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Every time a soldier came out wearing new clothes and carrying old armor, Liu Dabiao could see through the half-open door the strange, unfinished clothes peeking out from inside.

Each time the door opened and closed, it was like a sudden opening, from which a bright halo with a strange luster surged forth. It wasn't dazzling, but it had a magical power that made it impossible to look away, like the clear light emanating from a luminous pearl, soft yet cold, making one's heart itch.

At this moment, his pupils would contract slightly, and his throat would bob. His thin, withered fingers would unconsciously fray the edge of the tent curtain, making the rough, thick fabric rough and frayed. Tiny threads would hang from his fingernails, swaying gently with the trembling of his fingers.

The long fingernails were still embedded with years of black grime, which rubbed against the rough, thick cloth curtain, making an almost inaudible rustling sound.

Outside the tent, the rain was heavy, and the eight silver-white houses looked like objects dropped from another world, gleaming with a cold white light in the gloomy rain.

Rainwater flowed down the walls of the house, forming winding streams that accumulated into shallow puddles at the foot of the house. The silvery-white outline of the house was reflected in the puddles, trembling with each falling raindrop, like a pool filled with shattered moonlight.

The military tents not far away looked small and droopy in the rain, like a group of cowering gray beasts. The rain pounded on the dark tent roofs, making a dull pattering sound, and flowed down the drooping tent ridges, accumulating into puddles of muddy yellow water at the corners.

The water-soaked tent fabric grew even darker, hanging heavily downwards. Occasionally, a gust of wind would sneak in through the gaps, causing the tent fabric to billow and deflate as if it were struggling to breathe.

But those eight houses were completely different! They were so clean they were almost sacred, with not a speck of mud on their silver-white metal walls, and rainwater flowed incessantly over them, as if even dirt could not stay on their surface.

The fear he felt from Lin Ye's strange methods had not yet dissipated, and the image of eight houses falling from the sky and the white light carrying people away was still stuck in his mind like a thorn.

But at this moment, looking at those clothes that seemed to be glowing, the greed in his heart grew wildly like weeds after the rain, its roots deeply penetrating his chest, its leaves so lush that they completely covered up the fear.

Fear seemed to become a distant, indistinct noise, gradually swallowed up by the greed rising from the bottom of my heart.

His tongue unconsciously licked his chapped lips, tasting a metallic, metallic flavor. The scratching of his tongue against the dry, cracked skin sent a sharp, stinging pain through him.

The pain, however, jolted him awake, like a sip of strong liquor, burning from his throat all the way to his stomach, and then along his meridians to his limbs and bones.

These were clothes brought by an immortal. The inner garment looked soft and warm, and the material was unlike any cloth he had ever seen before, with a velvety texture on the surface. Even from this distance, he could almost feel the soft touch and imagine the smoothness as his fingertips sank into it.

And those raincoats... as thin as cicada wings, yet they keep all the rain out. Those idiots stood in the rain for so long, and their clothes underneath didn't get wet at all!

This effect is truly worthy of being called a divine garment! If only I could get a few pieces and sell them...

He'll be rich!

As Liu Dabiao pondered, his breathing gradually quickened, his nostrils flaring as if he could already smell the silver.

The dampness of the rain, the stench of the earth, and the lingering musty smell of the old military tent all mingled together and wafted into his nostrils, but he could only detect the scent of silver, so fresh and strong that it hit him right in the head, making him feel a little dizzy.

He pressed his eyes closer to the curtain slit, his eyeballs almost touching it. His gaze was like that of a starving wild dog, clinging tightly to the neatly piled clothes inside, while a few muffled gurgling sounds escaped his throat.

It was as if what was piled up there was not clothes, but a pile of dazzling gold ingots. Those gold ingots shimmered with an alluring luster in the silvery-white light, one on top of another, piled higher than a person, their golden color almost burning his eyes.

Besides, I worked hard to join the army, so I should get my share of these things!

Liu Dabiao naturally thought, and even considered that he should take a few sets out to sell. A set of clothes should be worth at least several hundred taels, right?

He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips again. The metallic taste melted on his tongue once more, mixed with the dampness of the rain seeping into the tent, turning into an indescribable astringent sensation.

No, this is a celestial treasure; those high-ranking officials and nobles would definitely be scrambling to get it!

He had personally witnessed how the officials in the city would fight tooth and nail for a piece of broken jade, which was just a stone with a little color, yet it was worth thousands of taels of silver.

These immortals' clothes are as light as clouds and as warm as fire. They don't get wet at all when worn. Wouldn't they be throwing silver notes all over the place?

Maybe...maybe one piece could sell for tens of thousands of taels! Ten thousand taels! Enough for him to live a carefree life for half his life!

Those three items would cost 30,000 taels, and five items would cost 50,000 taels... He counted on his fingers, his breathing becoming more and more rapid, his eyes shining frighteningly, and an unnatural flush rising on his thin face.

Fifty thousand taels! Fifty thousand taels! He had never seen so much money in his life, and he never even dared to dream of such a large sum.

Once he got the money, he quit. He'd had enough of this wretched place. They ate pig swill and slept on hard wooden planks. If it weren't for the decent military pay, even the dogs wouldn't come here.

Once the rain stops, he'll find a place where nobody knows him, buy a few shops, and then hire a few young women to serve him. He'll drink tea and listen to music every day. That kind of life... As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Just as he was happily fantasizing about life after he had money, a flash of white light in the sky brought him back to reality.

White light shone through the gaps in the tent curtains, drawing a bright line across his face and dividing his thin, sleazy features into light and shadow. Liu Dabiao was startled and instinctively shrank back.

But he quickly came to his senses. He glanced around and found that everyone's eyes were on the sky. They were all looking up at it intently, their mouths slightly open, as if their souls had been sucked away by the sky.

No one noticed that there were still quite a few clothes in the room, and no one even glanced in that direction.

The soldiers lined up again, and the front of the silver-white houses gradually became empty, standing quietly in the rain. Rainwater gathered on the ground and flowed slowly past the doorways, smoothing out the last few muddy footprints.

Liu Dabiao was secretly overjoyed, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, revealing a smile. The smile came and went quickly; he tried to suppress it and pretend to be nonchalant, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes betrayed his undisguised excitement.

Perfect, that way no one will notice him then.