Volume 2: Scales in the Pond Chapter 135: Pink Sword
"Boss, make it cheaper."
"I'll give you a hundred for two."
Qiao Ji felt that he had earned at least 80 yuan from him, but he was too lazy to bargain. He took out a 100-yuan bill and put it on the stall, then pocketed the two not-so-exquisite items.
He was wandering around here and saw a man selling swords.
He picked up a goose-feather knife. Although there was some rust on it, it felt good to hold and was not a decorative artifact.
"This is a sword from the Jinyiwei of the previous dynasty. It's an antique."
Qiao Ji has little interest in antiques.
Moreover, there were no Jinyiwei in the previous dynasty, only in the dynasty before that.
"How much?"
"Thirty thousand."
"Boss, your knife is so fake."
He picked up a sword next to him and said, "This is quite interesting."
The sword is very peculiar because the scabbard and the fittings are actually pink. This cute pink color appears on a sword and it is really a bit out of place.
Qiao Ji picked up the sword and pulled it out. The blade was polished to a shine, but its shape was just a joke, imitating the eight-sided Han sword, but the blade was very thick and wide, and the total size was a bit over the standard.
Qiao Ji roughly estimated that this thing must weigh about six or seven kilograms.
He held it in his hand and felt that there was something wrong with the center of gravity. This thing was completely unusable.
No, it can be used like a steel whip or iron mace to hit people.
"I'll charge fifty dollars for this thing. If you want it, take sixty."
The boss didn't seem to like the sword very much. After all, the pink accessories looked a bit strange. He didn't know which 2D community made it. He bought it from someone who collected scrap for fifteen dollars.
"Where's the scabbard?"
"I'll give it to you."
Qiao Yao shook his head and handed over a banknote.
Although this sword has some problems, it can still be sold for at least one or two hundred yuan if it is put online. The boss is losing money.
He bought the sword and made it into a cosplay prop.
The boss handed over the change and introduced enthusiastically: "Would you like to see something else? I also have ornamental walnuts, bodhi bracelets, jade Guanyin jade Buddha statues..."
Qiao Ji bought a lot of miscellaneous things, just to kill time.
From time to time, he used his clairvoyance to look toward the police building, waiting for people to get off work.
"Finally, you guys are really busy."
After buying a lot of things, Qiao Ji finally saw the people there getting off work and disappeared directly into the shadows.
…
At 11 o'clock, we parked in the parking lot of the Yujing Police Headquarters Building.
Yang Chengrong finished his overtime work today.
The past two days have been very turbulent. Since the death of the president of the Jian Gu Society, several branches have been undergoing frequent changes, and several relics are about to appear in the world, which has kept their Supernatural Crime Organization Investigation Department busy and overwhelmed.
I'm afraid I'll have to work overtime in the next few days.
Really, can't these people just be quiet? Why did the people from the Original Sin Faction go to the Kunlun Ruins?
He started the car, drove out of the parking lot, opened the window a little, enjoyed the evening breeze, shook a cigarette out of the cigarette box with one hand, put it in his mouth, and then searched for a lighter in his pocket.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.
He looked at the rearview mirror and saw a figure wearing soul-devouring blood armor sitting in the back seat, who seemed to have been sitting there for a long time.
As far as he knew, the last person who wore this soul-devouring blood armor was the president of the Ancient Appraisal Society.
The cigarette in his mouth trembled. He held the steering wheel with one hand to maintain a steady speed, and slowly took the cigarette out with the other hand, trying not to cause misunderstanding on the other side.
"Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"
At this moment, he thought of the last cigarette in his life.
"mind."
A strange mechanical sound came from the back seat.
Okay, I won’t let myself smoke the last cigarette.
Yang Chengrong's face was reflected in the rearview mirror, his eyes looking straight ahead without any fluctuation.
As for Qiao Ji, who was reflected in the rearview mirror, his body was shrouded in Soul-Devouring Blood Armor. He also looked a bit burly because he was equipped with the Iron Pilot suit.
"What's the matter with you visiting me, the director of the Supernatural Crime Investigation Department, so late at night?"
It's strange to say, but at this moment Yang Chengrong was thinking about all the good things in his life, because he was not an earth-level psychic, and facing a man wearing soul-devouring blood armor, he didn't think he had much chance of winning, and he didn't even think he could escape.
How did he find himself?
What is his purpose?
"I need information about Chachai, preferably the exact location."
"Chachai, the leader of the Triangle Region? He has no grudge against your Antiquity Association, right?"
Yang Chengrong's brain was working rapidly, recalling the information he had come across during this period related to the Jian Gu Hui and the Triangle region, trying to find the connection between them.
If possible, he hoped he could leave some information for his colleagues.
"I'm not from the Antiques Association. I stole this dress. I hope you don't misunderstand me."
Stolen?
Isn’t he a member of the Antiquities Association?
It was difficult for Yang Chengrong to judge the situation in front of him, but he could follow the other party's words and continue, "Then can I ask who it was stolen from?"
"I combined the Soul Devouring Blood Robe of five people: Laziness, Pride, Lust, Gluttony, and Rage. I got this."
The Soul-Devouring Blood Robe can be fused. Some of the elders in the Ancient Appraisal Society know this, and the undercover agent has also reported this news.
But apart from the former president, no one else has the evolved version of the Soul-Devouring Blood Robe. This should be the second one.
"I answered your question, and it's time for you to answer mine. Can you find out where Chachai is?"
"I need instructions. We usually ..." He glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "We don't make deals with criminals."
Criminal?
Qiao Ji was not angry about this title, but just said: "I have just arrived in China for a few days and have no criminal record, so you can trade with me."
What he said was true. After all, he had only been here for a short time.
He often tells the truth, but often misleadingly.
After hearing what the mysterious man said, Yang Chengrong was half-believing and half-doubting.
"Chachai was already an Earth-level supernatural being 20 years ago. He was very cautious and only moved around in the border area of three countries. His family rules were very strict. It was not easy to find his whereabouts."
"But the triangle area is not big. Just give me an approximate 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 really be looking for Chachai.
"Can I ask what you are doing with him?"
"He owes me his life."
As for how the debt was owed?
I fell in love with your soul, and it's mine. But it's still in your hands now. This is really rude.
"Since it's a deal, then the chips should be the same." Yang Chengrong glanced at the rearview mirror again, "You said you killed five Blood-robed High Priests of the Original Sin Faction, so, are you going to exchange them with the Original Sin Stone?"
