Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

"...If one is not burdened by physical form, then the Great Luo Heaven is right before one's eyes."

Su Mu finished reading, but Huo Xian'er in front of him hesitated to put down her pen, so he read it again.

Before Huo Xian'er could react...

The shop owner's gaze towards Su Mu shifted several times: "What is the purpose of this couplet?"

Su Mu: "The shop's main entrance."

The shop owner was taken aback: "What an arrogant couplet! What do you sell in your shop?"

Su Mu: "Talismans and elixirs."

The boss muttered to himself, "If a person isn't bound by physical form, then what lies before them is the Great Luo Heaven. Aren't you afraid the Taoist priests will see you and kill you?"

Huo Xian'er raised her eyebrows, the reason she didn't write anything down was because she felt that what Su Mu had said was somewhat inappropriate.

That's incredibly arrogant and overbearing.

It's just a fraudulent shop selling talismans and pills.

To say something like that is truly disrespectful to the spirits.

Putting aside other things.

If Qi Tiezui saw this couplet hanging next door every morning, and could see it just by looking up, he probably wouldn't have a single good morning.

Those who cultivate the Tao have the utmost respect for ghosts and spirits.

Su Mu asked in confusion, "Even if I pay more, they still won't write it?"

Shop owner: "No way! Just pay more! Write it down! Miss, if you won't write it, I'll write it myself!"

Huo Xian'er sighed, and finally put down her pen.

This is the couplet on the door of Su Mu's shop. It was the couplet for his first shop and the first time he opened a business.

Who else but her could write these characters?

……

Old Tea Street.

The busy tomb raiders, wiping the sweat from their brows, reported the approximate prices of various items to Partridge Whistle, who was currently in charge of the shop.

"We need a lintel and a plaque inside. I got a discount from him, and he said he'd give us ten palm-sized wooden plaques for free, and he could also have those ten small wooden plaques carved for free. The price is..."

"I contacted some familiar carpenters; they can come and start work anytime. They know this place, and they said the work will take about two days. Excluding lunch, the price will be around this..."

"These tables and chairs are probably no longer needed. I've already contacted a buyer who will be coming to take a look in a bit. I should be able to make some money back."

"..."

Partridge Whistle weighed the money pouch in his hand, while Hua Ling was taking notes beside him. The old foreigner had just finished cleaning the first floor with the tomb raiders downstairs.

Huo Xian'er came to find Su Mu, and the two of them went out together, but they have been missing for most of the day.

Except for the store name, which Su Mu needs to decide, everything else is ready.

Before leaving, Su Mu said that he didn't have a general idea of ​​what the shop was going to be built, and asked Partridge Whistle and the others to take care of it.

Partridge Whistle took out the money needed for each person: "Hua Ling, write it all down. When Brother Su comes back and looks at the ledger, don't try anything funny. Money is not important to Su Mu or me, but if you cheat, be careful..."

"Oh dear, how could we dare? We'll all be relying on Master Su for our livelihood from now on, so don't worry, Senior Partridge Whistle."

"Alright, everyone who needs money, come over here and tell us how much money you need for the work you've been assigned."

"..."

A busy day, time flies by.

Before we knew it, it was getting dark again.

As dusk fell.

After the old man led everyone to the next street to buy some food to take away, they all came back together, moved stools to sit on, or casually sat on the ground to start eating dinner.

Because Su Mu had not returned for a long time, renovations on the first floor of the shop had already begun.

The carpenters, with their tools, were constantly disassembling and assembling the corresponding wooden strips and planks.

Holding a bowl full of food and rice, Partridge Whistle stood nearby, constantly directing the craftsmen on the specific layout of the shop construction.

Zhang Qishan's residence, located in the city center.

As night fell, a small team of ten people, dressed in civilian clothes, emerged.

Each of them had a pistol and a sharp long knife tucked into their waistband. Dressed in fine clothes, they rushed towards their destination, the old tea street.

"We're almost there, brothers, remember this: don't let a single one escape! I'll repeat myself: if the Buddha and his adjutant find out we embezzled this money, they'll uncover our past acts of illicit enrichment. At that point, I don't need to say more; you all know what will happen to you!"

"A well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a starving man. I truly admire Buddha and his adjutant; they're so rich, yet they don't squander it, they don't patronize brothels or keep women. We brothers are different. Sigh, I should have chopped that thing down there off! Damn it!"

"You just came from a woman, didn't you? What, now that you're done, you dare say that? Do you know you've let down Master Buddha and the adjutant who came out of the Zhang family with you?"

"After this is over, we won't be greedy anymore, so as not to get caught. Don't hold back, guys."

"..."

Old Tea Street.

As daylight gradually fades into darkness.

The number of tea drinkers became sparse.

Most of the wealthy have moved to places of extravagance and debauchery.

Those who had no money went home as night fell.

Drinking tea and chatting doesn't cost much, but you can never get enough tea, especially in these difficult times, and restaurants outside are so expensive.

"We're still busy, guys. Good luck with your business! Bye everyone!"

Qi Tiezui wasn't inside the gang; he was still outside dealing with the strange events happening in the city. After receiving the news from outside, the shop assistants who were helping him closed the gang and quickly left the old street with their companions.

Qi Tiezui's men had just left the old tea street when they encountered ten people dressed in fine clothes walking in the dark ahead of them.

The leader gestured with his lip toward the other person.

Qi Tiezui's henchman, yawning, nodded: "Everyone is here, but we don't know if their boss has returned yet, or if he's on the second floor. Thank you all for your hard work, sirs."

"Get out of here," the leader hissed.

"Alright, we're off now." The man laughed, leading his companion away in a jog, already imagining the bloody scene that was about to unfold.

Of all the Nine Gates, Zhang Qishan's personal guards are the most formidable, capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

Moreover, they were equipped with firearms that ordinary people could not possess.

"Apart from that shop, all the other shops have received the message we sent out. Once we go in, they will take action as soon as I fire my gun."

"Fearing they might hide inside the shops and delay the patrol's arrival, we first shot and killed those on the outer perimeter, then charged in with knives and slaughtered everyone we saw!"

The lead guard drew his sidearm and silently entered the old tea street.

The shops and teahouses on both sides of the old tea street all closed at sunset today, turning off their lights and closing their windows.

"Why hasn't Master Su returned so late? Could it be that Miss Huo stayed overnight?"

While Su Mu was away, the bearded man made lewd jokes with his companions.

They only dared to say random things; they were hesitant to actually comment on Miss Huo.

They won't be able to get past Su Mu.

After all, who knows if Su Mu, who seems like a celestial being descended to earth, will still possess the ability to read minds?

With that thought in mind, everyone continued eating their food.

boom!

The bullet, whirling through the air, struck the bearded man behind him squarely on the back of the head, who hadn't noticed what was happening.

Clang—

A screeching sound, accompanied by sparks flying everywhere.

"What is it?"

The golden light of the protective spell surrounding the bearded man quickly dissipated, and without noticing, he reached back and picked the bullet, which had already stopped spinning, into his palm.

In the distance, the guards at the street corner stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape as if they had seen a ghost, their faces covered by veils.

Actually, Su Mu was originally trying to scam the bearded uncle and his group.

The protective golden light mantra does not have a specific time to dissipate; it only exists in whether it is effective.

It will only disappear completely after it takes effect.

That's why we're seeing this scene now.

Furthermore, the Golden Blade Spell works the same way...