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Chapter 2685 Collection

"You must be Mr. Ning. It's the first time we meet. I'm sorry for the hospitality. Thank you." The young man greeted Ning Xia gently, and even his tone sounded a bit literary.

I don’t know why, but Ningxia got goosebumps.

How should I put it? It's like a land animal suddenly encountering a flying raptor, a lone herbivore on the grassland seeing a hyena, or a person who has been stabbed before will have PTSD when seeing anything like a controlled knife. What is PTSD? Why is it so familiar?

Ningxia always felt that something was wrong with her brain, and she had forgotten a lot of things. But every time she was about to break through that layer and regain her memory, the various thoughts accumulated in her brain would shatter like bubbles and disappear with a "bang".

However, her mind was in a state of confusion and her negotiations with the other party did not stop.

Apart from the strange feeling when they first met, there were no major problems with the other party's words, actions and attitude. He politely asked her if she was interested in the exhibits in the outer hall, or if there were any special and hard-to-find materials, he could also give her some guidance and introduction.

"I wonder where my companions who came with me are?" Ningxia did not immediately agree with him, but asked instead.

The other party was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting her to ask this. However, the businessman was also quick to react, and immediately smiled and replied: "You mean Mr. Die? A new batch of rare spiritual medicines from the south has just arrived in the store. I have sent another attendant who is proficient in pharmacology to accompany you. I wonder if you would like to take a detour?"

Well, although the other party said it very tactfully, the fact is that the guy couldn't walk when he saw a pile of rare spiritual medicines, and he probably forgot about her outside. It was probably after looking at her for a long time that he remembered that she was left in the outer hall, and the shopkeeper hurried out to greet her in person.

What else did Ningxia want to ask? The voice of someone who was probably closer in the inner hall came over: "Fufeng, just follow the shopkeeper and take a look. Don't worry. If you have any questions, just ask the shopkeeper. I'll meet you again after a while. By the way, that plant over there, can you bring it closer so I can take a look? Don't worry, I'll be very careful and won't damage it."

Ningxia: Uh, this guy.

The female cultivator rubbed her forehead with a headache, but she was not too angry. Because that guy was always like this, obsessed with studying medical skills and medical principles, to the point where he would not even enter his home, and would probably go to retrieve medical books and elixirs first if there was a fire. He probably forgot about the elixirs outside because he saw the elixirs he liked.

It would probably take some time for the other party to say so. If she went there now, she would have to listen to him asking questions like "Do you want to buy this? Do you want to buy that? What do you think of this? Should I buy this or that?" She would rather follow the shopkeeper to see the goods in the store. After all, this was the purpose of her coming here. She finally got down the mountain.

The female cultivator nodded slightly: "Thank you for your help."

However, when the other party asked her with a smile if she was interested in the things in the outer hall?

Ningxia couldn't help but show a dead look. Yes, how could there not be? Just look at the things on the antique shelf in the outer hall, every one of them is a fine product, there is not a single ordinary thing.

She didn't even need to ask to know that the price of these things would be quite high, the kind that would make her heart ache just by hearing it. It's not that she wasn't tempted, it's that she couldn't afford it. This guy really thinks highly of her.

The other party probably saw that she was not short of money, but she was definitely not the kind of rich woman who would spend money lavishly. He smiled and said, "This front hall is mostly used for display, but guests actually go to the east and west halls to choose products."

So this is the shopkeeper's seal, and this place is just for show. In fact, few customers really buy things here.

Yes, even with her low level of Taoism, she could see that there were all kinds of priceless and precious spiritual objects here, and these things were easily worth tens of thousands of high-level spiritual stones. Yanfei City was just a small place, and few people who came here could afford these things. Ningxia swore that this pile of things might not be sold for a whole year, let alone a month.

But this store is located in such a good location, and the interior and exterior decoration are very unique. It is impossible to use it as a place for personal enjoyment. These things are probably just for show, to show the strength of this store. But she was lucky to see so many good things at once.

Ningxia thought to herself, and the other party seemed to want to talk. She slightly turned sideways and stretched out her hand to touch the side of the antique shelf: "Although this arrangement is a bit risky, this is also my father's last wish."

".Leave him alive and you can do whatever you want with all my things. Just leave him alive and drive him away wherever you want."

Ningxia was a little confused. Isn't this too out of line? Why did they suddenly jump from the arrangement to his father's last wish? And wouldn't this direction of discussion be a bit weird? Actually, she didn't want to be unaware of this.

'You. Beast. Don't.'

'.That's you. Brother you can't.'

'.I beg you to let him go. He knows nothing.'

However, the other party seemed not to hear Ningxia's thoughts and continued: "He loved treasures the most when he was alive, all kinds of them..." The young man spoke in a low voice, his fingertips lightly brushed across a glass cover on the antique shelf, as if he was lost in thought.

Blood, everywhere you look is the ominous bright red, the smell of blood mixed with the wailing cries of resentful souls is overwhelming.

"Of course I will keep it for him."

The fresh and beautiful faces were intact, but the limbs below the neck were twisted in postures that were impossible for the human body structure. Rivers of blood soaked into the snow-white skin, forming chilling "flowers".

Not far away was a pile of indistinguishable debris, with some extremely tiny pieces that could barely be seen as pieces of clothing dripping out, creating a large area of ​​turbid red. Dozens of broken jade crowns were tied together and thrown on the ground at random.

Ningxia had a strong feeling that the other party was hinting at something, and the strange feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger. But she couldn't tell where this inexplicable alarm came from.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I suddenly remembered some past events, which took up quite a bit of your time. I'll take you to the east hall first. The hermit is in the west hall opposite. The two places are not far from each other, so it will be convenient for you two to meet." The other party seemed to have just realized that his inappropriate topic had neglected the guest, and he quickly changed the subject apologetically.

It is human nature to miss one's deceased father. Ningxia naturally had no objection. Seeing that the other party did not continue the embarrassing private topic, she naturally followed the other party into the inner hall.

"I haven't asked the shopkeeper what his name is yet?"

The tall figure suddenly stopped, and the other person slightly tilted his head, just blocking the sunlight, half of his face cast a small shadow, covering his expression. The other person seemed to smile slightly: "My last name is Jiang, you can call me whatever you want."

I don’t know why, but the appearance of this monk named Jiang always carries a bit of a ghostly vibe.