Papa Paladin

Chapter 263 Unexpected Harvest (23)

After solving the taxi robbers, Zuo Yi actually gained ten faith points.

This shows that it is not the first time that the other party has robbed with a gun, and the blood of innocent people must be on his hands.

In fact, when the taxi driver changed his driving route, Zuo Yi knew that he had malicious intentions.

So this ending is doomed.

After coming out of the secluded alley, Zuo Yi was not in a hurry to return to the main road. He walked slowly and unhurriedly, as if walking in a garden, shuttling through this messy slum.

Many local residents looked at Zuo Yi with curiosity or surprise, unable to figure out why a foreigner would come here without a camera, unlike ordinary tourists or news photographers.

Many idlers squatting in the corner, smoking and chatting, stared at Zuo Yi with malicious intent, eager to make a move.

But when they met Zuo Yi's eyes, they all felt inexplicable fear and retreated back tremblingly.

"Yeah, ah, ah..."

In front of the entrance of an alley, a thin old woman sat on the ground and stretched out a dead branch-like hand to Zuo Yi, saying something "Yeah!"

She held a two or three-year-old girl in her arms, and her eyes were full of prayers when she looked at Zuo Yi.

Zuo Yi stopped in his tracks.

He squatted down in front of the old woman, reached out and touched the forehead of the sleeping little girl, only to find that she was suffering from a high fever, her lips were chapped, her complexion was very bad, and her body temperature was at least 39°C. The situation was very serious!

Such a situation should have been sent to the hospital long ago, but the old woman could only hold her in her arms and seek mercy from the passers-by.

"Awuda so Lakada..."

The old woman clasped her hands together, her eyes filled with tears.

Although he couldn't understand her language, Zuo Yi could fully understand what she wanted to express.

Sighing secretly, Zuo Yi took out a bottle of healing medicine from the space ring, uncorked the bottle and brought it to the little girl's mouth, and fed her half of the bottle.

Zuo Yi put the remaining half bottle in the old woman's hand and motioned her to drink it.

The old woman's physical condition is also bad, and if she doesn't get timely treatment, she won't live long.

The old woman holding the medicine bottle was stunned.

She hesitated for a moment, but followed Zuo Yi's instructions and drank the remaining half bottle of potion.

Little did he know that the bottle of potion he and his granddaughter just drank was worth 200 million yuan!

The medicine took effect quickly, and the little girl's body temperature returned to normal in an instant, and her complexion was no longer gloomy. With a low groan, she opened her eyes and woke up.

The old woman was very pleasantly surprised. She hugged her granddaughter tightly and put her cheek against her. Tears of joy flowed down her shriveled cheeks.

When she wanted to express her gratitude to Zuo Yi, she found that Zuo Yi had disappeared.

And in her hand, she didn't know when a roll of banknotes was stuffed!

...

Walking through the long alley, the front suddenly opened up, and what appeared in front of Zuo Yi was an open-air market.

The market is very lively, full of people setting up stalls and shopping, most of them are local aborigines, and there are also some curious tourists among them.

It was not dark yet, Zuo Yi wandered around the market with great interest.

He stopped in front of a stall selling handmade wood carvings, pointed to a wood carving and asked, "How much is this?"

The palm-sized wooden carving is carved into a lifelike cute puppy, and its material is similar to ebony.

Bao'er should like it.

A sly look flashed in the young stall owner's eyes, and he raised a finger.

Zuo Yi smiled, and took out a ten-yuan note from his pocket: "I bought it."

He is very clear about the tricks played by the stall owner.

Seeing the banknotes Zuo Yi put on the booth, the stall owner's eyes widened and he said in English hastily, "One hundred, this one has to be sold for one hundred Xia yuan, and if you don't sell it for ten yuan, don't sell it!"

"make a deal."

Without even thinking about it, Zuo Yi took out another hundred-yuan bill and threw it down, and brought the puppy wood carving over.

As far as its exquisite carving is concerned, one hundred yuan is already a great value for money, and its texture is a bit special, it doesn't feel like ordinary wood, maybe there is something mysterious about it.

Zuo Yi is not an appraiser, he judges entirely by intuition. Anyway, if you buy a hundred yuan, you can't lose money or be fooled.

But if he offered a price of one hundred yuan just now, the stall owner would definitely say that the goods are worth one thousand yuan!

Zuo Yi is very experienced in dealing with such cunning and deceitful people.

Now one hundred yuan is a solid deal.

After getting the wood carving, Zuo Yi got up and left without the slightest nostalgia, not even the ten yuan just now.

The stall owner was a little dumbfounded.

His intuition told him that he might have lost money on this business, and the loss was huge, and he might ask Zuo Yi for a thousand.

Or ten thousand?

But when he wanted to go back and chase Zuo Yi back, Zuo Yi's figure had disappeared into the bustling crowd.

When Zuo Yi finished shopping in the big market until it was dark, he had five or six interesting gadgets in his hands.

It can also be regarded as an unexpected harvest.

When night fell, he quietly left the market.

A few minutes later, Zuo Yi appeared on the roof of a nearby ten-story building.

At this time, Thyssen City was already full of lights, and Zuo Yi easily found the Dorsett Hotel where he was staying. Its huge neon signboard was very eye-catching.

But the place with the most brilliant lights is not in the urban area of ​​Thyssen, but the Witch Temple on Mount Longe.

The beams of colorful spotlights shot straight into the sky, setting off the huge temple complex in an incomparably spectacular way. I don’t know how much money wasted by the people to create such an atmosphere!

90% of the citizens of Leni Country believe in witch gods. The witch gods are divided into big witch gods and small witch gods. The big witch god is the only righteous god. The history of indigenous people's belief has lasted for thousands of years.

The little witch gods are those powerful head-down masters. The head-down masters consider themselves the servants of the great witch gods, and they also call themselves witch gods to the outside world, and then accept the worship and worship of believers.

The place where the witch gods live is the witch god temple. The establishment of a witch god temple often requires manpower and material resources of a province. It takes countless money and decades to complete the construction. I don’t know how many people’s bones are buried below. .

But all believers believe that without the protection of the witch god and the witch temple, they cannot survive.

The witch temple that Zuo Yi saw belonged to Ayuluo, the head master. Ayuluo was the master of Bai Nali and the patron saint enshrined by Baitney, the governor of Lanta Province.

Zuo Yi still doesn't know whether Ayuluo is the last culprit he traced, but the answer will be revealed soon.

Gazing at the Wushen Temple in the distance for the last time, Zuo Yi jumped down from the tall building, and his figure was quickly engulfed in darkness.

With the cover of night, he quickly approached the Witch Temple on Mount Longe!

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