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Black Cripple made a phone call. It seemed to be to an old friend, Tu Fuzi. He was inquiring about the details of the Bao Long Auction when suddenly his voice shot up an octave. "Yang Sha Hulu? Yang Sha Hulu?" Zuo Ci raised an eyebrow. This auction had something interesting!
The gourd, which could also be referred to as Fu Lu, has long been regarded as a treasure for gathering energy and dispelling negative forces in feng shui. Its shape resembles that of heaven and earth, symbolizing the absorption of harmful energy and its transformation into positive energy. Therefore, gourds are believed to be able to resolve various forms of Sha Qi, such as the pressure from overhead beams or sharp angles.
The Yang Sha Hulu is a gathering of yin energy. The Refiner has altered the internal structure of the gourd, inscribing it with spaces like Hu Tian, which can gather yin and nurture Sha. It is a coveted treasure for many Ye Mao Shan practitioners. If one were to raise a little ghost within it, it could even transform into a powerful entity of extreme yin and extreme Sha.
"Old man, that Mo Jin Xiao Wei seems to have something to ask of you; the Yang Sha Hulu is his gift!" Black Cripple said excitedly into the phone. "My friend just told me that if you're willing to show up, he’ll treat you to dinner tonight at the Vienna Hotel to discuss some matters. Are you going?"
Zuo Ci thought for a moment and replied, "Let’s go take a look!" These guys who have been operating underground for years seem to enjoy being elusive and indirect, but they are quite generous when they do decide to act. The Yang Sha Hulu as a gift was far more enticing than a million-dollar commission for Zuo Ci. After all, money can be earned, but Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures depend on luck!
Black Cripple chuckled and asked into the phone, "What time? Eight o'clock tonight? Guan He Hall? Mr. Fang said he’s willing to have a detailed discussion with Boss Hu!"
At the Vienna Hotel, in Guan He Hall.
Dressed in a bright yellow robe, Zuo Ci stood outside the door, holding a bronze-sheathed Nine-section Staff. Black Cripple displayed a smile that was all too fitting for a lackey, carefully opening the door to let Zuo Ci enter first.
When out in the world, appearances mattered. What was Black Cripple? He was Zuo Ci's spokesperson! His role was that of a steward, a servant. To put it bluntly, he was just a lackey. However, being Zuo Ci's lackey didn’t make him shiver in fear.
Inside Guan He Hall, a man dressed in a sharp suit sat confidently in the main seat. He wore a crescent-shaped pendant adorned with golden threads and silver lines on his chest, its color dark and translucent. The moment Zuo Ci appeared, this mysterious pendant began to emit a glowing yellow light.
Zuo Ci took one look and immediately recognized what it was! It was the genuine Mo Jin Fu. According to ancient texts, this Mo Jin Fu was crafted from the sharpest claws of a pangolin, first soaked in wax for seven times seven days. It had to be buried deep underground in the Dragon Tower for eight hundred days to absorb the earth's spiritual energy.
Measuring just over an inch long, it was pitch black and gleaming, incredibly hard, with the words "Mo Jin" engraved on it for protection!
Behind the man stood an elderly figure with a sullen expression, his hair completely white and dressed in a dark cyan Zhongshan Suit. He had his hands tucked into his pockets and regarded Zuo Ci with some skepticism.
Mr. Fang? The man's eyes lit up as he sat up straight. He eagerly stood to make room for Zuo Ci. However, the old man behind him reached out a bony hand and gently pressed it on the man's shoulder, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he said, "Boss Hu, this main seat isn’t one that just any cat or dog can occupy!"
Boss Hu smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at Zuo Ci.
Are they performing a double act?
Black Cripple's expression darkened. These seasoned tunnel rats are quite suspicious! They are testing Zuo Ci!
Black Cripple sneered inwardly, thinking it was a self-inflicted humiliation!
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