Ding Yang is a treasure hunter.
He started his business by relying on the inverted fight. When he was acting in an ancient tomb, he accidentally swallowed a elixir that hadn't expired.
This made him, who was originally just a mortal, half-step into the door of cultivating immortals.
After accumulating a lot of wealth, he transformed himself into a million-dollar boss of a leather bag company.
At the same time, because of being brainwashed by the overwhelming cultivating novels on the Internet, Ding Yang realized that he had stepped into a realm that ordinary people had never even heard of in his life through adventures. !
It's a pity that there is a lack of aura in this era, and it is almost impossible to pull the other half of the foot into the threshold of cultivating immortals through self-exploration.
So Ding Yang simply transformed his leather bag company into a garbage dump, specializing in collecting all kinds of old garbage in the countryside, and he often went to the antique street, becoming a fat sheep in the eyes of all antique shop owners, in order to be able to Find a few magic weapons handed down from ancient times in it.
Unexpectedly, in this way, he really found some strange magic weapons, although he has not come across any decisive good things—for example, the ring of the old man living in it, or the magic weapon that can ripen all kinds of exotic flowers and plants. The mysterious little bottle—but it also strengthened his idea that "labor and capital are the protagonists!"
Today, he just came out to wander around on a whim, but he didn't expect to see some scenes that interested him.
Now he's stalking a teenager dressed to look like a hillbilly.
Don't get me wrong, he doesn't have the kind of hobby that would make the men's chrysanthemum cool, it's just out of curiosity.
The boy visited almost all the lottery shops in the vicinity in one day. As long as there was a scratch-off ticket in the shop, he would pay for one, and leave after scratching the lottery. Awards, and the bonuses are around 1,000 to 5,000.
After most of the day, he has almost earned nearly 100,000 yuan. Although it is incomparable with Ding Yang, it makes Ding Yang realize that the other party may have some treasures.
Of course, Ding Yang didn't have any intention of killing people and stealing goods.
Even if he was brainwashed by Xiuxian novels, he is very clear that now is a society ruled by law, and it has not yet reached the point where the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha. If he kills others casually, he himself will have to go to jail to pick up soap or eat peanuts directly...
What's more, Ding Yang himself is not a bad person (of course he is not a good person). Otherwise, there is no need to transform the company into a garbage dump, and some more radical methods can be used to collect suspected magic weapons.
Now he just wants to see the other party's baby.
Seeing that young man once again exchanged a prize of 5,000 yuan in a color point and stuffed it into the bag he had just bought, and carefully left there, he was about to follow, but found that three burly men took the first step. same thing.
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"Well, I'm still quite useful, right?"
The female ghost in the sword floated around Chen Tuwa triumphantly.
After searching for a long time, she realized that among the few abilities she had left, she still had clairvoyance. That's why he took Chen Tuwa to buy scratch-off toys.
Although the young man was a little hesitant about this, he finally thought of his father who was still lying on the hospital bed, and his younger brother who was waiting for tuition fees. In the end, he could only use this shady method to make money.
Theoretically speaking, after the capital is collected enough, the ability of the female ghost can be used to gamble on stones, pick up leaks, etc. to make a lot of money, but then this novel will become a novel of commercial supernatural powers, so Tuwa is not a novel. No plan to do that.
"It's okay." Because she always felt that if she praised the other party, the female ghost would get carried away, so Chen Tuwa just replied with no expression.
"The matter of recognizing the Lord with a drop of blood..."
"No, I've been anemic recently."
"It's okay without your blood! I'm not picky!"
"No, I've been dizzy recently."
"I still eat duck blood vermicelli soup for lunch..."
"Is that the same thing?"
The two walked into a small alley while bickering.
At this time, the female ghost in the sword glanced behind Chen Tuwa, and then said leisurely: "A few guys with evil intentions are sneaking up on you?"
Chen Tuwa was stunned for a moment, but she immediately came to her senses.
The so-called not revealing the money, it should be that when I won the money just now, I was targeted by the gangsters-after all, a child with a few coins in his hand is quite tempting to criminals.
Originally, in order to cover up the large amount of bonuses and the ancient sword, I even spent money to buy a big hiking bag, but I didn't expect to be targeted.
"Do you want my help? As long as you recognize the Lord with a drop of blood, no matter how many mortals there are, they will not be my opponent?"
Seeing that Chen Tuwa was in trouble, the female ghost in the sword not only didn't panic, but even lobbied Chen Tuwa with a pleasant face.
"Look at my shoes."
Chen Tuwa said calmly.
"What?" The female ghost in the sword was taken aback.
She followed Chen Tuwa's intentions and looked down, only to find that the other party was only wearing a pair of worn-out sneakers.
"I used to wear cloth shoes to participate in the municipal middle school long-distance running competition and won the first place. These shoes were the reward at that time."
After finishing speaking, the boy let go of his feet, and ran away like an arrow from the string, leaving only the dumbfounded female ghost and those criminals.
"Oh, that kid ran away!"
"Fuck, you run so fast, brother, you can't catch up!"
"Cut a shortcut, take a shortcut!"
There was a panicked sound from the gangster who was sneaking up behind him.
Obviously, the fact that the roasted duck flew away suddenly took them by surprise.
However, although Chen Tuwa ran fast, after all, she didn't come to Nanchu City very often and was not very familiar with the terrain, while the three rascals were locals, and they were very familiar with various shortcuts. It didn't take long for Chen Tuwa to be taken by them stuck in an alley.
"Huhu... You kid is riding a horse... Huchihuchi... Run for me again... Huhu..."
"Nimma... huh... ran like a... huh... like a rabbit... huh..."
"I... wheezing... must break... haha... your leg!"
The deterrent effect of the panting appearance of the three was greatly reduced, but the pride in their eyes was clearly revealed.
As a result, Chen Tuwa, who was out of breath, picked up the mountaineering bag and knocked one down before he could make a move.
The mountaineering bag containing nearly 100,000 yuan in cash and the ancient sword is quite heavy. Although it is not as strong as the meteor hammer when swung, the victory lies in surprise. It has the same meaning as the legendary folding stool that ranks first in the weapon list.
"Dare to do it... It seems that I have to show some real skills!" The guy who seemed to be the boss took out a butterfly knife, made a dazzling move, and then probably wanted to show his viciousness , and stretched out his tongue to lick the blade.
Another guy who seemed to be the younger brother applauded and flattered him.
Just when Chen Tuwa was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to leave, the two gangsters suddenly rolled their eyes and fell to the ground inexplicably.
Then a man about twenty-seven or eighteen years old walked out from the corner of the alley.
"Don't worry, they're just asleep, it's nothing serious." He made a drinking gesture towards Chen Tuwa: "Little brother, are you going to drink something at the milk tea shop over there? I'll treat you."