I Do Not Want to Inherit the Family Fortune

The driver gave Chen Ping a surprised look, but didn't say much, and instantly started the car to gallop in the air.

Sitting in the back row, Chen Ping took out the communicator and sent messages to Fang Ya, Nalan and Heihu, telling him that he had left the realm of Ancestral Dragon and would have a chance to meet again in the future.

I don't know if they can receive this message. After sending this message, Chen Ping turned off the communicator and threw it into the ring.

Chen Ping sighed when he glanced at the densely packed tall buildings with metallic luster outside the window, and the neon signs that were not so dazzling in the sun.

If the journey goes smoothly, you might be able to see them again before the next Star Gate opens, but if there is not enough time, it can really be regarded as a farewell.

The car stopped in an old town to the southeast of the city.

"A total of one hundred and thirty stars."

Chen Ping took out the communicator from a person in the Moon Worship Church and transferred the money.

Fortunately, the communicators of those people are relatively low-level, without a security system, and will not automatically destroy all messages after the host dies.

The communicator that had been blocked for the month turned into a pile of scrap iron.

At noon, not knowing that the bar camp was closed, Chen Ping opened the door and walked into an old bar.

"During closing time, it is closed, please go back."

A thin bartender is wiping the bar.

"I'm not here to drink."

Chen Ping also murmured in his heart, it looked like a regular bar here, and he took a gamble.

Chen Ping avoided the sweeping robot and came to the bar. He pressed his hat and said in a low voice, "I want to build a communicator."

The bartender calmly said: "Sir, we are a regular bar here."

But after hearing Chen Ping's words just now, the bartender's hands clearly paused, and this detail was caught by Chen Ping.

"how about this?"

With a smile, Chen Ping took out a fist-sized Mithril and continued to speak in a low voice.

Having been in the business for so long, I have never seen anyone trade precious metals directly.

"Please wait, I'll call the boss."

After all, the bar pressed a button under the bar.

After a while, a sturdy tall man walked out of the elevator. The man was full of fierceness and said to the little bartender: "Xiao Li, tell me to come down in a hurry?"

"Boss, this man has business to do."

The tall man noticed the mysterious person wearing a hood and sitting at the bar without saying a word from the beginning. He stepped forward and asked, "What does this customer want to buy?"

Chen Ping tilted his head and looked at the full-faced man and said, "I want a communicator that records my information."

After that, he pushed the mithril lying still on the bar.

Mithril of this size is less than two kilograms, at least 500,000 stars.

The record set a new communicator, but only tens of thousands of stars.

The man grinned and said, "Sir, come with me."

The man led Chen Ping into the elevator, and after pressing the button several times, the elevator walked to the second floor, which was not displayed.

It was like a small processing factory. The boss took Chen Ping to the deepest point and said to a thin man with glasses: "Help him make a communicator."

The man rummaged through the glove box, found a communicator that seemed to be new, and said to Chen Ping: "If you want any information, fill it in yourself."

Chen Ping stepped forward and briefly recorded his own information, without covering up too much.

After the information was entered, the man actually entered the information database and put Chen Ping's information in it.

"It's over."

The man handed the communicator to Chen Ping.

The boss didn't bring Chen Ping to stay for a long time, but wanted to exchange information about his communicator with Chen Ping, but Chen Ping refused, so he said, "Mr. If you have any needs in the future, you can come to me again."

Chen Ping nodded and went straight out.

He is just a cutscene in this Baize territory. This is his only way to the first continent. A communicator will make things easier.

So now you need a transportation tool, Chen Ping found a remote alley and transferred all the money from several communicators.

Looking at the small eight-digit number in his communicator, Chen Ping grinned and said: "You can also buy a high-end car that Mu Chi said."

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Chen Ping found a roadside restaurant to sit in and ordered two dishes to fill his stomach. Inadvertently, I heard a bewildered person drinking at a table next door saying: "This forbidden area is also closed, and the son of the moon worship is also dead. When will he fall?"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful to lose your head."

This person was sober and helped the drunk man out.

What was the origin of this moon worship? Chen Ping remembered the powerful Feng Yue and the "Nine Yin Jue" he had obtained from him.

At this time, a silver-gray tiger cat jumped onto Chen Ping's leg. Apart from the long tail and a sarcoma on the top, the cat was not much different from the cats on Earth.

The cat turned over and rubbed against Chen Ping with enjoyment. Chen Ping also felt amused, and scratched its head with his hands. But the cat turned over and jumped onto the table, and when he saw a fish, he wanted a product.

"Nini!"

A little girl in a yellow dress ran out.

Seeing the cat on Chen Ping's lap, he hurried up to take the cat away and apologized: "I'm very sorry, my cat is not sensible. Please forgive me."

After all, the little girl ran away quickly, and Chen Ping didn't care too much.

After a while, the girl walked towards Chen Ping with a cup of soup with a stronger spirit.

"Sir, this is my secret medicine soup, please forgive me, sir."

After speaking, she glanced at the busy restaurant owner and wife.

Presumably, this girl is the daughter of the hotel owner.

Chen Ping said, "I accept it with kindness. I want to ask you one thing, what kind of existence is the moon worship service."

The girl's face changed, and she ran away in silence.

Chen Ping frowned, could this moon worship be so terrifying.

After a while, the boss walked over and said apologetically: "The reaction of the little girl just now was a little too extreme. Please forgive me, Mr."

"It's okay."

"Mr. is from outside, I don't know anything about this moon worship."

The boss took a stool and sat down, and carefully observed whether there were suspicious persons around.

"This moon worship meeting can be done with us to stop children crying."

"They acted with utter conscience?"

Chen Ping was a little puzzled. In this peaceful and prosperous age, the moon worship party would dare to be so rampant?

"Mr. I don't know it. When the moon worship service was first established, it was not like it is now. At that time, people were still scrambling to get their children into the moon worship service."

"About ten years ago, a woman suddenly appeared and founded a moon worship party."