From Douluo Dalu to Queen

Chapter 316 Ancient Human Creation
"Thanks to the high level of the tomb, this item is well preserved and seems to still have its functions. Unfortunately, soul power cannot drive this item and the manufacturing process has long been lost. The materials used are all top-grade mineral materials. It is obviously a better choice to collect it as an antique than to use it directly."

Leng Xiyao looked at the large-caliber pistol in her hand, which looked quite similar to the style of some domestic science fiction online games, and seemed to be thinking about something.

It's not entirely true to call it a pistol. It would be more appropriate to describe it as a "hand cannon". Its bulky shape makes it very heavy, but its body is very short, with an overall length of only about 20 centimeters, so it's hard to classify it as a shotgun.

Maybe the ancient humans were physically stronger? Could they use this thing with one hand?

This hand cannon is made entirely of gold and white. Even though tens of thousands of years have passed since it was manufactured, it still shines brightly in the sun. Only the breath of time that comes with it can prove that this thing is an ancient artifact and not a strange weapon made recently.

Obviously, this should be something used as burial objects for the royal family or the imperial family. Its value must have been inestimable in that era, let alone now.

Even if it was directly put up for auction, this thing could at least sell for 10 or 20 million gold soul coins. This price is enough for her to dig out an underground defense works several hundred meters deep under Wuhun City, let alone a tunnel she dug casually.

Leng Xiyao was right to think so, but Bibi Dong didn't care at all. The value of the collectibles that caught her eye was at least tens of millions of gold soul coins. She had dozens or even hundreds of such collections, so they were not worth mentioning at all.

What's more, this thing has no ornamental or practical application value to her, but the space dug out from the underground of Wuhun City is different. If it can be used properly, the value it generates will be more than tens of millions.
“Thank you, Your Holiness.” Leng Xiyao did not refuse and put it away directly. She felt that the craftsmanship of this thing might be related to the creations of the gods, and she would study it carefully after returning.

"Xiyao, you are too polite. If this thing were in my hands, it would be worthless. Treasures should be given to those who need them." Bibi Dong was not a person who liked to be polite. Instead, she admired Leng Xiyao's behavior.

After a few more cups of tea, Bibi Dong looked at the darkening sky outside and said to Leng Zhiying beside her: "Sister Ying, the dinner is almost here. You should take Xiyao and the others there first. I'll change my clothes."

Leng Zhiying certainly would not refute Bibi Dong's words, so he stood up and said to Leng Xiyao and Qin Menglan: "Sisters, shall we walk?"

The dinner was held in a back garden specially used for banquets. It was divided into several areas. In addition to the open-air restaurant in the back garden, there was also a special trading venue and a casino-like entertainment venue. It was no problem to accommodate thousands of people.

This is the Spirit Hall's highest-standard reception venue. If it weren't for the Spirit Master Competition, this place would only be open to the public when the emperors of the two empires visited or when the Spirit Hall celebrated its founding anniversary.

Although a casino has been opened, the Spirit Hall naturally does not officially act as the banker given its status. It simply provides an absolutely fair and just platform and some professional service personnel. There is no commission on any project, and it seems that it is really just for the guests to have a good time.

From a distance, Leng Xiyao could hear the bustling sounds coming from the casino area. Various excited shouts and cries of regret were heard everywhere. Some people were making huge profits while others were losing hysterically. This was completely unavoidable.

Looking at the interested Leng Xiyao, Leng Zhiying asked, "Why, sister Xiyao wants to go and play too?"

"Okay, I've never been to a place like this before, it's nice to go for a walk."

At this time, the main event had not arrived yet and the dinner had not started yet. Although Leng Xiyao was not a gambler, she still wanted to join in the fun.

Who knows, you might encounter some little monsters. Now that things are done here, everyone has to go their separate ways. If Leng Xiyao wants to take the opportunity to change something, now is undoubtedly the best time.

Just as Leng Xiyao thought, the Seven Monsters were now gathered together, playing cards with people from the Shenfeng and Chihuo academies.

The cards in Douluo Continent are not the same as the poker that Leng Xiyao knows, but they are similar. There are different points drawn on them, and the rules of the game are similar to those of fried golden flowers.

"Oh hoo! Third brother is amazing. He has won five games in a row. Let's see what excuses they can come up with this time!"

From a distance, Leng Xiyao heard Ma Hongjun's cheers, and then the others also started celebrating, while Feng Xiaotian on the other side helplessly threw a purse over.

Huo Wu, who was standing next to Feng Xiaotian, had eyes that were almost spitting fire. If looks could kill, she would have cut Ma Hongjun into pieces.

"Humph! What's so great about it? It's nothing more than good luck. Come again!"

Tang San shook his head helplessly but did not refuse. This kind of gambling was too easy for a Tang Sect member like him. He didn't even need to do anything deliberately. He could easily win by utilizing some natural factors.

"Oh my, you are really brave. I hope you don't lose all the copper coins you lost!" Ma Hongjun took the purse, counted it and put it away, but the words he said were still so irritating.

Now the Seven Monsters have become gods through one battle, and they can make a lot of money by just taking an advertisement. However, out of their thrifty instinct, they make a little more money outside and bring it back to the Flanders Development Academy.

No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat.
Feng Xiaotian also knew that he would probably lose if he bet with Tang San, but his sweetheart was right next to him, so he couldn't say such discouraging words. He had to bite the bullet and took out a small bag of gold soul coins and put them aside.

Leng Xiyao did not move closer, but waited with interest for these two suckers to lose more money. But suddenly, a terrifying murderous intent came from beside her.

Leng Zhiying standing aside looked at Tang San with a gaze as thick as a thousand-year-old frost, emitting a strong murderous intent that caused the guests at the surrounding tables to step away a few steps.

Feeling the sudden change in the person next to her, if Leng Xiyao had only had a rough guess during the conversation just now, then now this guess is most likely true.

Tang San, who was far away, seemed to sense the murderous intent coming towards him. He shuddered and turned back abruptly to look in the direction of Leng Xiyao.

"Ah, Xiyao, since you've brought it here, go and play. I haven't played for a long time, and I'm a little itchy~"

Leng Zhiying suddenly restrained his emotions and returned to his attitude of not caring about anything. After he finished talking to himself, he didn't wait for Leng Xiyao's response, he found a table and forced his way in, no longer paying attention to Leng Xiyao.

(End of this chapter)