The protagonists of the heavens start from Utan City

Chapter 89
Along the way, Xiao Yan feasted his eyes, smacked his lips, and looked up at the yellow city that could already see the specific scale. Above the city gate, there were two huge light red characters carved on the city wall. , Looking from a distance, it turned out to have a faint bloody feeling.

"Mocheng..." After whispering, Xiao Yan smiled and walked slowly towards the gate of the city.

At the gate of the city, more than a dozen soldiers in armor were holding long guns and yelling at the passers-by entering the city to pay the city entrance tax.

Perhaps because of the scorching hot weather, the soldiers guarding here were also a little irritable by the irritable weather. There were unceremonious shouts and curses, and they kept urging the passers-by at the city gate.

Walking towards the gate of the city, Xiao Yan frowned slightly when he heard the shouts and curses from those soldiers, shook his head, and then walked straight into the city.

In the Jia Ma Empire, pharmacists were almost treated like nobles. These city gates were exempted from paying entry fees everywhere.

Although it is impossible for a pharmacist to care about such a small amount of money, all pharmacists benefit from this face.

"Hey, kid! I didn't see that there is a payment here..." Looking at Xiao Yan who was walking straight into the city as if there was no one else around, a soldier stared at him. Just caught a glimpse of Xiao Yan's extremely delicate alchemist robe.

Immediately, the cursing was swallowed hard, and it turned into a flattering smile like a face-changing face: "My lord, are you going to the city?"

"En." Without stopping, Xiao Yan walked towards the soldier slowly, glanced at him lightly, and then walked towards the city on his own.

"Gu..." Seeing that Xiao Yan ignored his previous offence, a look of gratitude appeared on the soldier's face.Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he quickly turned around and shouted respectfully, "My lord, the snake people in the Great Tagore Desert have been a little restless recently. If you want to go out of the city, you have to be careful."

Walking slowly, Xiao Yan nodded slightly upon receiving this unexpected news, and then his figure slowly disappeared into the darkness in the passageway of the city wall.

"Damn it, it's almost over. If the superiors know that I offended a second-grade pharmacist, they won't throw me out to feed the dogs."

Looking at Xiao Yan's disappearing back, the soldier finally took a deep breath, wiped off his cold sweat, and returned to his post again, but perhaps because of the previous fright, he also restrained a lot of anger now, He didn't dare to yell and curse at the passers-by entering the city indiscriminately.

Slowly walking out of the somewhat dim city gate, his eyes lighted up slightly, and the urban buildings with unique desert characteristics appeared in his field of vision. The strange-looking houses and buildings opened Xiao Yan's eyes a little.

Looking at the bustling crowd on the street, Xiao Yan pulled a passer-by and asked where the "Gutu" shop was.

Fortunately, Xiao Yan had read Doupa's original work hundreds of times in his previous life, and he had memorized it by heart. Therefore, he still remembered the name of the map shop opened by Hai Bodong.

The passer-by who was held back by Xiao Yan had a slightly impatient expression at first, but when he saw the alchemist badge on Xiao Yan's chest, he restrained his impatience and pointed out the location of the shop very politely to Xiao Yan. When thanking him for his farewell, this person also eagerly explained the approximate price of the map.

After thanking the passerby, Xiao Yan lightly touched the alchemist badge on his chest with his palm, sighed slightly and shook his head, he had to say.This identity is really useful.

Not long after, the map shop named "Gutu" appeared within Xiao Yan's sight.

Walking into the shop slowly, the interior of the shop is not too spacious, the faint light of the two moonstones illuminates the shop quite brightly, and the eyes sweep over the interior of the shop, there are not many people who come to buy maps inside, it is deserted look like.

Xiao Yan glanced at it, and finally stopped on an old man behind the counter who was carefully making a map with his head down.

This old man is obviously quite old, but although his hair is covered with white hair, the withered palm holding the drawing black pen is still strong and firm.

This person should be the Ice Emperor Haibodong.

Without making a sound to disturb, Xiao Yan scanned the large number of maps on the counter, closed his eyes slightly, recalled the original work again, and walked to a simple wooden shelf in the corner of the shop.

This wooden frame is obviously quite old, and it is full of rotten wood holes. On it, some yellowed maps are randomly piled up. Looking at some broken traces on the surface of these maps, it seems that they are failures in making maps. .

The palm of the hand casually flipped through these yellowed maps, and a faint musty smell came to the face.

Xiao Yan didn't care either, his eyes were focused, and the true pupil of yin and yang opened. He quickly picked up a stack of failed works, his palm trembled slightly, and a broken picture that was only the size of a palm fell from the stack of failed works. down.

Xiao Yan's left hand.Then he copied it from mid-air, and took this broken picture into his palm.

Looking at the mysterious routes on the yellowed picture, Xiao Yan also let out a long sigh of relief.

It seems that it is not a day or two for Hai Bodong to put this remnant map in this failed map work.

A few days earlier and a few days later, it doesn't make any difference.

At this time, the white old man in the shop finally finished the work in hand, but he still didn't look up, and the old voice echoed in the room flatly.

"Are you going to buy a map of the Great Tagore Desert?"

Hearing the old man's inquiry, Xiao Yan turned around, walked slowly to the counter, nodded with a smile, and said politely: "Old man, can you give me the most accurate and detailed desert map?"

"The things are on the counter, choose by yourself." The old man didn't mean to stand up and introduce, but just said indifferently, this appearance is extremely unlike a businessman.

"No hurry," Xiao Yan held up the ancient map fragment in his hand, and asked softly, "Mr., do you still have this kind of map fragment here?"

Hearing Xiao Yan's question, the old man who was concentrating on drawing the map trembled imperceptibly.

There was a slight deviation in the carefully drawn route.

Frowning slightly, the old man finally raised his head slowly, his gaze swept over the broken map in Xiao Yan's hand, but an inexplicable meaning flashed across his cloudy old eyes.

Looking at the old face, Xiao Yan was also stunned. Although the old man's eyes were quite peaceful, a scar on his face still gave him a hint of viciousness.

Face-to-face with a real person is somewhat different from a simple text description.

(End of this chapter)