I'm a stand-in maker

"How do you sell this map?" Mo Qi protected Yamato behind him. How could they not pretend to be in the black market? The two of them are now shrouded in black robes like everyone else around them, because what Kanjuro prepared

The adult is wearing a black robe. Yamato is carrying the robe as he walks. He looks like... Teemo?

The stall where Mo Gui was at was the one selling the specific location of Longma's tomb. The most important thing was that there was a small note next to it, which marked the location of Heidao Qiushui.

The onlookers around him didn't pay any attention to Mo Gui's behavior. This guy looked like a newcomer at first glance, and some of the things he put out were not necessarily for sale, and might even be traps themselves.

Mo Gui didn't care if it was a trap. Anyway, he didn't have a penny on him. He was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes. At worst, he would just kill him and leave.

"Aren't you going to sell it?" Mo Gui waited for a while, but received no response. The stall owner opposite kept lowering his head and stroking the katana scabbard in his hand. Zhou Wei, a discerning businessman, had already quietly left this person.

It doesn't matter if they kill people at their stalls, just don't spill blood on their stalls.

"Young man, what can you give me in exchange?" The voice sounded like that of an old man, deep but not hoarse. He sounded energetic and looked like he was a martial arts practitioner.

The old man took out a blackened pipe from his waist. The handle was already covered in a thick layer of starch. He lit the pipe, revealing a trace of white hair under his black robe.

"I like digging graves, and this thing is destined for me." Mo Gui also took out a cigarette and lit it. The two smokes intertwined, and the two of them seemed to be engaged in an invisible battle.

"Huh! How dare you say that, today's young people..." The old man held the samurai sword in his hand without unsheathing it, but it gave Mo Gui a great sense of oppression.

The old man stood there without moving, but Mo Gui felt that the person standing opposite him was no longer a person. It was a sword, an extremely sharp sword. The cold wind and smoke blowing around seemed to have turned into sharp blades.

towards him.

A trace of blood was left on his cheek, a faint wound appeared on Mo Gui's cheek, black mist surged, and the soul-burial figure appeared behind Mo Gui.

"Strange ability." At some point, the scabbard in the old man's hand had fallen to the ground, and his calloused hands were gently stroking the back of the knife.

"Bury the soul..." Mo Gui knew that the person who came was evil, so if he wanted to take action, he should give it a try.

The black mist spreads like a tide. This is a conventional tactic used by Soul Burial. It first uses the soul mist to restrict the opponent's movements, and then allows the opponent to be wasted to death in his own field. This move is quick and effective, and also makes Mo Gui Duo

Somewhat confident.

But in fact, the soul mist couldn't get close to the old man. He could sense the existence of the soul mist. It seemed that there was some force that isolated the soul mist. That power was intangible and invisible, but Mo Gui could not touch it through the soul mist.

I felt it, it was an extremely powerful force, full of domineering power, like a king coming to the throne.

"Domineering? Who is this old man?" Mo Gui was also a little shocked. He really didn't expect that there was such a strong man in this small Jiuli. The attack of Soul Burial is C and the speed is B. Such a panel can't be dealt with.

It might be easy for others, but against this swordsman who possesses the overlord's domineering energy, it's hard to say.

"I'm careless. I didn't encounter any particularly strong opponents along the way. I didn't encounter any Devil Fruit or Haki users. The familiar people didn't reach the strength they should have due to time..." Mo Gui knew that he

He had taken it a little lightly, and the smooth journey had numbed his heart. Fortunately, the old man in front of him woke him up.

Expansion is not scary. What is scary is not realizing that you are inflating. There is still a chance to recover before irreversible consequences are caused.

"Yamato, stay away." Mo Gui knew that with Soul Burial's current panel, it might be difficult to defend against the opponent's attack. The opponent was a swordsman. The characteristics of a swordsman are rapid attacks and flexibility. If Soul Burial's panel was Strength and Speed,

He can still touch Double A, but now he is at a disadvantage if he goes head-on.

But he still has a trump card, and he is sure to use the opportunity created by his trump card to kill the old man in front of him!

The old swordsman didn't know what he was thinking. He knocked the ashes from his cigarette and sheathed his sword.

"What can you give me? Or, what can you give to the country of Wano?" He seemed to have changed his mind. The sharp edges around him disappeared and the feeling of suffocation gradually faded away. He looked at Mo Gui again and seemed to want to

There are some things to confirm.

Although Mo Gui didn't know why the old man changed his mind, he was not vague when asked.

"I will bring changes to Wano."

The old man paused while holding the pipe, took a deep breath, and spit out the gray mist in his mouth.

"Reform? It's a big price, kid, take it."

Mo Gui asked Burial Soul to pull back the scroll in front of the old man. He became very cautious now. Even if the old man did not show any malice now, he did not dare to take it lightly.

"No need for me to promise anything?"

"it works?"

"It's no use."

"Then what are you talking about? Let's go."

"good."

The conversation between the two was very concise. After getting the scroll, Mo Gui left without looking back. The old man just now was definitely not an ordinary person. Yamato was holding Mo Gui's hand tightly with both hands. Just now she felt that she was leaving.

Death was just a hair away. If Mo Gui hadn't blocked her behind, she would have had to bear the pressure alone.

"What a scary old man..." Yamato shivered with lingering fear. What she didn't notice was that her egg substitute already had a crack, and it seemed that it was not too far away from breaking out of the shell.

"Don't be too happy too early. Do you think this is the end? Listen, if you want to survive in the world of pirates, the first thing you have to do is to stay vigilant at all times." Mo Gui seemed to be saying this to Yamato, but also as if he was speaking to Yamato.

He said it to himself. He looked towards the exit of the alley just a short distance away and narrowed his eyes.

"Eh?" Yamato didn't understand what Mo Gui meant by saying this. They got the map safely. Isn't this a happy thing? Why did Mo Gui still look wary?

Deep in the alley, the old swordsman put away the sword in his hand, leaned on the ground and smoked a cigarette comfortably.

"Hey, old sword ghost, how did you sell the map? Didn't you say you would always protect Ryoma? Did you regret it?" The surrounding businessmen came with words of ridicule or contempt. They had long since given up on their bottom line.

In their eyes, Ryoma, the hero of Wano Country, is nothing more than a commodity that can be brought to the table.

"That guy paid a huge price." The old man seemed a little different from the people here. He exhaled a puff of smoke needlessly, and looked at the rising sun in the sky with his eyes under his robe.

He recalled the scene just now in his mind: just when he was about to take action, Shen Wen Se Haki almost predicted the future and gave him a reminder - he couldn't take action, otherwise he would be the one who died.

Although he didn't know whether this premonition was true, the old man was still very insistent on his choice. He wanted to see how Mo Gui would change the country of Wano, as it was his last big gamble in his old age.