Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 69 Donkey

Millie Tang has her own set of secret codes and hand gestures for dealing with mystics, which are similar to the incisions that Liu Yonglu understood.

After chatting for half an hour, Millie Tang discovered a fact: there were an unusually large number of occultists at this auction!
In the past, it was considered lucky to come across five or six mystics at similar auctions. Firstly, there were only a few mystics scholars and they were all solitary. Secondly, not all items sold at auctions were related to gods. Many antiques and jewelry were also mixed in.

But in the past half hour, half of the people she came into contact with were mystics, and one of them she seriously suspected was a member of the Church of Wisdom. Although the other person had changed his clothes, she could still smell a faint odor of motor oil.

Among them there must be people related to the Sabines Forest. Millie Tang suddenly realized that she had overlooked a question, which was why so many people were invited to watch the mass this time?
It is not uncommon to watch the ceremony. Every mystic has a few friends. In case of any unexpected incidents during the mass, having one more person to help is an extra precaution.

But this invitation is too broad. Mystics usually don't have enough time on their own, so they must come here to get some benefits.

But what is the benefit? Forbidden knowledge? Even if they get a glimpse of it, they will fall into confusion and madness...

Just as Millie Tang was daydreaming, the pink rabbit came over. It turned out that the mixed-breed black bull horn she had auctioned was taken a fancy to by someone, and she was invited to Room 7 to discuss in detail.

This is a good thing. Millie Tang asked around but couldn't find any tomb worms. Now that someone wants her things this time, she can just bite the price for the tomb worms and throw the problem to others.

Millie Tang glanced around the venue and finally found Liu Yonglu in front of the bar where food and drinks were served. He was also chatting with someone at the moment.

Nodding in that direction, Mili Tang felt that her nose was about to bleed again. What was going on with this saint's blood? Was it getting stronger? How could it make her react even through her pocket?

Millie Tang's mind was now completely on the tomb worm, so she followed the pink rabbit into box No. 7 without thinking much.

"Your friend? Kind of...interesting..."

Donkey Head, who was standing next to Liu Yonglu and chatting, spoke. He looked at Millie Tang with interest, then looked at Liu Yonglu next to him.

Half an hour ago, after the two of them split up, Liu Yonglu also tried to find someone to talk to (ge whispered)...

He didn't have the experience and means that Millie Tang had, so he could only wander around the venue with a cup in his hand, and he would squeeze to the front when each item was brought out.

If you see someone offering a price or wanting to buy, you can whisper in that person's ear:
"Oh, sure. This bottle has a good glaze and the body is old. I bought one last week that was more expensive than this one."

"Who would buy this book? It's so dark and the pages are all torn. It's not worth it, not worth it, not worth it."

"That's nothing! That mummy is only as high as my calf. We have a 2.5 meter tall one at home that's better than this."

In the conference hall, there was only a tiger head, muttering here and there. The other "animals" thought he was a lunatic and stayed away from him.

But he was the kind of person who loved chatting, and at this moment Liu Yonglu saw a donkey.

This tall man was about 1.9 to 2 meters tall. He was wearing a pure black suit and leather gloves, and holding a small hardcover black book in his hand. Liu Yonglu could tell from the skin color of his wrist that he was a black man.

Wow, black brother, he should be easy to talk to, so Liu Yonglu came closer again, stood aside and started muttering.

"This pot is just average. I just broke one last week. It was bigger than this one. There were two little monsters painted on it, with their teeth bared and claws ferocious. This one is too plain and looks bad."

"Oh? Interesting, sir, do you usually use an alchemical cauldron to make potions?"

The donkey tilted its head to look at Liu Yonglu, then took another step towards him.

"In our place, in addition to putting medicine, we also put people in it. After that, everyone gathered in a circle to sing, and then stirred the pot again. Hey, that scene was really terrible. There was no cure."

"Interesting, it sounds like some kind of incredible mass ceremony, but I wonder what the final effect will be?"

"The effect was quite good. When I led the singing, more than ten people died on the spot. Their eyeballs were blown out."

The donkey nodded slightly and patted Liu Yonglu's shoulder with great appreciation.

"Interesting, are you here to buy something today?"

"Just looking around. I'm here with someone. My friend wants to buy some grave worms. Do you know if anyone has them here?"

Liu Yonglu saw that there was a chance. Hey, this big guy was a nice guy who loved to chat. He took him to the wine counter and poured him a glass of juice. The donkey shook it in his hand but didn't drink it.

"Grave worm? Interesting, this material is not common in Mosesad. What do you want to buy this for?"

"I don't know about that. I did have two bags before, but he asked too late. If he had told me two days earlier, I would have left some for him."

"interesting……"

"Brother, can you say anything else besides interesting? Your language is too limited. Try using a different word."

"Oh? Then what should I change?"

"Come, I'll teach you. Next time you come across something funny, just say, 'It's... kind of interesting...'"

Liu Yonglu taught people the colloquialisms in crosstalk without any hesitation. It's a pity that he was wearing a mask, otherwise his expression would have added some points.

"It's... a little interesting..."

The donkey stood there practicing over and over again, lowering his head to ponder as he practiced, as if he was deeply experiencing a new way of expressing emotions.

"Right, then, brother, what are you doing here? Selling things? Do you have any grave worms?"

"You want to buy something from me?" The donkey pointed at himself. "You have something...something interesting. I have it, but I can't sell it to you."

"What do you mean? Are you thinking of sending me directly?!"

Liu Yonglu put all his strength into slapping the donkey's back, "Pa!" The slap almost hit the back of the table.

"You are really...interesting..."

After the donkey stood firmly, he took off the glove on his right hand and shook hands with Liu Yonglu. Liu Yonglu took a look and saw that he was really black. Not only were his hands black, but even his fingernails were black.

"When can I go to your house to get it?"

As soon as Liu Yonglu shook hands with the man, he felt that his hands were extremely cold. Gradually, the coldness even spread to himself, and through him to the entire auction hall.

It was cold, really cold. Liu Yonglu felt as if everything around him was beginning to fade.

The colorful hall slowly turned into a dark yellow color, almost like dead leaves, and the movements of the people in the hall also slowed down, as if they were also affected by the cold air.

And the donkey... He tilted his head and stared at Liu Yonglu with great interest. He was slowly understanding something. Every time he saw something interesting, he couldn't help but want to play some tricks or pranks. He remembered the great achievements he had made on countless other planets. What would happen this time?

Start with memory. Language is the ladder to chaos and disorder.

He randomly picked out a sentence from Liu Yonglu's mind and prepared to delete, modify and add some seasoning. He liked this method the most. When he woke up, his friends became enemies, his relatives became villains, and his lover became a relative. He liked to see the strange expressions of creatures after their memories changed.

But this is also a craft. You have to make the changes to be realistic. If you erase or add roughly, it may drive the person in front of you crazy.

"From the south came a lama, carrying a five-jin flounder. From the north came a mute, wearing a trumpet on his waist...

Hiss... The donkey stood there thinking for a long time but couldn't think of anything suitable to add in it, no matter whether he reversed the order, added a few words or removed a few words.

Forget it, it’s okay. If this sentence cannot be changed, just remove it and change the next one.

"Linglong Pagoda is Linglong, the first floor of Linglong Pagoda. A table with four legs, a monk with a sutra, a cymbal and a chime..."

This... is not easy to adjust. Donkey changed it several times, but when he read it himself, he found that it didn't sound right, so he changed it back and changed it again.

"The bench is wide, and the carrying pole is long. The carrying pole is not as wide as the bench, and the bench is not as long as the carrying pole. The carrying pole is tied to the bench..."

What is in this guy's mind? He changed the donkey more than ten times but still couldn't find a suitable place to make some moves.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but he really can't do it.

While he was distracted, Liu Yonglu recovered a little.

"Brother, go back and make some wolfberry water. You are already weak. Okay, I will catch up with you in the twelfth lunar month."

"Brother, please say something. When will I come to your house to get it?"

The donkey then put on his gloves and sniffed.

"You do have...somewhat interesting...I can't give you this tomb worm you want because you want it. I can't give you what you want."

"Wow, you're even using tongue twisters."

"But I can give you something else, provided you exchange it with me."

At this time, Liu Yonglu tilted his head and looked at the donkey, thinking that this guy should be sent to Wujia Yao. He must have escaped from a mental hospital.

If I had met this guy before coming to the auction house, he would probably have given away the saint's blood as a magnifying glass.

But at this time he also knew that there was a good thing in his pocket, so he held his breath and said nothing, looking at the donkey.

Just at this moment, a new item came up at the auction. The two of them felt bored of being stuck in this stalemate, so they turned around and looked at the stage.

The auctioneer wearing a lamb mask took a small bronze picture frame from the cart.

"The next item is a portrait of an unknown god. It is said that according to the sender, it was painted by the god's preacher on earth."

"puff!"

Liu Yonglu sprayed the orange juice all over the donkey's face.

Because what the auctioneer held in his hand was the Calabash Brothers that he had drawn!

I have good news for you all. It will be on the shelves next week! Second, his mother, please bring the big wooden basin!

We can't drag the pace before putting it on the shelves, it's all good work. Today there is a new victim. The phenomenon of gods passing on the stories of gods has appeared in crosstalk, and the relevant gods have expressed strong concern.

It's Thursday now. If we can hold on for two more days, we can have a weekend break. Come on everyone!

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