Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 502: Magic sound

"You know that?"

Li Ang's eyes widened, his palms continuously took out all kinds of sundries from the void and placed them on the table,

What drying racks, meat hooks, black kitchen garbage bags, disposable rubber gloves, 84 disinfectant, dental floss sticks, red wine.

There is even a loudspeaker that is commonly used by street vendors - if the script world does not ban electronic products, it will also shout "Nine nines, nine nines for the audience. You can't afford to buy nine nines, nine You can't be fooled for $9."

Considering that anything can happen in the scripted world, Li Ang really put a small half-room nine-yuan-nine cheap commodity store in the automated pet breeding box with huge storage space for emergency use.

"Should I praise you for being Tinker Bell with four-dimensional underwear?"

Wan Li Fengdao's eyes twitched, and his eyes glanced at the bottle of red wine with an English label. Dan Painju said tightly: "Let's not say anything else, this red wine can still be 9 yuan and 9 yuan?"

“Why not? The cost price of many commodities in the real world is ridiculously low,”

Li Ang said casually: "Of course, these nine yuan and nine are pigment blending. The cost of a better wine is thirty or forty, and online sales can buy two hundred and fifty.

An unethical way to make quick money is to take boxes of cheap bottled wine from factories in the urban-rural fringe, pay some money at the shopping mall, set up a temporary stand for promotion, write the original price of 290, and discount the current price of 90 Nine. Not afraid of people, dare to shout, and commit crimes in several shopping malls. If you are lucky, you can make thousands of tens of thousands of net profits in one day, and you can earn down payment in two months. "

"Also, is there such an operation?"

Wanli Fengdao was stunned when he heard it, and he reacted immediately, looking at Li Ang with some flickering eyes.

Li Ang waved his hand: "Don't look at me, I will never do things that harm others or harm others."

Ha ha ha.

Wanli Fengdao laughed awkwardly, and Li Ang added by the way, "It's too slow and too slow to make money, and it's not formal, and there is a high probability of being overturned. In a real gray profiteering industry, its business operation model is often Simple and silly enough to make people sigh 'this thing can make money'."

Wanli Fengdao and Xing Hechou didn't feel anything about this, but Liu Wulan, the daughter of the Liu family, moved in his heart.

In the shopping mall, she has heard of many cases of turning over abruptly and becoming rich by relying on gray profiteering projects - of course, those people are too wild, their methods are too low, their rank is too low, and their successful experience is difficult to replicate.

Only a very few lucky people can get out of the gray area, start their business, reach the outermost part of the Yinshi business circle, and become a fat-headed and serious businessman in the upper class, barely reaching the bottom of the Liu family's feet.

Liu Wulan thought of the salacious operation he saw when he and Li Ang teamed up before, and he couldn't help thinking silently: "Thinking carefully, with a kind face and a dark heart, and a cruel method,

If he joins the business world, he must be a good player..."

"Anyway,"

Li Ang put away the red wine and other sundries on the table, smashed the white sail in the pestle's hand, and said in a serious tone: "I'll go to the Shu Palace to prepare first."

Xing Hechou asked, "Aren't you coming with us?"

Li Ang shook his head, "No, my Siemens Taoist's vest has been in too much limelight recently, and gathering together has added trouble.

Anyway, there is a remote contact between the soldiers and bees, and any information will be transmitted through it. "

As if responding to Li Ang's call, the soldier bee lying on the table stopped wiping the sauce on the forefoot, and vibrated its wings with a "buzz".

Although the wasps cannot yet understand the words spoken by humans, they can transmit sound messages at specific frequencies to the brain worms flying high in the air by vibrating their wings.

Let the brain worm transmit information to Li Ang remotely by praying to the gods.

Leaving the restaurant, Li Ang, leaning on a commoner white fan, disappeared into the crowd and disappeared on the street corner.

He was separated from his teammates to reduce the risk of identity exposure and prying eyes from native monks,

Also because of some of his preparations, it's a bit shameful...

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South of Luzhou City, there is a certain post station.

This is a temporarily remodeled guest room, all furniture has been removed from the room except for the immaculate wooden floors.

The doors and windows of the room are all nailed with wooden boards, leaving no gaps, and no light can shine in. It is dark and dark, and you can't see your fingers.

Seven thin, dark-skinned monks sat on the ground in a circle, at the center of the circle,

A huge iron cage, two people high, covered with several layers of heavy black curtains was placed quietly.

"If you don't lose these four things. The heart is not touched by color, fragrance, and all the magic. How can it happen. If there are old habits that can't be eliminated..."

Seven Annan monks closed their eyes and continued to chant scriptures,

The sound of Buddha reverberates in the closed room,

The stagnant air that was originally stagnant and turbid,

All seem to be under the influence of the power of chanting scriptures, giving off a dense aroma.

However, in the solemn sound of the Buddha, there is always a very slight rustling sound.

The sound was like clothing rubbing against the skin, like fingertips running across a wooden table,

Like a rat crawling along the corner of the wall,

Like a thousand-footed centipede skimming a mossy stone,

Like a moth and a fly flapping its wings.

Slightly small, all-pervasive,

It seems to go along the monk's ear hole, drill into the brain, corrode the flesh and erode the intellect.

The rustling sound is getting louder and louder, even in the Buddha's voice, it is very clear

The eldest elder monk facing the door remained indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

He could hear the soles of his feet stomping on the ground as the armored guards patrolled downstairs,

In the stables, the donkeys and horses can be felt eating feed.

I could even sense that a certain Xichang Tiqi, who was hiding in the woods behind the station, reached out and killed a mosquito that landed on his face, and wiped the mosquito's body on the dry bark beside him.

Naturally, he also noticed that the young monk opposite him was already overwhelmed—

The young monk continued to recite the scriptures, but his voice trembled and his eyelids trembled,

The slightly opened eyes ~IndoMTL.com~ were covered with cobweb-like bloodshots.

“…”

The old monk sighed in his heart and silently increased the voice of chanting scriptures,

Doesn't open her eyes, she just taps the ground lightly with her knuckles.

The young monk opened his eyes, glanced at him gratefully and guiltily, stood up, and gave a slow salute,

Turns around, staggers to the corner of the room, pushes open the secret door, and leaves the room.

For a long time, the magic sound suddenly stopped,

In the iron cage covered with a heavy curtain, a hoarse and low voice sounded like an iron scraping, "Luzhou, are you coming soon?"

The old monk's eyes drooped, his wrinkled face twisted into a ball, and he couldn't tell whether it was sorrow or joy, "There are still two days."

The magic sound was silent for a while, "Two days..."

The magic sound fades away, and the Buddha sound does not stop.