Feeling the strangeness, Yang Fan pretended to put down the dagger calmly, picked up a few other tattered pieces and carefully examined them for a while. It's also possible that zombies used weapons.

Yang Fan held a short sword, his eyes turned, and he suddenly thought of a very familiar scene, and secretly said in his heart: It can't be that kind of place, right?

Seeing that Yang Fan was fascinated, Yuyun's face was happy, thinking that Yang Fan had taken a fancy to it. Hurriedly rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "This master, it's really a good eye, these are all fine products." Since you have taken a fancy to it, and I also feel that it is like a familiar thing at first sight with this master, and everyone is a human race, I will cheapen you, and you will take all four pieces of conscience price, as long as a thousand copper shells, what do you think? Moreover, this thing is the best gift for a beautiful woman, for the sake of these two beauties around you, you can't miss it. ”

"Huh. ”

Yang Fan chuckled, threw back the short sword in his hand, or rather the short sword, and turned around and left here.

Ma Xiaoling glanced at Yuyun with admiration, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, your treasure is too valuable, it's better to keep it for yourself, or sell it to a foreign uncle, we can't afford it." ”

After the four of them left, Yuyun pursed his lips and muttered disdainfully, "I can't afford to buy it and watch it for a long time, hmph, it won't be a spy, no, I have to report it." Those aliens are stupid and should be able to cheat a few small bucks. After speaking, he was about to leave, but after thinking about it, he muttered again, "Forget it, I am also a human race, and I have not suffered a loss, let him go." After speaking, he picked up the short sword and shouted loudly, "Take a look, take a look, the ancestral craftsmanship, the carefully forged copper sword, the price is fair, and the five hundred copper shells vomit blood and sell it."

Yang Fan, who was walking in the distance, heard clearly, looked at each other a few times, and was very surprised.

Ji Yue'er smiled and whispered, "Hehe, master, this person is very shrewd, and he is also a talent." ”

Ji Wu Ancestor also nodded and said, "Yes, this kid is not only good at words, but also very shrewd. Since he went to the territory of the alien race to do business, it means that he originally planned to deceive this group of aliens, and his temperament is still passable. I think it's better to take him back and train him well, he should be a good minion. ”

Hearing the praise of the ancestor, everyone also nodded. I saw Yang Fan turn his head to Ji Wu and say, "Ancestor, I want you something." ”

"What?"

"Please look at him, I want to know the origin of these bronzes, so please go and see how he is doing. If we could, we could take him with us tomorrow when we left. I expect there will be guests here at night, so I can't get out of it for the time being. ”

"Don't worry, but I want to ask, are those bronzes important?" Ji Wu asked with some confusion.

"Well, it should be of some use. Yang Fan nodded and said.

After Ji Wu listened, he didn't ask much, his figure flashed, and he left a few people. After that, Yang Fan took his second daughter and walked on the street until sunset, returned to the teahouse and rented two rooms, and after dinner, it was already nightfall. Because it is a place of alien rule, there is also a curfew here, and no one is allowed to go out at night, so the town is very quiet at this time. Yang Fan glanced out the window and saw that the street was empty, so he blew out the oil lamp and sat cross-legged on the bed.

In the seemingly quiet night, there was not a trace of wind. And it was the second half of the month, and there was no moon pass, and the whole desolate land was pitch black.

"Knock Knock"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the window three times outside. Although the window was not closed, the man did not enter.

"Who!"

Yang Fan got up and asked in a low voice.

"It's me, Murakami!"

"Murakami-kun, please come in, what do you need to be yourself in person so late?" Yang Fan asked very strangely.

I saw a figure flash and enter the house. Yang Fan was worried about being discovered, so Yang Fan closed the window before lighting an oil lamp. He put the oil lamp on the table and brought a chair to Murakami.

"Sit, Murakami-kun has something to do?"

"Yang Fanjun, you are my best friend in the village, what else do you want to hide from me?" After Murakami finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Fan. Seeing that he didn't take off his clothes and fall asleep, he was even more sure of his thoughts, so he said, "Yang Fanjun, what is the purpose of coming this time, say it, as long as I can do in the village, it is to lose this head, and I will never postpone it!"

"This"

Yang Fan frowned tangledly, and said in a low voice, "Murakami-kun, let's go back and rest, I'm really fine?"

When Murakami heard this, he immediately widened his eyes and said loudly, "You don't recognize me as a friend!"

Yang Fan was startled, and hurriedly said, "Be quiet!"

After that, he walked to the door, opened it gently, looked out a few times, and saw that there was no one around. After closing the door, he returned to the table and sat down, took out a jar of wine, took two bowls, and poured a bowl of wine for both.

Picking up the wine, Yang Fan said to Murakami, "Murakami-kun is also a friend of Zaokami, how could I not recognize it, let's do this bowl first." ”

Murakami nodded and picked up his drink.

"!"

The two drank it all, and then Yang Fan poured it full for the two of them.

"Hey!"

Yang Fan sighed and said, "It's not a secret, this time I came here, I was ordered by the family to come to inquire about the news." You also know that the Terran side has won great victories one after another, and has gathered a large army and stationed in Fengcheng. However, for the Ten Days Kingdom on your side, there is very little known about it, so it has not been attacked. And my family, both openly and secretly, have business to take care of. So he received the task of offering a large reward on the Terran side to find out the news of Haicheng. And I was ostracized by my family because of the failure of my last business, and in order to regain my position, I took a risk and came to give it a try, not to mention it. ”

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he picked up the wine bowl and said, "Dry!"

The two drank it all again, and Yang Fan poured the wine again and stopped talking. For a while, the room was very quiet, even terrifyingly quiet, and the two of them even deliberately slowed down their breathing. The flames of the oil lamps flickered, and there was a crackling sound.

Murakami's brows were furrowed, his face was sinking like water, his eyes were changing, and his heart was also thinking violently. He finally knew why Yang Fan kept shirking, it turned out that he came to find out information, and told himself that he trusted him. If you don't tell yourself, it's for your own sake. If I told him, then I would be the biggest traitor to the entire Decameron.

After half a ring, Yang Fan picked up the wine bowl and took a sip by himself, while observing Murakami's expression with the rest of his eyes. Seeing that he was hesitant and struggling, he couldn't make a decision for a while.

"Hehe, Murakami-kun doesn't have to blame himself, I said that it has nothing to do with you, I will handle it myself. If nothing else, I'm still very good at finding out the news. For example, I know that there are two semi-immortal realm powerhouses in Haicheng, and there are still 50,000 troops in Haicheng. It's just that I'm not sure about this news, so I want to verify it myself. ”

Yang Fan's words surprised Murakami, he didn't expect such an important matter to be known so clearly by the other party.

"Excuse me, Yang Fanjun, can you tell me where you heard this news?"

"Oh, there was a guy named Ueno who betrayed part of our news in order to survive, but it's not clear if it's true or not. ”

"Oh, can you tell me what's the news?"

Yang Fan didn't hide it, and briefly said what he knew.

"Shhh

Hearing this, Murakami gasped, but he didn't expect that someone inside had already become a traitor. After that, he picked up the wine bowl and drank it directly, and he arrived at another bowl and took a big sip.

There was silence for a while, and finally Murakami looked at Yang Fan, seemed to have made some kind of decision, and said seriously, "Yang Fanjun, you picked up my life." This time, I must not embarrass you, well, I will tell you what I know, but please give me some news, what do you think?"

When Yang Fan heard this, he thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I can tell you that this time the Terrans have gathered an army of 150,000 in Fengcheng. There are six Semi-Immortal powerhouses. Of course, when they attacked Haicheng, in order to ensure the rear, they should have dispatched four or five demi-immortals later. And their leading general this time is named Ji Hu, who is very good at leading troops to fight. ”

"This"

Murakami's eyes widened, startled by what he had heard. He looked at Yang Fan in shock and said, "This is true!"

Yang Fan nodded with a serious face.

"Knock knock!"

Murakami picked up the wine bowl, drank it all, then put the bowl on the table, and said to Yang Fan, "Since that's the case, then I'll also tell you what I know." At present, there are already four demi-immortal powerhouses in Haicheng, and the army has been replenished in the past few days and there are already 60,000."

"Knock"

The last bowl of wine was drunk, and the bowl was placed on the table, and Murakami had already told almost everything he knew. Yang Fan was also shocked when he heard this, but he didn't expect that not only there were many alien races in Fengcheng, but even some of the surrounding big tribes had completely defected to the wings of the alien race. If you don't get this news, when the army arrives, you will be attacked from front to back, and you will suffer heavy losses.

But another thing that surprised Yang Fan was that among the interracial people. It seems that except for a few core high-level leaders, even people like Murakami don't know the reason why the Decamema Kingdom is attacking the Terrans so desperately this time. Murakami thought that this time the invasion was the same as usual, only a little larger.

Soon after, the oil lamp went out and the window opened.

Yang Fan thought about it, and still said, "Murakami-kun, I still want to advise you, I am not optimistic about your Ten Days Kingdom in this battle." Although it may seem like you have the advantage, the advantage is not fixed. Believe me, leave early, and don't go back to the Land of the Ten Days. The desolate land, with the strength of Murakami-kun, can still be obtained, I don't know when I will see you again today, don't take care!"

Murakami nodded and said, "Take care, I hope there will be a goodbye day!" After speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared into the dark night.

"Hey"

Yang Fan sighed and had no intention of sleeping, so he had to meditate and cultivate.

Early in the morning of the second day, under the leadership of Ji Wu Laozu, the four of them came to a remote stone house in the town, and this was the residence of the rain cloud