I Have a City in a Different World

"Look, he wrote another one!"

"It's still fifty, fifty years, how long can he live?"

"My dear, I'm afraid this boy is not a monster!"

A large group of people gathered in front of the carrion stall owner's stall, looking at a young man in astonishment.

The young man is Muki, and he is writing longevity money on yellow paper.

He held a vermillion lacquer pen in his hand and a stack of yellow talisman paper in front of him, with the tip of the pen dancing continuously on the paper.

Every time you write, a longevity coin will be generated.

Fifty years of life, replaced by a piece of yellow paper, it is so easy and simple.

Those who can enter this place know very well that Mu Qi is realizing his Yangshou.

But no one can write ten longevity coins in a row, each with a face value of fifty years.

There was a man sitting in front of the table, wearing a strange robe. It looked like a Taoist robe, but it was filled with words, and every word was very similar to the word "death".

But I don’t have the feeling that I can still write more, and I can still write for many years.

A large group of people onlookers looked at Mu Qi with a hint of shock and curiosity.

The voice of the corpse stall owner suddenly woke up Yang Shou, and he looked up at the pile of yellow paper in his hand.

In a situation with the same disadvantages, if you still give out completely false conditions, do you really think you are a fool?

Passers-by watched with indifference, and even sneered, doubting the damn promise.

This was especially true for the group of strong men, who were staring at Yang Shou while thinking of ideas outside their hearts.

There were also some people who had a faint fear flashing in their eyes, as if they were looking at a monster.

Ten longevity coins in fifty denominations are equivalent to five hundred years of life, which is simply unbelievable.

"Fortune telling, let's see how many years you can live!"

Yang Shou took out seven yuan of longevity money and slapped it under the other party's table.

Do what you need to do, and then think about yourself.

Hearing this annoying voice, Yang Shouqing couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"You want to tell your fortune."

If you hesitate any longer and the bronze bell is bought by someone else, you will regret it.

What’s more, I’m afraid that it won’t be my problem, and my family will be implicated, and we will be hurt by it.

My state at that moment was as bad as a possessed one, and it looked very scary.

How could a normal person live so long?

At the same time, I haven't looked forward to it yet, waiting for Yang Shou to agree to come up.

The people who were amazed and frightened didn't know that Mu Qi was worried at this moment. It could even be said that he was surprised but not happy.

If at any other time, Yang Shou encountered such generous conditions, he would definitely agree to it.

In order to get rid of the other party, I deliberately ran around outside the town, using the flow of people to block the other party's sight.

Just by looking at her clothes, she can tell that the woman was born into a poor family, and that when she retired to the city, she sacrificed her life in exchange for a better future.

"Fortune telling costs seven yuan for longevity, and fortune-changing starts at ten yuan."

I felt a lot of energy in my heart and developed an obsession to see how long my life span would be.

"Brother, if I sell you a bronze bell, you give him a hundred taels of gold!"

The lifeless robe matches a lifeless face, and the outside of the skin folds seems to be filled with corpse wax and dirt.

"Would he buy that bronze bell or not?"

When Yang Shou thought of that, he immediately laughed warmly and turned around to leave without any firmness.

Put it in the palm of your hand and put it behind Yang Shou's face.

An accomplice of the brawny man suddenly blocked Han Fei's path and made a generous promise.

Seeing this scene, the man's heart relaxed slightly and he quickly chased after him.

I never thought that between knowing and waking up, I haven't paid Han Fei for one hundred and seventy years.

"You buy it and give him the money!"

The audience next to them were also very curious and wanted to know how many pictures Yang Shou could write?

Maybe the other party thinks that one hundred taels of gold is a huge sum of money, and a poor guy like Han Fei must not be able to agree.

Yang Shou's mood at the moment was very simple, and he was eager to know the answer, so I looked at the corpse stall owner with a trace of prayer in his eyes.

Yang Shou walked backwards, and there was a slow roar in front of him.

The price is really cheap, and you have to pay once for seven years of life. But if it is really wrong and can be changed, not many people will flock to it.

At the most normal time, the other party will be angry and commanding, but after a while, the other party will stop begging.

The less you have, the more you worry about gains and losses. Having nothing is a kind of freedom from restraint.

It seems that after completing the task, I will receive a response. I hope Yang Shou can help me.

If this is the case, I will definitely regret it.

If something goes wrong, he becomes a monster. According to their thinking, Mucci's identity is definitely not simple.

But if he just trades, he will be punished, and his family will also be retaliated against.

Hold it tightly with your hands, for fear of losing it.

But deep in my eyes, there is a trace of disdain, obviously looking at Qi Yangshou.

The other party knows my identity clearly and knows that taking the bronze bell out will definitely bring me a generous reward.

It gives people the feeling that it is a rusty humanoid machine.

But at that moment, Yang Shou wanted to talk to him.

When everyone around him saw this, they all showed envious expressions, and no one was either angry or relieved, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

Fortune-telling can change fortunes, and fortunes can be exchanged for fortunes. Change your destiny for ten years and receive ten years of Muqi hexagram gold.

He also said that he would do less harm before going out.

But knowing why, Han Fei couldn't control her hand at all.

"If he thinks one hundred taels is too much, you can't give him seven hundred taels!"

"If you help him, who will help you?"

For special people, one hundred taels of gold is definitely a huge sum of money. If there is no chance, they can earn it in their lifetime.

The organization I work for can only give me a small amount of money, and it can also arrange work for my family.

Hearing the inquiry from the corpse stall owner, Yang Shou woke up from his dream and realized that now was the time to be in a daze.

I hope to get the answer I want from the other party and know what happened.

Looking up at Qi Zhou, I felt at a loss.

What happened, and why was he able to do that?

Yang Shou smiled warmly in his heart, feeling that the other party was telling lies, but I was suspicious of every word he said.

That damn guy was clearly not trying to trick him.

If it just moved, it would definitely be regarded as a corpse.

"Seven hundred taels seems like a lot. He is too greedy. Give him another seven hundred taels!"

The owner of the carrion stall looked at me and did not give an answer. Instead, he tied the bronze bell with a red rope and broke it.

Yang Shou hesitated for a moment, then walked quickly back.

A table with a simple shape, it looked as if it had just been dug out of the soil, but it exuded a strong earthy smell.

Their surprise stemmed from this.

After a short period of time, he successfully got rid of the other party.

At that moment, I was so confused that I didn't know what to do. Although I got what I wanted, I didn't feel much joy.

"The longevity money he exchanged is not enough to buy a bronze bell. Is he planning to continue writing more?"

He was afraid that his longevity money would suddenly turn into a pile of waste paper and everything would be just a dream.

A stall on the roadside caught Yang Shou's attention.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a cold and sinister voice sounded.

"Babailiang, that's the limit. You have to persuade him to be greedy, otherwise you're just asking for trouble!"

Hearing the sound, the hexagram master hurriedly raised his head to look at Yang Shou, and his neck made a crackling sound of twisting and rubbing.

"Damn it, why is he talking? If he leaves that place, I will kill him immediately!"

There is no white cloth next to the table, like a white funeral flag, with two lines of white writing written on it from bottom to top.

Yang Shou grabbed a wad of longevity money and gave it directly to the corpse stall owner, then took the bronze bell out of his hand.