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"Boss, make it cheaper."

"Two counts as one hundred for you."

Qiao Ji felt that he had made at least eighty yuan for himself, but he was too lazy to bargain, so he took out a hundred-yuan bill and placed it on the stall, pocketing these two unrefined items.

He was wandering around here and saw a sword seller.

He picked up a Yanling knife. Although it was slightly rusty, it felt good in the hand and was not a handicraft for display.

"This is the sword of the former Jin Yiwei. It's an antique."

Qiao Ji has no interest in antiques.

Moreover, there were no royal guards in the previous dynasty, only the previous dynasty had them.

"How much?"

"Thirty thousand."

"Boss, your knife is too fake."

He picked up a sword next to him and said, "This is a bit interesting."

The sword is very strange because the scabbard and equipment are actually pink. This cute pink color appears on a sword, which is really out of place.

Qiao Ji picked up the sword and pulled it out. The blade was polished until it was reflective, but its shape was just a joke. It imitated the Eight-sided Han Sword, but the blade was very thick and wide, and the overall weight was a bit over the standard.

Qiao Ji roughly estimated that this thing must weigh six or seven kilograms.

When he held it in his hand, he felt that there was a problem with the center of gravity, and it was impossible to use this thing at all.

No, it's still okay to hit people with a steel whip or an iron mace.

"This thing costs fifty yuan. If you want it, take it for sixty yuan."

The boss seemed a little bit dissatisfied with the sword. After all, the pink outfit looked a bit strange. I don’t know which two-dimensional machine made it. He also paid 15 yuan to collect scraps from others.

"Where's the scabbard?"

"Send it to you."

Qiao Yao shook his head and handed out a banknote.

Although there is something wrong with this sword, you can still buy it online for a hundred or two hundred yuan, and the boss will lose money.

He bought this sword and it can be made into a cos prop.

The boss handed over the change and introduced enthusiastically: "Would you like to see something else? I also have Wenwan walnuts, Bodhi bracelets, and Jade Guanyin and Jade Buddha statues..."

Qiao Ji bought a lot of random things, just to pass the time.

From time to time, he looked at the police building with clairvoyance, waiting for people to get off work.

"Finally, you guys can be really busy."

After buying a lot of things, Qiao Ji finally saw people getting off work over there and fled directly into the shadows.

…

At eleven o'clock, the Yujing Police Headquarters building parked in the parking lot.

Yang Chengrong ended his overtime work today.

The past two days have been very uneventful. Since the death of the chairman of the Ancient Appreciation Society, several branches have been undergoing frequent changes, and several relics are about to appear, making their Superpower Criminal Organization Investigation Department very busy.

I'm afraid I'll have to work overtime in the next few days.

Really, can’t these people just stop? Why are the people from the Original Sin faction going to the Kunlun ruins?

He started the car, drove out of the parking lot, opened the window a little, blew in the evening breeze, shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case with one hand, held it in his mouth, and then looked for a lighter in his pocket.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

He looked in the rearview mirror and saw a figure wearing soul-eating blood armor in the back seat, who seemed to have been sitting there for a long time.

As far as he knew, the last person to wear this kind of soul-eating blood armor was the president of the Ancient Appreciation Society.

The cigarette in his mouth shook for a moment. He held the steering wheel with one hand and maintained a steady speed. With the other hand, he slowly took off the cigarette, trying not to cause misunderstanding.

"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

At this moment, he thought of the last cigarette in his life.

"mind."

A strange mechanical sound sounded in the back seat.

Well, I won’t let myself smoke the last cigarette.

Yang Chengrong's face was reflected in the rearview mirror, his eyes looking ahead without any fluctuation.

As for Qiao Ji, who was reflected in the rearview mirror, his body was shrouded in soul-eating blood armor. Because he was equipped with a pilot suit, he looked a bit burly as a whole.

"What's the matter with calling me, the director of the Supernatural Crime Investigation Division, so late?"

It's strange to say that at this moment, Yang Chengrong is only thinking about the good things in his life, because he is not an earth-level superpower. Facing a person wearing soul-eating blood armor, he doesn't feel that he has much chance of winning, or even I don't think I can escape.

How did he find himself?

What's his purpose?

"I need some information, preferably the exact location."

"Everyone knows what's going on in the Triangle area? He doesn't have any grudge against your Antiquity Association, right?"

Yang Chengrong's brain was running rapidly, recalling the information he had come into contact with during this period related to the Antiquity Society and the Triangle Area, trying to find the connection between them.

If possible, he hoped that he could leave some information to his colleagues.

"I'm not a member of the Ancient Appreciation Association. I stole this dress. I hope you don't misunderstand."

Robbed?

Isn't he a member of the Ancient Appreciation Society?

It was difficult for Yang Chengrong to judge the situation in front of him, but he could follow what the other party said, "Then can I ask who you snatched it from?"

"Five people, laziness, arrogance, lust, gluttony, and rage, combined with their soul-eating blood clothes, I got this."

The Soul-Eating Blood Clothes can be fused. This is known to some old people in the Ancient Law Society, and undercover agents have also reported this news.

But except for the former president, no one has seen an evolved version of the Soul-Eating Blood Clothes. This should be the second one.

"I answered your question, and it's time for you to answer mine. Can you get Chachai's whereabouts?"

"I need to ask for instructions. We generally..." He glanced at the rearview mirror, and then said: "We don't make deals with criminals."

Criminals?

Qiao Ji was not angry about this title. He just said, "I just came to China a few days ago and I have no criminal record, so you can trade with me."

What he said was true, after all, he really traveled through time not long ago.

He often tells the truth, but often misleads.

Yang Chengrong was half convinced and half disbelieving after hearing what this mysterious man said.

"Cha Guai was a prefecture-level superpower twenty years ago. He is cautious and only operates in the border area of ​​the Three Kingdoms. The family rules are strict. It is not easy to find his whereabouts."

"But the triangle area is not big. Just give me a rough location and make sure he will be there at a certain time."

Yang Chengrong analyzed the mysterious man's abilities, and at the same time felt that this mysterious man seemed to be really looking for Cha Guai.

"Can I ask, what are you doing with him?"

"He owes me his life."

As for how you owe it?

I have set my sights on your soul, and it is mine. It is still in your hands. This is really rude.

"Since it's a transaction, there should be the same chips." Yang Chengrong glanced at the rearview mirror again, "You said you killed five blood-clothed priests of the original sin faction, so do you want to use the original sin stone in exchange? "

(Evolving~)