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Gu Xiaoxiao didn't look at the paper given by the old man, not because he didn't believe the person the old man introduced to her. It's that she has no intention of looking for the man for the time being.

Half a month ago, she and one of the others accidentally stepped into the realm of Shangjing, and at that time she felt a dangerous aura, and what made her even more jealous was that this dangerous aura was not the first time she smelled it.

Until today, when she stepped into the realm of Shangjing again, Gu Xiaoxiao smelled the breath that made her feel dangerous again, and as she gradually went deeper into Shangjing, she faintly felt that this dangerous breath had also smelled in Jiang Jia's blood.

So can it be speculated that Jiang Jia's transformation into a xenomorph was not an accident, but artificially created? If this is the case, wouldn't it be that as long as the other party is willing, he can create countless xenos like Jiang Jia.

Gu Xiaoxiao still remembered that Jiang Jia could spray a kind of mucus on his hand, as long as it was sticky, there was no way to break free in a short time.

From the time she woke up until now, she rarely felt what was scared. But for some reason, this dangerous aura could make her and her soul tremble.

A group of them left the dock and walked a kilometer to see a market. Even in Shangjing, compared with the market of the civilized era, although there are many people, the goods are a little simpler. They look for the items they need in the market, and if they find a suitable one, they exchange them for food or other items.

The most popular currency traded here is rice. For example, half a kilogram of rice can be exchanged for a pack of instant noodles, and two kilograms of rice can be exchanged for a palm-sized piece of cured meat. In this bazaar, as long as you have rice, everyone is willing to exchange it with you.

Chen Mo chose two double-edged short knives in a shop that sold weapons, he picked up a small square scarf, wiped the blade, and waited for the fine dust on the blade to be removed, his slender middle finger flicked the blade, and the blade made a crisp sound, which was very pleasant.

"Boss, how much rice is this knife?"

The armory was opened by an old man with a gray beard. The old man's face was covered with dense age spots, his eyes were sunken, and he looked as if he hadn't had a good rest in a long time.

The old man hunched over and staggered to a firestand, picked up his hammer, and began to forge weapons.

"Sonorous—sonorous—" spilled slag all over the ground.

"Boss, how much rice is this knife?" The old man didn't answer him before, Chen Mo thought that the other party was old and hard of hearing, so he asked again.

The old man glanced up at Chen Mo. Those eyes changed from their previous tiredness, and there was a fine light in their eyes, just by looking at it, Chen Mo felt as if he had been hit by electricity, as if he had magical power, so he didn't dare to speak again. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would disturb the old man to build a weapon, which would be a desecration of the weapon.

Chen Mo stopped talking, he quieted down, watching the old man casting weapons, and it was a whole day to watch. Until the sun went down, the weapon in the old man's hand was not ready.

Gu Xiaoxiao, girl, and Jiang Hao sat with Chen Mo all day. They weren't interested in weapons, and every minute and second they spent with Chen Mo was like an ordeal for the three of them.

Fortunately, when Jiang Hao's stomach gurgled with hunger, the old man finally stopped what he was doing.

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and took out a kettle and an enamel cup that had long since yellowed from the back room.

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