Knock knock!

When Xiu heard the knock on the door, she looked stunned and opened the door directly.

"Hello! It's me again! Jinx stood in the doorway, scanning the room with a soft gaze, as if he had seen an old friend for many years.

"We're busy, so we won't be able to accept them." Fang Mo said politely.

"Pavel Divine Vortex Realm Seventh Order, a high-ranking official of the Red Spirit Palace's police department, just disappeared like this, are you really not afraid of trouble?" Jinx went straight to the point and said without hesitation.

"Now that you know, let's stay!" Fang Mo's eyes flickered, and he stared at Jinx with a smile.

"I promise the Administrator is yours!" Jinx directly prescribed the conditions.

Xiu's face was shocked, and he understood Fang Mo's intention at this moment.

"Empty white teeth, who believes it?" Fang Mo said disdainfully.

Jinx Heimu flashed, smiled kindly, and with a flick of his right hand, a red envelope flew towards Fang Mo.

Fang Mo opened it and looked at it, and said secretly in his heart: "It is worthy of being the God of Wealth of the money system." ”

"Everyone has a bit of a secret, and from today onwards, you are Pavel! We are allies! "Jinx has the money in his hands, and there are many allies with real power, but there are very few who are really like armies.

The world controlled by evil spirits, with real allies, is as cruel as the real human world.

"Add 20 more treacherous gold mines, and I'll be your sword!" Fang Mo had already figured out that Jinx's current political enemies were pressing forward step by step, otherwise he would not have succeeded like this.

"Deal! But... It's not enough to kill Pavel, I need more sincerity! "Jinx is also very shrewd, and Fang Mo needs to show his true strength.

"20 mining areas need to be obtained first, which is considered sincerity gold, and I will naturally express it!" Fang Mo said with a smile.

Sou!

Jinx flicked his right hand, and a flickering electronic map flew towards Fang Mo.

The embroidered face was stunned, and it was the distribution map of the gold mine.

Fang Mo circled his hand, pulled 20 seats, and said with a smile: "I will send someone to take over." ”

Jinx smiled slightly, pulled his right hand to his neck, made a killing gesture, and said in a deep voice: "Three days later, the third-level inspector of the Central Mining and Land Administration!" ”

"Don't send it!" Fang Mo's black eyes flipped for a while, flashing a few fierce lights.

Jinx put back on his chimney hat, nodded politely, and exited the room very gentlemanly.

Fang Mo handed the map to Xiu and said, "Send someone to take over!" ”

Xiu frowned and said: "There is no way to pass the fingerprint seal!" ”

"With money, anything can pass." Fang Mo replied very firmly.

"What level is the Level 3 Patrol Envoy?" Lagerlöf, on the other hand, is more focused on the goals of action.

"Eighth Order of the Divine Vortex Realm!"

Fang Mo had already received the details from Jinx.

"Doesn't that seem difficult?" Lagerlof laughed.

"Commander Lagerlöf, your mind has become straight!"

Fang Mo glanced around the room, stared at the only two beds, and then looked at the embroidery, shaking his head helplessly.

"Rest early!" Fang Mo glanced at Lagerlof and motioned for him to go out for a walk.

"Where are you going?" Seeing that the two of them were going out, Xiu asked.

"Bar!"

Fang Mo changed out of his red robe and put on a neat suit.

"When will you be back?" Xiu unconsciously asked again.

"Uh.... While you're asleep, or later! ”

Fang Mo Chongxiu smiled slightly, covered the chimney hat of Lyon's specialty, and pushed the door out.

Xiu froze in place and muttered, "Then don't come back!" ”

"Is the bar really a good place to go?" Lagerlöf said slowly, sipping his cigar.

"yes!" Fang Mo touched it from his arms, took out a black energy pillar, and placed it at the front desk.

"Sir, you are..."The waiter stared at Fang Mo tremblingly, a deep sense of fear flowing from his eyes.

Fang Mo spat out a smoke ring and said slowly: "If there is a new room... Ordered it for me! ”

The waiter nodded quickly, and carefully put away the black energy pillar, and was not relieved until Fang Mo left the hotel.

There was also a line of military police waiting for Pavel in front of the hotel.

Fang Mo walked in front of them as if nothing had happened.

The waiter had been immersed in the hotel for many years, and it is likely that Director Pavel had been killed.

"Aren't you afraid that the military police will go up to them and make trouble?" Lagerlöf asked casually as he stood in front of a bar.

"There's Jinx, and he's an associate director now, they'll get the news." Fang Mo raised his right hand holding the cigar, put on a very arrogant appearance, and swaggered into the bar.

Fang Mo was very unaccustomed to the environment here, and he came here to participate in an underground auction.

"This is private territory!" A tall black-clothed bodyguard stopped Fang Mo.

"Three!" Fang Mo said very calmly.

The bodyguard nodded slightly, and lowered his right hand, which was lying in the air.

Lagerlof stared at Fang Mo in surprise and said, "Three? What do you mean? ”

Fang Mo walked into a dimly lit hall, sat down in a corner casually, and said, "The auction will start soon, I'll explain it to you later." ”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three spotlights on the back wall of the hall hit the auction table.

A huge box covered in a black cloth stands in the center of the auction house, full of mystery.

Dozens of participants in the audience focused their eyes on the box at the same time.

"Hmm... Distinguished guests, the auction is about to begin, and this opening is still the alien transformation that everyone has paid the most attention to! "A slightly old, crutche-wielding auctioneer with a strong voice.

Swish!

The black cloth was lifted directly by the auctioneer.

Call! ...

The audience couldn't help but burst into a burst of excited shouts.

Lagerlöf's face froze, and he asked suspiciously, "This is an alien modification?" ”

Fang Mo nodded slightly and said, "Don't be surprised. ”

A slender and fair-skinned young woman, with long blond hair, half-lying in a glass box.

"Three shots!" As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, Lagerlof couldn't help but nod slightly, as if he understood something.

Then there was a wave of bidding off the field.

A few minutes later.

The modified body was sold for 30 pieces.

"What's the use of filming this thing?" Lagerlöf asked, puzzled.

"Accompany the reading!" Fang Mo replied without thinking.

"Accompaniment?" Lagerlov almost dropped his jaw.

"Yes, you can master one more foreign language, Alien Language!" Fang Mo said seriously.

Lagerlöf squeezed his left eye, took a puff on his cigar and said, "That's a good idea!" ”

The first lot was sold, the auctioneer was silent for a few seconds, and with a cane in his right hand, he slammed the pestle on the ground and said, "The second lot is even more precious, the evil spirit musket!" ”

"What's that?" Lagerlöf was like a corpse, and if it hadn't been for Fang Mo pressing, he would have jumped up.

"Commander Lagerlov... Calm point. Fang Mo said.

The auctioneer places a black metal box on the auction table and slowly opens it.

He took out something that looked like a burning stick, and black smoke was billowing from his body.

Backbite... The auctioneer presses the watch.

A young man with a glazed gaze was brought up.

Syllable!

Pulling the trigger, a cloud of black smoke suddenly enveloped the young man.

Lagerlöf picked up his cigar and stared straight at the young man with round eyes.

He began to tremble violently, and after a few breaths, the black smoke completely engulfed the young man.

Call... The smoke writhed and flickered before flying back into the musket.

"It was excavated in the Evil Spirit Sacred Abyss, an absolute rarity, with a minimum of 1,000 roots."

The auctioneer returns the Evil Spirit Musket to the box and waits for the guests to bid.

"Why didn't anyone bid?"

After five minutes, Lagerlof finally couldn't hold back anymore and asked in a low voice.

"Although this is a world controlled by evil spirits, no one dares to really bring an evil spirit with them." Fang Mo stared at Lagerlof and smiled.

Then he directly quoted: "1000!" ”

Fang Mo is right, many people here are trying their best to delay the progress of the pollution.

Completely polluted, the body will completely lose one's mind and fall into the abyss of evil spirits.

The stronger the individual, the slower the rate of contamination.

"Deal!" The auctioneer smiled slightly, signaling Fang Mo to deliver the goods in the backyard for a while.

"A third lot, a key!" The auctioneer took out a black locket, slowly opened it, and took out a black metal bar.

This key is Fang Mo's goal.

Of course, it is also the goal of many people in the venue.

"The starting price is 10,000 pieces!" The auctioneer lifted the locket and shook it a few times, and said in a deep voice.

"20,000!" The thin man, who was also sitting in the corner, had a very low voice.

"30,000 roots!" A fat man in the midfield, with a big belly, pressed down the chimney hat and said slowly.

"40,000 roots!" A delicately dressed woman in black in the front row, her extremely hoarse voice formed a sharp contrast with her delicate dress, as if she deliberately camouflaged her voice.

"60,000 roots!" A strong man took a cigar in his mouth, got up slowly, glanced at the audience, and shouted very domineeringly.

Lagerlöf had no idea what the unit of "root" was, and he didn't know what a black column meant.

But at this moment, he could already smell some of the sabre-rattling.

"100,000 roots!" A young man who looked very gentlemanly shouted unhurriedly.

As soon as the offer of 100,000 sticks came out, the audience shook at the same time, and the atmosphere instantly froze.

It seems that no one has made any more offers.

The auctioneer was about to announce the result directly, when another handsome young man made an offer.

"100001 root!"

Fang Mo quoted a price very calmly.

"With all due respect, one more is a bit too much!" Lagerlof felt that the atmosphere was a little bad, and gave a hint, and more and more eyes from the audience shot at them.

"200,000 roots!" The midfielder lifted the chimney hat and did not show weakness, directly doubling the price.

The audience fell silent again.

"200001 root!" Fang Mo didn't care about other people's eyes at all.

There is no minimum amount of mark-up for the auction, and there is nothing wrong with this way of bidding, except for some underbidding.

Syllable!

"Deal!" The auctioneer smiled at Fang Mo, and then prepared for the next auction.

"Withdraw!" Fang Mo lowered his voice and spit out a word.

Lagerlof nodded slightly, and quickly got up.

The two of them walked to the backfield together.

Some people died, but not completely......