If wealth is created, then wealth is the accumulation of wealth. From the Qin Dynasty to the present, Zhao Hao has accumulated such wealth for more than two thousand years. It is not surprising, but these pearls of the East China Sea are not alone. What can be achieved by accumulation, this kind of rare treasure can never be found, and Jiang Minghao couldn't help but sigh with emotion:
"My grass, Lao Zhao, your son, the landlord, Lao Cai!"
Jiang Minghao directly called this Zhao Hao Lao Zhao, as if he had thrown all the scenes of life and death that had just been forced out of the sky. At this moment, the two of them looked like close friends for many years.
"Hehe, you like it, just take it, anyway, this light bulb doesn't have much effect except lighting!" Zhao Hao said casually, as if these nine night pearls are no different from the light bulbs of a few yuan in ordinary people's homes.
"Fucking your grandparents' grandfather, this is the pearl of the night, each one says it's worth a lot of money, and they say don't treat the wowotou as food. I think, Lao Zhao, you use the delicacies of the mountains and the seafood as pig feed!"
"Hehe", Zhao Hao smiled contemptuously: "Children, when you reach my age and my level of cultivation, you will understand that only the things that are really useful to you are invaluable." He Pointing to Ye Mingzhu on the wall, he said, "These are all things outside of the body. If they are gone, they can be retrieved at any time."
Since Zhao Hao doesn't care about these things so much, Jiang Minghao is not polite. It is a bitch if there is any advantage, so he smiled and asked with a smile: "Hey, Zhao, Brother Zhao, you just said, I want to take whatever you want. Right?"
"Eh..." Zhao Hao didn't expect Jiang Minghao to actually ask him if he wanted it. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he didn't expect Jiang Minghao to rush to talk directly:
"Lao Zhao! Don't be stingy, I want one and keep it as a memorial." Jiang Minghao finished speaking, and immediately continued with a crying expression: "Lao Zhao, you are a Taoist priest. If you can pinch it, you should count. I guess I still have a lonely grandfather. After a month, I will return to my hometown, but I don’t want my grandfather to have nothing to support.
Jiang Minghao paused, glanced at one of the nine night pearls, and sighed softly: "Hey, if my grandfather settles down before I die, let alone these see-through eyes, it's me. You take away every piece of meat and every bone on your body, and I am at peace of mind."
Hearing Jiang Minghao’s words, Zhao Hao was shocked in an instant, especially Jiang Minghao’s last sentence, which made Zhao Hao happy, because the child in front of him can be bought with money. If she really gave him a night pearl, then she would definitely He will obediently give the pair of perspective eyes to himself, so that he will not regret it later, and he will force the perspective eyes and be bitten back, and then smile, showing a generous appearance:
"Okay, kids, if you like it, just pick one as a souvenir!"
"Hey!" Seeing the other party's promise, Jiang Minghao immediately put a flattering smile on his face, he arched his hands and said, "Lao Zhao, thank you, let me just say it, Lao Zhao, you landlord and wealthy, how can you care about this break? The beads! Hey!"
While Jiang Minghao praised him, he secretly cursed the old monster in his heart: "Grass, your mother, dead zombies, so many people have anointed them. I knew I had more points. Anyway, you put them on them, so I will donate them to them. Children in mountainous areas are better, better than being buried in the ground to see no one! '
"Old Zhao, I want this one."
When Jiang Minghao's eyes swept to the smallest East China Sea Pearl of the Night Pearl, his perspective eyes could not help but tremble, as if there was a cold cold air, like a very thin silk thread, shooting directly at his eyeballs. Coming, it made his tears flow, but the cold feeling passed through the glasses and straight through his brain, causing his whole body to tremble involuntarily, and he felt comfortable.
Concentrating his mind, his pupils contracted sharply. Jiang Minghao increased his eyesight and stared at the night pearl fiercely. He unexpectedly saw a long and thin black shadow at the center of the night pearl, and four exhibited below the black shadow. With a horn like four claws, Jiang Minghao continued to deepen his eyesight, trying to see through what the dark shadow was, but he felt that his eyes were getting blurred.
In desperation, he could only retract his eyesight and look at the other eight night pearls, only to find that except for this one, the other eight are crystal clear, without any flaws. Jiang Minghao gently rubbed his eyes and turned around. Said to Zhao Hao:
"Old Zhao, I am not a greedy person, Jiang Minghao. I just want the smallest one."
"Children, are you sure? This is the smallest and darkest one, and it's not worth a few dollars." Zhao Hao looked at Jiang Minghao and asked suspiciously. According to Jiang Minghao's personality, he would also choose the big one. The bright one, why would you suffer from choosing this one
"It's okay," Jiang Minghao pretended to be indifferent and said with a contented expression: "I can live for a month at most. Money is useless to me, as long as it can provide for my grandfather."
"Well, okay, take it away!" Zhao Hao actually believed Jiang Minghao, especially when he said that he could live for a month at most. This is undoubtedly a month after he promised to give him his eyes voluntarily. , So Zhao Hao suppressed his excitement, nodded gently and agreed.
Although Jiang Minghao said so, but there are other calculations in his heart. This Ye Mingzhu is completely different from the other eight. It must have its special features, especially when he sees it through perspective, it seems to have something to his own eyes. Contact, but he didn't know the specific reason, he simply got it first, and then slowly studied it later.
Seeing Jiang Minghao carefully wrapping Ye Mingzhu with a black cloth and stuffing it into his arms, Zhao Hao's face immediately showed a smug smile. With his understanding of human nature, the most difficult to control is the wantless people. Especially those good officials who are upright and honest cannot be threatened or tempted. Only those who have desires, regardless of alcohol or wealth, as long as they are in the same way, Zhao Hao can draw this person into his camp and work hard for himself. , And Jiang Minghao in front of him is exactly the word of wealth.
"Children, come here."
Jiang Minghao went to look for his reputation and discovered that Zhao Hao didn't know when, an altar was placed at the exit of the cave, a table covered with yellow cloth and satin, fireworks and incense candles, and behind him, it was another cave in this cave. At the exit, the hole is narrow and long, and it’s pitch black. I don’t know where it extends. But every other distance, there will be a space the size of a yurt, as if this long and narrow corridor connects these spaces in series, and he walks to the front. Looking at Zhao Hao with a puzzled face, he asked:
"Lao Zhao, don't you? Are you really a Taoist priest? Are you from the Maoshan School or the Dragon and Tiger Sect?"
"Shut up!" When Zhao Hao heard Jiang Minghao's words, he suddenly said with a straight face and angrily: "How can you compare me with this vulgar faction? Besides, I am not a Taoist, but a sorcerer, sorcerer, do you understand?"
"Good, good!" Jiang Minghao comforted perfunctorily, "You are a warlock, you are better than a Taoist priest!"
With that said, Jiang Minghao saw a few fresh fruits on the altar, which exuded a burst of fruity fragrance from time to time, which made him look greedy. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to take an apple and send it to his mouth.
"Snapped·······"
Before Jiang Minghao opened his mouth to bite, the old and dry hand instantly grabbed Jiang Minghao's right hand holding the apple. Jiang Minghao turned his head and looked at Zhao Hao's bell-like eyes, shaking with fright. , I saw the pale yellow, dull eyes protruding from the deep concave skeleton, like two toads trying to jump out of the bottom of the well.
"can not eat!"
Zhao Hao spit out these three words fiercely from his mouth, as if it were a spell. He didn't do anything to Jiang Minghao, but frightened him to death.
"Cut!" Jiang Minghao put the apple back in angrily, and said nonchalantly: "Why, Lao Zhao, you won't be afraid of offending your grandpa? I think you have lived longer than your grandpa. too much."
"Humph!"
Zhao Hao heard Jiang Minghao mock himself, so fortunately he picked up the apple that Jiang Minghao had just put down, and handed it to Jiang Minghao's mouth and said, "If you are not afraid of death or intestinal puncture, then you can eat it?"
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Minghao stared at the apple with widened eyes, as if he had seen a grenade with insurance, and cursed in fear: "You old Zhao is too dark-hearted. You are offering fruit. Poisoned inside, want to poison Master Patriarch? Are you not afraid of thunder and strikes? You are still immortal because of you, too immoral..."
Jiang Minghao’s mouth looked like a Gatling machine gun, and he sprayed at Zhao Hao, saying that Zhao Hao’s head was as big as a fight. This time, he was really angry by Jiang Minghao, the hand holding the apple. He snapped to the table.
"boom······"
The original fresh and delicious offering fruit turned into puree directly under Zhao Hao’s palm, but this did not eliminate Zhao Hao’s anger. For more than two thousand years, no one had dared to follow Zhao Hao like this. When he spoke, Jiang Minghao was the first one to speak. His left hand seemed to be a steel fork, which was inserted into Jiang Minghao’s neck fiercely, and he pulled it over, holding the muddy pulp with his right hand and handing it to Jiang Minghao’s. On the lips, with his feminine voice, with the temptation of a female ghost, he said:
"Why, do you want to taste it, and then use your perspective eyes to watch your intestines go through your stomach, then your flesh will rot, be eaten by snakes, insects, rats and ants, and finally turn into a pile of bones."
"Let it go...Let it go!" Jiang Minghao yelled while struggling, "I'm not a fool, I know it's poisonous and still eat it?"
"Would you like to try something else? I guarantee everything here is clean!"
Zhao Hao suddenly pressed his skinny skull-like head to Jiang Minghao's ear. Although his voice was extremely feminine, even with a feminine charm, Jiang Minghao couldn't help but shudder, and his goose bumps straightened up.
But Jiang Minghao reacted immediately. Zhao Hao meant not whether this thing is poisonous or clean, but whether he can eat it. Just imagine if a person can't get enough energy through food, how can he be alive? And only the dead can do it, and there is no need to eat. Could it be that he died
Jiang Minghao suddenly felt a cold wind blowing on his spine, making him tremble. Although Zhao Hao's neck was firmly clamped, and even breathing was difficult, Jiang Minghao still couldn't help but look in front of him. The monster asked:
"You...what did you do to me...what did you do to me?"