As for the Nascent Soul level cultivators, some of them were actually shop owners here, which made her stunned. It was amazing that a Nascent Soul powerhouse who was the head of a family or even the ancestor in a first-class country could become a shop owner in this place.
But after a few days, she had calmed down a lot. She had known for a long time that where there were strong people, there were also weak people. However, she did not expect that the so-called weak people in this place were doing such miscellaneous tasks.
Even so, with a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge, it is estimated that ordinary people would not dare to mess around in these places.
She pondered in her heart, biting the fruit as she walked, and came to a deserted place, where she changed her clothes and wiped the dust off her face. She turned into an ordinary young man in green clothes, with a pair of smart and cunning eyes full of calculation, and then she went to the city gate.
After waiting for several days, she finally got this opportunity, so of course she had to seize it.
She waited at the city gate from morning till noon, but no one came. She couldn't help but feel anxious. Could this person be lost? Or not coming? Wouldn't her plan be ruined
Just as I was thinking about it, I saw a figure pulling a sack into the city. The hand tied with red cloth was holding the bag, and he was looking around as he walked, as if looking for someone.
Seeing this, Fengjiu quickly walked forward and pulled him aside: "You are that... that... what's your name?"
"I'm Daniu. Are you the one my uncle asked to pick me up?"
"Oh! Right, right, that's Daniu, that's Daniu." Fengjiu patted her head and said with a smile, "Look at my brain, I actually remembered the name wrong, but it's okay, I'll be fine after I get to you."
"Haha, yes! I'm glad you picked me up. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get there!" He put down the bag on his shoulder and grinned, "My dad asked me to bring this to my uncle."
"You silly big guy, you are still laughing so happily. I tell you, you are in big trouble." Feng Jiu lowered her voice and said to him, "Your uncle asked me to come here to tell you to go home quickly. This position is gone. This is the money he gave you to take back. Take it."
She took out a bag and stuffed it into the boy's hand: "Also, your uncle said don't write to him in the next few months. He will contact you after the storm is over."
"Ah? Really? Really?" The boy's face turned pale and he was a little scared.
"Yes, where is the letter he wrote to you?" she asked.
“Here, here.” He quickly took it out and handed it to Fengjiu.
"Okay, that's all. Go back quickly. I'll give the bag to your uncle for you." She gestured, untied the red cloth on his hands, and told him to leave quickly.
Seeing that there was money to be made and hearing that there was danger, the young man did not dare to stay and left in a hurry.
Watching him walk out of the city gate, Fengjiu narrowed her eyes and smiled. She quickly tied her arms and then carried her things to the city gate and waited.
About half an incense stick of time later, the tall and thin man came to the city gate and saw the young man with a red cloth tied on his hands sitting in the corner, so he quickly ran over.
"Are you the big bull?"
"It's me." Feng Jiu responded, looking at the tall and thin man, and asked happily: "Did my uncle ask you to pick me up? Where is my uncle? Why didn't he come?"