyu has formed an existence like an air-raid shelter.

"What do visitors need?"

The woman finally spoke after setting the third jewel.

The moment she raised her head, Xi Bo saw that there was a prosaic and desireless darkness in her dark pupils.

As if ...... The Living Dead.

Just looking at him will make people retreat.

The woman looks average, but I don't know why it gives people a great illusion.

"Guns."

The contents of the house seem to be safe and sound, but in fact they are staggeringly lethal.

"What gun?"

The woman continued to speak, her eyes were still unwavering, she glanced at her and lowered her head to do the work on her hands.

"A gun that can shoot wounds, a special species."