Fairy Eye

"What happened?" Chang Yushan suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes fixed on the boy.

"Master, so many of our people have died." The boy's face turned ashen, and he stammered, not daring to look Chang Yushan in the eye.

"What do you mean, a lot of people died? Explain yourself!" Chang Yushan walked out from behind his desk and stood in front of the boy.

"Yes, that's how it is..."

The boy knelt down with a thud and recounted how he received the signal and saw corpses everywhere on his way to the assembly.

Then, he took out several storage bags and handed them to Chang Yushan. Inside were corpses, some missing limbs, some severed at the waist, but without exception, they were all covered with red spots.

"How could this happen? How could this happen..."

After reading it, Chang Yushan clenched his fists tightly, finding it hard to believe what kind of wrath he would have to endure after the gang leader returned.

That's over a dozen lives, and they were all from his First Hall. After these people died, the First Hall would be almost completely depleted of its personnel.

"Where's Cao Xiu? Where did he go?" Suddenly remembering something, Chang Yushan squinted and asked.

"No, I don't know. I haven't seen the captain since I left."

"Alright... I understand. Tell Cao Xiu to come see me when he's back! I sent him to arrest someone, and he's caused such a huge mess. I'll make him pay." Chang Yushan waved his hand as if all his strength had been drained, signaling the boy to leave.

The boy felt as if he had been granted a pardon and turned to walk outside.

"etc!"

Chang Yushan suddenly called out to the boy and asked, "You just said you went there after receiving the assembly signal?"

"Yes, Master."

"So, they've found traces of that ugly fifth brother?"

"That should be it, because there was more than one rally signal, and it was being fired along the way. So I was probably chasing Ugly Old Five. I just arrived a little late, and when I got there, all I saw was a pile of corpses."

The young man spoke cautiously, seemingly worried about being reprimanded by Chang Yushan, and quickly changed the subject, saying, "That ugly old man dared to kill so many of our Qingyun Gang members! Hall Master, you must avenge our brothers!"

"Alright, I got it! You can go now."

Chang Yushan's face darkened, and the boy immediately dared not say another word, turning and running away as if his pants were on fire.

"Master, are you alright...?" Seeing Chang Yushan facepalming, the maidservant quickly stepped forward to ask with concern.

"It's alright, you can go down now."

Chang Yushan shook his head and walked back behind his desk.

"Ugly Fifth Brother, you're wicked! You've caused the deaths of so many people in my First Hall. I, Chang Yushan, will definitely avenge you!"

He could tell, of course, that the corpses of those ordinary disciples were not killed by humans, but that couldn't be concealed; it was caused by the pursuit of Han Lin.

Therefore, it was only natural that this debt was placed on Han Lin.

If Han Lin knew, he would probably curse and yell, "I haven't even caused you any trouble yet, and you're already twisting the truth!"

……

Not long after nightfall, the lanterns hanging high on the pavilions along the streets were already glowing with a bright red light, illuminating the sparse figures on the street.

Inside a shop called Jubaolou, an elderly man with gray hair was slowly flipping through the account books.

Suddenly a dark shadow loomed over him.

The old man looked up and saw a person with a black veil staring at him indifferently. He quickly closed the ledger and stood up.

"Is the customer here to make a purchase?"

"I want to sell some things and buy some things. I heard you have a wide variety of goods here, so I came to take a look."

"Hehe, that's for sure! Looking across the entire Qingyun Town, there's no shop that can compare to our Jubao Tower. As long as the resources aren't too worthless, I can buy them all; as long as they're not too rare, I can sell them all."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, saying proudly.

"Oh? How about the price?"

Hearing the other party's arrogant tone, Han Lin raised an eyebrow slightly.

The old man chuckled and said, "The price is definitely not as good as if you set up a stall yourself! After all, I give you cash right away, but if you set up a stall yourself, you might not be able to sell immediately. Sometimes you might not find a buyer for a year or two."

"Furthermore, I'm not forcing anyone to buy or sell."

"If you have the resources, you might as well give me an offer first. If it's a good deal, you can sell it. If not, you can take it and set up a stall yourself."

"That's fine." Han Lin nodded, then took a wad of old cloth from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"This is?"

The old man frowned as he looked at the bundle of cloth on the table.

"Open it and take a look."

Han Lin said calmly.

The old man then slowly unwrapped the cloth, revealing a bloodstained storage bag inside.

"Tsk tsk, this blood is quite fresh." The old man raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully.

"This is none of your business, is it? Or do you ask about the origin of things you accept here?" Han Lin frowned slightly.

"Haha, please don't be angry, sir. I was just saying it casually. I always accept all kinds of things here!"

The old man laughed and picked up the storage bag to check it.

Upon closer inspection, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "This is actually a mid-grade storage bag? And it contains quite a few resources."

There are certainly plenty of resources inside.

In addition to what Cao Xiu already possessed, he also packed the cracked armor beast hide inside.

Hearing this, he said indifferently, "Including the storage bags, just name your price. I'm too lazy to haggle with you item by item. If it's reasonable, I'll sell it all to you."

They even sell storage bags?

The old man looked surprised, but then his heart leaped with joy: "Alright, let me examine you carefully."

After saying that, he took out the items one by one and carefully examined and evaluated them. After about an incense stick's time, he finally finished the evaluation.

He tentatively said, "Including this mid-grade storage bag, I'll give you seventy low-grade spirit stones. How does that sound?"

"seventy?"

Han Lin said, "You're too greedy, old man. Putting everything else aside, this mid-grade storage bag alone is worth at least seventy or eighty spirit stones."

"If it were sold normally, this would naturally be the price, but I also need to make a profit."

"This isn't how you make money. I'm not going to waste my breath on you. I'll offer you a flat price of ninety spirit stones. If you agree, I'll sell it and buy some other things along the way! If you don't want it, then forget it." Han Lin's tone was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

The old man frowned deeply after hearing this, seemingly very conflicted.

Just as Han Lin was about to pick up the storage bag and leave, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, fine! You're such a tightwad, not willing to give up even a little bit of benefit."

"I'll consider you my friend. If you ever have anything good in the future, you should definitely consider Jubaolou first."

"Heh, no problem." Han Lin rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking to himself, "You old folks, you're really getting a good deal and then acting innocent."

After agreeing on the price, the old man was quick and decisive, taking out the spirit stones and completing the transaction with Han Lin.

He immediately smiled and said, "Young friend, you just mentioned wanting to buy some things. May I ask what you'd like to buy? I can give you a discount!"