Starting with "The Demonic Cultivation," I had no choice but to pretend to be a magical gi

The masked man looked in the direction where the wind chimes had disappeared, stroked his chin, and suddenly chuckled.

"That's interesting..."

……

Once they were completely away from that area, and made sure there were no tails following them and that even the surveillance cameras had been wiped out, the wind chime finally stopped at an abandoned building.

If a house like this is dilapidated and has been abandoned for a long time, then basically no one will wander around here on weekdays.

She entered one of the rooms, threw the two boxes on the ground, and then deactivated her transformation without hesitation.

The black mist dissipated, and Gu Yun leaned against the wall, recalling his previous response.

That battle of wits just now was absolutely terrifying. Even he had to go all out. Although it seemed like he did nothing, he was actually full of tricks and it took a lot of mental effort.

Another day of wits and courage.

"Put that thing away from me!"

Seeing Gu Yun casually scatter the Devouring Demon on the ground, Nightingale didn't care about anything else and started breathing on it.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but is this something you can just take away like that? If you put this in the shadows, what if it spills? What if it's not good quality and leaks? We'll both be in trouble then."

"You make a good point."

Gu Yun nodded, agreeing with Nightingale's idea.

"But this is called a strategic reserve. Even a powerful demonic cultivator like you at the Golden Core stage can be wary of it, which means its destructive power is definitely not low. It's much more effective than a magic light blade."

You can never have too many trump cards.

"You know... if we diluted this stuff and figured it out completely, could we create a finishing move with anti-magic properties?"

One move and their foundation is destroyed. Even if they manage to escape with their lives, they will never amount to anything in the future.

"..."

The nightingale fell completely silent.

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Gu Yun waited for a while, but Nightingale didn't speak again, which made him somewhat disappointed.

He was hoping for some advice.

Then he turned his gaze to the box full of banknotes, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Five hundred thousand.

It would be amazing if someone could keep from laughing like that.

With this money, the preliminary selection process will be much easier. Whether it's creating hype or buying trending topics, real money will be poured in, and sometimes a lubrication fee will have to be paid.

However... the source of this money is not very clean. If I were to use it directly, it would be tantamount to blatantly exposing my identity.

We still need to find a way to clear our name.

I wonder how Lin Zhixia's preparations are going. Otherwise, if my plan is flawless and this girl poops a huge poop, then even a god couldn't save her.

Thinking of this, Gu Yun took out his phone to check and found that Lin Zhixia had changed her profile picture and personal introduction.

The avatar now shows a pale, thin hand tightly gripping a somewhat outdated magical girl badge.

The caption was just a single line.

"I hate you as much as I hate myself."

It has that flavor.

"Good, you've gotten into the zone so quickly. Keep it up, and I believe you can do it."

Gu Yun muttered to himself, then finally put his phone away, satisfied.

Then he squatted down in front of the two boxes, clearly struggling with whether or not to start thinking of a solution right now.

He's not stupid; he won't act rashly on anything risky unless there's an absolute necessity.

At this moment, Nightingale finally couldn't help but speak up, feeling that she needed to get back at them.

My reaction just now was indeed a bit stressful and embarrassing.

"Let me tell you, it's like a tiger fallen into the plains now. Back in the day, when I was still in my prime and had my physical body, I wouldn't even give this thing a second glance."

"It's only because I only have my natal golden core left that I'm somewhat sensitive to this kind of poison that specifically targets my foundation. Don't mistake it for fear."

"I didn't think you were scared."

Gu Yun's tone was very perfunctory.

"Forget it, there's always a way out. I have more important things to do right now... so I'll keep it for now and come back to study it properly when I have time and am fully prepared."

As he said this, he stood up. He skillfully stuffed the two boxes behind an abandoned ventilation duct in the corner, tore off a few pieces of tattered tarpaulin to cover them, and then gathered a pile of broken bricks and buried them there.

Besides his own home, Gu Yun set up simple safe houses in several other places in Huacheng. Although the scale of these houses was somewhat shabby due to limited funds.

But after all, true masters hide in plain sight, and it's precisely because these seemingly dirty and chaotic places don't lead people to associate them with safe houses.

This is undoubtedly one of them.

Gu Yun went out and hung up the rather inconspicuous, old, and worn-out lock.

He planned to return to his special channels to obtain the latest information.

This is called "the darkest place is under the lamp." This time, instead of disguising itself as a wind chime, it will appear directly with its original skin.

After all, if a cool and mysterious big shot is just wandering around on the street every day, he will seem worthless, which will lead to a significant drop in the level of anticipation.

This is also part of the scarcity marketing strategy.

Moreover, who could have imagined that they would actually turn back?

Gu Yun was well aware of the principle of "the darkest place is under the lamp".

As everyone knows, boys cannot become magical girls.

"So next, it's Gu Yun's turn."

Then, humming an unknown tune, he swaggered out.

When Gu Yun returned to the vicinity of the alley, he didn't stubbornly head straight into it, but instead took another route.

Anyway, these urban village alleys are interconnected, with lots of branching paths and passageways.

The walls on both sides are covered with posters of various documents for obtaining certificates and unclogging sewers, a place even stray cats would avoid.

Gu Yun suddenly stopped in front of a rusty iron gate that didn't even have a sign.

This is his secret intelligence source, and he absolutely cannot afford to lose it.

"Very good, it seems we are still safe today."

Seeing that there was no Miaomiao sign hanging at the door, Gu Yun breathed a sigh of relief and then pushed the door open with practiced ease.

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding creaking sound, the air, mixed with old paper and a strange, faint fragrance, wafted over.

The store was dimly lit and filled with all sorts of books, their covers colorful and varied, interspersed with many yellowed magazines and handwritten copies.

There was a person sitting behind the counter at that moment.

Even in such a dimly lit environment, he still wrapped himself up completely.