Meng Heng sat in his treasury and looked at his huge wealth with satisfaction. Although his body has shown signs of aging, gray hair and loose skin all indicate that he is no longer young.

However, the perennial swords and swords in the business field still trained him like a strong hunting dog, keenly aware of every business opportunity.

Today is the day of inventory in the warehouse, after a morning of inventory, he looked at the warehouse full of things in front of him with satisfaction, as well as the bags of coins.

He reached out and took one out of his pocket full of silver coins, and with a gentle blow on it to his ear, he heard the nice buzzing echo.

The reverberation fascinated him so much that he could easily tell which country in the Western Regions it was just by rubbing the pattern on it with the tips of his fingers.

This deep-rooted sensitivity to coins is the best proof of his incessant involvement in his business for decades. It's like a deep imprint, inseparable from him.

From the time he was eight years old, from the first silver coin he earned as a boy, it seemed to be like a spell rolling around him.

This also made him deeply understand the most important truth in this world and the most important education in life, that is, most things in this world are built from this small coin.

No matter how magnificent the building, no matter how glorious the brilliance, its essence and core are actually these cute little things.

He sighed and flipped the coin in his hand, which depicted a warrior fighting a dragon with his bare hands.

Such a story is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that it was passed down by word of mouth and engraved on coins.

But what he himself knows is that the story is only half telled. The other half of the story is that when the warrior killed the dragon and sat on a pile of treasure, the warrior slowly grew horns, teeth, and tail, and became a dragon again

People tend to remember only the greatness of those warriors and chant about their seemingly immortal exploits.

But people will deliberately forget the unglorious side of these warriors, and even hide, forget, and close them.

Eventually, people will create an incomparably correct and glorious image, even if the image of such a hero loses its true flesh and blood and becomes a strange face, and people don't seem to care.

Meng Hui carefully touched the coin in his hand, everything was just illusory. Even in the stories of heroes and warriors, princes and princesses, there is a deep malice hidden in Sensen.

Only these coins, these silent and silent things, these things that are kneaded by others, and which seem to be incomparably fragile but incomparably powerful when put together, are the most real and undeceiving things.

Therefore, for so many years, Meng Hui has been so willing to obtain such a small thing at all costs. Only such a small thing can make him feel down-to-earth and at ease.

In the past year, there have suddenly increased by tens of thousands of such small things around Meng Heng. To be exact, 14,320, which is the latest number after the inventory has just been counted.

The tens of thousands of these little things were now lying quietly in his storeroom, and the numbers representing these coins were quietly appearing in the form of beautiful ink on the open book in front of him.

Although these words appear in the account books, it seems that they only provide a pleasing effect to the eye, but the handwriting is extremely beautiful. But Meng Heng clearly understands the power it represents when such numbers are put together.

The sudden extra coins came from a new business he had developed, which was so lucrative that it was even more profitable than all his previous businesses combined.

This made him feel like a fire burning in his body all the time throughout the year. This fire was burning so vigorously that Meng Hui suddenly felt like he was ten years younger.

However, he also knew that this kind of business would never last long, so the more he was in such a short-term state and profiteering business, the more he was intoxicated with it, and he couldn't extricate himself, so that he had to count the silver coins in his hand every day to make sure that they were lying there properly to feel at ease.

He didn't think about what kind of good luck he had. Originally, a year ago, he was just an ordinary businessman, but he just seized the opportunity to befriend adults, and suddenly became a supplier of all kinds of special hobbies of adults.

Maybe it's because his fame has finally accumulated enough, or maybe he has been in the city for too long, so long that even adults can rest assured of themselves, Meng Hui only dares to think so.

Now, on the surface, he seemed to be actually stroking the silver coin, but in fact his mind was stirring. In the past two days, the adults in the city have placed another big order for him, and he is thinking about doing his best to meet the needs of the adults.

Just then, he heard a strange sound, so soft that only someone like him, who was immersed in his thoughts, could detect it.

"Who?" he stood up, frowning at the place where the sound came from.

Out of the darkness came several young faces, one of whom he seemed to know vaguely, as if he were one of his helpers.

"Who are you?" the old man's experience in the mall made him quickly calm down, and looked at the half-sized boys in front of him.

"It's him! It's him! Qingqing was captured by him!" said an extremely short young half-sized boy who pointed at him and gritted his teeth.

"Presumptuous, you know that trespassing is a felony. And this is my treasury, and if I charge you with theft, I will spend a little more money, and I can directly let you rot in prison. Meng Heng's vicious voice said in a deep voice.

He knows these Diao people too well, and if he doesn't say it seriously, I'm afraid he won't be able to scare them away.

"Heh", the tallest thin young man sneered, "The result of the official and business collusion is like this, Qingqing was killed by you in this way, but unfortunately I don't have the strength to help her avenge her." ”

"Who are you?" Meng Heng shuddered when he heard the revenge. He knew all too well the determination and courage that this power contained in it, which could not be easily intimidated by words.

However, he was not so panicked, because when he decided to take over the matter arranged by the adults, he had actually prepared for such a scene.

He pretended to start backing away, and even scrambled to knock over a box. Countless silver coins spilled out of the chest, and he shouted loudly, "Don't mess around, do you know who I am?"

When a large amount of silver coins were spilled, Meng Heng clearly saw that several young half-sized children were obviously breathing heavily. Meng Hui smiled slightly in his heart, sure enough, these people estimate that they may not be able to see so much money in their lives.

However, when he looked at the tallest young man, his heart trembled even more for no reason, what kind of eyes were they, calm, silent, deadly, ruthless

Even if so many silver coins poured down, it didn't seem to affect him in the slightest. It's like no amount of wealth can dilute his sorrow.

I only heard him sneer, "Call, I'm afraid this is the last word you can utter now." ”

"Not good!" Meng Heng screamed secretly and pulled his cuffs without hesitation. This is also the last hole card he hid to save his life, and he spent a lot of money to exchange it from an immortal master.

The moment he pulled his cuffs, an earthy yellow light rose up.

"Bell~"

This earthy yellow cover blocked in a very timely manner, directly blocking a colorless and invisible breeze, and smashing the entire cover into a sparkling shape.

"You, you are an immortal cultivator?" Meng Heng swallowed his saliva, feeling extremely bitter in his mouth.

I had paid enough attention to go to those poorest places and buy children and girls from those poorest parents, but I didn't expect to provoke immortal cultivators.

The thin young man seemed impatient to talk to him, or even Meng Heng saw that his technique was not skillful, and he frowned and said, "Wait until you go to hell before asking questions." ”

After speaking, several wind sounds suddenly shot out, all hitting the yellow soil cover. finally smashed the soil cover completely, and then pierced Meng Heng through his chest.

Meng Heng snorted violently, like a piece of rotten meat, his eyes widened and he fell.

"It's dead, it's dead!" all the half-sized children exclaimed.

After the young man killed Meng Hui, he did not run away, but sat down cross-legged and said, "Remember not to take anything here, you go back quickly, with me here, they can't find your body." ”

Several half-grown children cried, pulled the corner of the young man's clothes and said, "Brother Qing, you are so capable, you can escape, with your ability, you will definitely escape." ”

The one called Brother Qingge shook his head, touched the heads of a few boys dotingly, and sighed, "Qingqing is dead, and I don't want to live anymore." In the future, when you go to the grave, remember to burn more paper money for me and Qingqing. ”

After speaking, he pushed everyone and motioned for them to run.

After a while, he seemed to notice that something was wrong in the storeroom, and only then did a fellow poke his head out and glance into the storeroom. When he saw the shopkeeper lying in a pool of blood, he was so frightened that he shrank back.

The young man's figure did not move, but continued to sit there. Soon, people from the government poured in.

When the young man saw everyone come in and stood up, everyone became nervous. One of them quickly came out of the crowd and asked, "You killed this old shopkeeper?"

The young man nodded.

"Okay!" said a thumbs up, "Dare to do it, it's amazing!

The young man did not struggle, but put on his shackles and went with the captors.

After everyone left, the family got the news. Especially the sons and mothers-in-law cried the most when they lay on Meng Heng's body.

It was the housekeeper who reminded him, "Madam, young master, the murderer must not be spared, we have to avenge the master!"

"Yes, yes!" was the first to come to her senses.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Come on, quickly prepare silver for me, we will avenge the master!"

"You have to see what that person looks like just now, I want to make him not like a human, a ghost is not like a ghost, life is better than death!"

Leisurely literature, let the soul travel!

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