evil tycoon

Looking up, Han Ping'an saw that he had already walked up to the Bone Refining Martial Artist and started touching the corpse.

The monkey was covered in hair.

Is it poison?

But it doesn't look like it.

Several feet away, Han Ping'an made no move. If poison was administered beforehand, what kind of poison could be colorless, odorless, and precisely targeted to a single person?

He shows no signs of poisoning now.

hiss!

The monkey clicked its tongue in amazement.

When he first met Han Ping'an, he thought he was just an ordinary person who couldn't even kill a chicken, but this scene gave him a much stronger sense of horror than when he was facing Gu Ming.

Oh shit.

How could it be simple to run a shady shop like that and still manage to get military crossbows?

"You poor wretch, a dignified bone refiner only has ten or so taels of silver."

Upon hearing this, the monkey's mouth twitched.

Which martial artist specializing in bone refinement would carry all their possessions with them when they go out?

"Thank you for saving me, brother."

"I don't want much, just one hundred taels."

Han Ping'an grinned.

"I have no money."

"But I have good stuff."

"Take me away from here first, I promise I'm not lying to you."

Although the monkey was weak, it spoke quickly, as if afraid that Han Ping'an would misunderstand.

Han Ping'an didn't say anything, picked up the monkey, and quickly left along the road beside him.

Behind him, three inconspicuous little insects quietly flew into his palm and burrowed into his sleeve.

Half an hour later.

He turned into a small alley some distance away and put the monkey down.

"Where is it?"

  

The monkey coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly, "Brother, could you get me some medicine? I feel like I'm about to die."

Han Ping'an shook his head: "You know I own a shop. I only saved you because of the 'friendship fee.' You won't die for now."

"I can't do anything without seeing the thing."

The monkey wanted to curse.

But then again, it doesn't seem wrong.

They've already helped you.

What else do you want?

"There's a sewage ditch just around the corner on the east side of that street. I threw my things in there."

If it were someone else, the monkey would have tried to bargain, but it seemed to be frightened by Han Ping'an's methods just now, so it smiled helplessly and gave up on the spot.

"Wait for me here."

Han Ping'an didn't mince words; whether it was true or false, one look would tell.

"Hey, why don't you take me with you? I'm scared." The monkey cautiously scanned its surroundings.

"It's alright. If someone from the Snake Hand Gang happens to come by, then you're out of luck."

"I……"

Seeing Han Ping'an dart away, the monkey was speechless.

Who is this person?

However, he wasn't lying.

The item was hidden in the sewage ditch.

There was simply no time or opportunity to find a more suitable place to hide it.

As he watched Han Ping'an walk away, Monkey sighed. A sharp pain shot through his chest, causing him to let out a painful groan.

"Oh shit."

"What do we do next?"

Although they got their revenge, they also alerted the Snake Hand Gang. The Snake Hand Gang had been keeping an eye on them for a while, and now that one of their elite leaders had died, they would not let the matter rest.

There were also warrants issued by the government and searches conducted by the Black Tiger Hall.

The monkey felt dizzy as soon as it thought about it.

Suddenly, he perked up.

"Zhengqi Street".

"General store".

the other side.

Han Ping'an quickly arrived at the place the monkey had mentioned. It was a remote place with only a few shops in front of it, and sure enough, there was a sewage ditch.

It was pitch black, and the water inside was so thick and hard to move that it was mixed with all sorts of yellow and white substances.

It smelled terrible.

Han Ping'an frowned, held his breath, and cursed under his breath.

Damn, you're really good at hiding things.

The key point is that it's impossible to tell exactly where it is from the surface.

Are we supposed to search bit by bit?

"You'll have to pay more."

Han Pingan gritted his teeth, lay down by the ditch, and reluctantly reached his hand down.

Splash splash~~

Several dozen breaths later.

He finally pulled out a black package, wrapped tightly, which looked like it contained a jar.

Han Ping'an's face turned ashen as he looked at the filth covering his entire arm.

"I'm truly impressed."

With his other hand, he pulled a dagger from his pocket, and with considerable effort, tore off the filthy sleeve, then opened the package to reveal its contents.

It really is a jar.

It's similar to a small urn for storing ashes, all black, with a round hole the size of an egg at the top and a crack the size of a fist on the side.

What kind of broken jar is this?

There was nothing else besides the jar.

Han Ping'an felt like he had been tricked.

Is this a good thing?

He grabbed the jar and immediately felt its weight.

There's something inside!

However, his gaze was instantly drawn elsewhere, and he stared intently at what was in front of him.

The Cauldron of Fate was activated.

[The Gathering Jar (Fragmented), with a lifespan of three years. Cast the Gathering Jar, find a place with a high concentration of evil influences, place it inside, and it will gather evil shadows in seven days. The higher the concentration of evil influences, the faster it will gather.]

"A 'gathering evil spirits' jar?"

"It actually takes three years of lifespan."

The most expensive item at present.

Gathering evil spirits...

Han Ping'an thought of the Yin Wind Profound Fiend Palm he had cultivated. Although his Yin energy was now abundant, his fiend power was still far from sufficient.

It takes seven days to form a malevolent shadow. No matter what kind of malevolent energy it is, it grows from weak to strong. The weakest is barely visible to the naked eye, and then the malevolent energy is visible to the naked eye.

It's no simple feat for them to gather into a malevolent force.

Thinking that the monkey was still behind him, Han Ping'an suppressed his distracting thoughts and shook the jar vigorously.

A series of clanging sounds suddenly rang out from inside.

He tilted the jar along the notch at the edge.

Splash!

A bunch of things fell out.

The first thing to be found was a pile of silver ingots, roughly estimated to be around a hundred taels, and a piece of gold.

There were dozens of blood-red stones, each resembling a small clod of earth.

Shake the jar; there's still something inside.

Han Pingan licked his lips, reached into the opening and groped around for a while. He first found a booklet and pulled it out.

Touching it again, it felt sticky and slightly damp, soft on the surface and hard on the inside.

What is that?

Before I could even pull it out, the panel in front of me had already changed.

Han Ping'an glanced at it and couldn't help but gasp. He instinctively let go, his heart pounding with fear.

After withdrawing his hand, he hesitated for a moment, then picked up a blood-red clod of earth.

Swish!

The panel reappears.

"Goodness."

"Goodness."

"They're all good stuff."

Han Ping'an was completely stunned by the unexpected surprise.

Where did these monkeys and other creatures come from?

Not only are they all more astonishing than the last, but they are also all more bizarre than the last.

"I want all of these."

"That guy probably won't need it either."

Han Pingan quickly stuffed the items inside, his eyes gleaming as he held the jar.

Immediately, he rushed back.

in the corner.

The monkey was getting dizzy waiting.

He is getting weaker and weaker.

Why is it so slow?

He felt he was about to collapse.

at last.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached.

The monkey jolted awake and opened its eyes wide to look.

When he saw that it was Han Ping'an, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Quick, take me away, I'm dying."

"Where are we going?"

Han Ping'an was stunned.

"General store".

"Give me some medicine and let me hide for a while."

"All of this is for you. There are treasures inside, as well as silver and gold. It's all yours."

The monkey didn't care about anything else at that moment.

He didn't know what that broken jar was; it was completely useless.

He knew some of the others, and they weren't simple, but he couldn't use them.

For him, the most valuable things were the silver and gold.

But at most it's two hundred taels. With his life hanging by a thread, how could he care about worldly possessions?

Han Ping'an was overjoyed, but on the surface he remained calm and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. You know what kind of place a general store is, and you've offended so many forces. Hiding in a general store might cause trouble..."

"Apart from the money, all of your stuff looks increasingly bizarre. If you were to sell the rest, aside from your life-saving money, a general store could give you an estimate."

"No, I... I'm dying."

The monkey's eyes were bloodshot, and it was almost driven to the brink of collapse by Han Ping'an's words.

"You, you, you, just find me anywhere, please let me live first!"

"I have some money somewhere else, I'll give it all to you, brother, I'm begging you."

The monkey bit its tongue, barely staying awake despite the stinging pain, and looked at Han Ping'an pleadingly.