"How do you sell this map?" Mo Gui protected Yamato behind him, how could they not disguise themselves in the black market, the two of them were now shrouded in black robes like everyone else around, since Kanjuro prepared the black robes worn by adults, Yamato walked with his whole person holding the robe, and it looked like a ...... Teemo?

Mo Gui's stall is the one that sells the specific location of the Ryoma cemetery, and most importantly, there is a small note next to it that indicates the location of the black knife Qiushui.

The surrounding spectators didn't care about Mo Gui's behavior at all, this guy looked like a newcomer, and some things were not necessarily put out for sale, and they might be traps themselves.

Mo Gui doesn't care if it's a trap or not, anyway, he doesn't have a penny on him, and the barefoot ones are not afraid to wear shoes, so it's a big deal to kill them and leave.

"Aren't you selling?" Mo Gui waited for a while, but didn't get a response, the stall owner on the opposite side kept his head down and stroked the samurai scabbard in his hand, Zhou Wei's discerning businessman had already quietly left this person's stall, it doesn't matter if you kill, just don't splash blood on their stall.

"Young man, what can you exchange with me?" From the sound of the voice, it is an old man, low but not hoarse, it sounds full of energy, and it seems that he is also a person who practices martial arts.

The old man took out a blackened pipe from his waist, the grip of which had been covered with a thick layer of pulp, and he lit the pipe, revealing a trace of white hair under his black robe.

"I love digging graves, and this thing is related to me." Mo Gui also took out a cigarette and lit it, the two puffs of smoke intertwined, and the two of them seemed to be engaged in an invisible battle.

"Huh~ I really dare to say, the young people now......" The old man held the katana in his hand, unsheathed, but it gave Mo Gui a great sense of oppression.

The old man stood there without moving, but Mo Gui felt that the person standing opposite him was no longer a person, it was a sword, an extremely sharp sword, and the cold wind and smoke that blew around him seemed to turn into sharp blades and rushed towards him.

A trace of blood was left on his cheek, a faint wound appeared on Mo Gui's cheek, black mist surged, and the figure of the soul burial appeared behind Mo Gui.

"Strange abilities." At some point, the scabbard in the old man's hand had landed, and his calloused hand was gently caressing the back of the knife.

"Burial of the soul..."Mo Gui knows that the comer is not good, so if you want to do it, then try it.

The black mist spreads like a tide, this is a regular tactic of burying the soul, first use the soul mist to restrict the opponent's actions, and then let the opponent be consumed to death in his own domain.

But in fact, those soul mist can't get close to the old man's body at all, he can sense the existence of the soul mist, it seems that there is some power to isolate the soul mist, that power can't be touched or seen, but Mo Gui felt it through the contact of the soul mist, it was an extremely strong and domineering, like the king of King's Landing.

"Domineering? Who the hell is this old man? Mo Gui was also a little shocked in his heart, he really didn't expect that there would be such a strong man in this small Jiuli, the attack of the soul is C, the speed is B, such a panel may be easy to deal with other people, but against this swordsman who has the domineering power of the overlord color, it is difficult to say.

"Careless, I haven't encountered any particularly strong opponents along the way, I haven't encountered any Devil Fruit and domineering users, and the familiar people haven't reached the strength they should have because of time......" Mo Gui knew that he was a little careless, and the smooth journey paralyzed his heart a little, but fortunately, the old man in front of him woke him up.

Expansion is not terrible, what is terrible is that you are not aware of your own expansion, and there is still a chance to recover before causing irreparable consequences.

"Yamato, stay away." Mo Gui knew that it might be difficult to resist the opponent's attack with the current panel of the Buried Soul, but the other party was a swordsman, and the characteristics of the swordsman were that the attack was swift and flexible.

However, he still has a hole card, and he is sure to use the opportunity created by his hole card to kill the old man in front of him!

The old swordsman didn't know what he was thinking, so he tapped the ashes and put the knife into its sheath.

"What can you give me? Or, what can you give Wano Country? He seemed to have changed his mind, the blades around him vanished, the suffocating sensation faded, and he looked at Mo Gui again, as if to confirm something.

Although Mo Gui didn't know why the old man had changed his mind, he was not ambiguous when asked by the other side.

"I will bring change to Wano Country."

The old man's hand holding the pipe paused, and he took a hard breath as he exhaled the gray mist in his mouth.

"Change...... Great price, boy, you take it. ”

Mo Gui asked the Burial Soul to hook back the scroll in front of the old man, and he became very cautious now, even if the old man didn't show malice now, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

"What do you have to promise me?"

"Useful?"

"It's useless."

"Then what else do you say, let's go."

"Okay."

The conversation between the two was very concise, after getting the scroll, Mo Gui left without looking back, the old man just now was definitely not an ordinary person, Yamato was now holding Mo Gui's hand with both hands, just now she felt that she was only one line away from death, if it wasn't for Mo Gui blocking her behind, she estimated that she would have to bear the pressure alone.

"What a terrible old man...... Yamato shuddered, what she didn't notice was that her egg stand-in already had a crack, and it didn't seem to be too far away from breaking out of the shell.

"Don't be too happy, do you think that's the end of it? Listen, the first thing you have to do to survive in the pirate world is to be vigilant at all times. Mo Gui said this as if he was saying it to Yamato, and it also seemed to be saying it to himself, he looked at the exit of the alley that was close at hand, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Huh?" Yamato didn't understand what Mo Gui meant by this, they got the map safe and sound, isn't it a thing to be happy about? Why do you still look vigilant?

In the depths of the alley, the old swordsman put away the knife in his hand, leaned on the ground and smoked comfortably.

"Hey, old swordsman, how did you sell the map? Didn't you say you would always protect Ryoma? Repented? The surrounding merchants were either ridiculing or disdainful, they had long since given up on the bottom line, and the hero of Wano Country, Ryoma, was nothing more than a commodity to be put on the table in their eyes.

"That guy paid a lot of money." The old man seemed to be a little different from the people here, he spat out a puff of smoke senselessly, and his eyes under his robe looked at the rising sun in the sky.

His mind recalled the scene just now: just as he was about to make a move, he was reminded by the domineering almost predictable future - he couldn't do it, otherwise he would die.

Although I don't know if this hunch is true, the old man is still quite insistent on his choice, and he wants to see how Mo Gui will change the country of Wano, which is regarded as his last big gamble in his twilight years.