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Huang Tianyou asked: "What is the price of Minglou's shot, and what is the reward price?"
The gloomy woman pondered for a moment and said, "If my Minglou takes action, the bounty will be five thousand. As long as Ye Changkong is alive, the mission will not end. My Minglou's assassination success rate in Cangyan Country is more than 90%. You should understand."
"Only five
Thousand Spirit Stones? "
Huang Tianyou was stunned when he heard the price, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
Ye Changkong's life is actually so worthless.
Even if Minglou took action personally, it would only cost him 5,000 spirit stones.
Huang Tianyou cares about everything except spirit stones.
His uncle sent him here and gave him a full 50,000 spirit stones when he left!
It’s enough to buy Ye Changkong’s lives twice.
However, just as he had this thought, he heard the cold and disdainful voice of a woman: "I'm talking about the middle-grade spirit stone."
"Mid-grade spiritual stone!"
Huang Tianyou's expression froze, and he looked extremely embarrassed: "To kill Ye Changkong, you actually need five thousand middle-grade spirit stones?!"
If this wasn't the Dark Tower, he would even suspect that he had heard it wrong.
Spirit stones are the common currency among warriors and are divided into three grades: low, medium, and high.
The conversion unit for each grade is one hundred, five thousand middle-grade spirit stones. If converted into low-grade spirit stones...
This means that if you want to ask someone from Minglou to take action, you need to pay 500,000 low-grade spirit stones!
Even if the Huang family wanted to take it all out in one go, it would be very painful.
"What if it's a bounty?" Huang Tianyou took a deep breath. He thought the price at Minglou was reasonable just now, but in a flash, he felt that Minglou was incredibly shady.
"If you offer a bounty, it will be much cheaper. Currently, it only costs 500 mid-grade spirit stones." The cold woman said indifferently, "However, as the target's intelligence changes, the bounty price will be adjusted every month."
This intelligence change refers to the difficulty level of assassinations, and the rating will be replaced every month.
The higher the difficulty, the higher the price will naturally be.
"Five hundred middle-grade spirit stones, which is fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones."
"Is it that difficult to kill Ye Changkong? Why is the price so high?"
Huang Tianyou's expression became even uglier, and the success rate of the bounty mission was much lower than that of the Netherworld Tower, and it was only barely half of that.
It’s not that there aren’t powerful bounty killers, but for truly powerful bounty killers, if the price is too low, they are simply unwilling to take the job.
"No reason. If Young Master Huang doesn't want to, you can kill him yourself." The cold woman glanced at Huang Tianyou frivolously.
Seeing Huang Tianyou's ugly expression, she knew that this business deal might be as unsuccessful as the other party's surname.
Huang Tianyou's face was extremely gloomy. His uncle had only given him 50,000 low-grade spirit stones in total.
These spirit stones were all his possessions, and he had to take them out before he could even warm up to them. He was really reluctant to do so.
God knows when the anger of Qingyun Sect will subside, and how long he will have to wander outside before he can return to the Huang family.
In the Huang family's side branch, food and drink were not a problem, but for him who was used to squandering, if he had no spirit stones on him, life would be a torment for him.
After a mental struggle, Huang Tianyou gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "Okay, I promise you!"
It is enough to see how deep his hatred for Ye Changkong is and how strong his murderous intent is.
"You know the rules of Minglou. No credit is allowed."
"If the bounty target is still alive after one month and the bounty price has increased, we will have someone notify you. If you want to continue the bounty, you must replenish the spirit stones. If you don't, your bounty mission will be cancelled."
The gloomy woman was a little surprised that Huang Tianyou agreed, but she didn't say much, just told him the rules.
After she finished speaking, Huang Tianyou nodded to show that he understood, and then took out the spirit stone from the storage ring.
Seeing those spirit stones in the hands of the other party, Huang Tianyou was so heartbroken that he bled.
Killing Ye Changkong actually requires such a huge price.
Huang Tianyou heaved a sigh of relief only after leaving the Underworld Tower. The feeling of staying in the Underworld Tower made him feel very depressed.
Especially when facing that gloomy woman, the coldness she exuded made the hairs on his body stand up.
Breathing in the fresh air, thinking that Ye Changkong, whom he hated so much, would soon become a dead man, his mood also improved a lot: "You have hurt me so badly that I can't even return to my family. I wonder how long you can live!"
Chapter 120: Battle against Cixian! Demon Xu Luo returns again!
On the fourteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, in the presence of many people, the village chief led an excavator to overturn the temple that had stood for many years.
The temple had already fallen into disrepair after many years and would collapse with a slight push. Everyone worked together, using shovels and brooms to build the new temple before the Chinese New Year.
The beams of the old adobe house were corroded by insects, not to mention the windows and doors. Most people in the village suggested that they just use a bulldozer to push the house away to fill the potholes.
Only a few old ladies insisted on opposing, among them was Grandma Zhuer. They brought their small stools and waited for the dust to settle.
The rotten wood that is worthless in the eyes of others is a sacred object in the hearts of the elderly. They are worth a lot to the goddess. Even after retirement, they still wear the magic ring and take it home to display, which is also blessed by the gods.
So everyone had to wait patiently. It was New Year's Day and everyone had plenty of time anyway.
We simply set up a stall in front of the temple and started playing cards.
Seeing that the situation would not be resolved in a short time, most of the women in the village went back home.
Xiangmei brushed off the dust on her body as she entered the house. "Oh, it collapsed after just one poke. That house is really dangerous. How dare that beggar live there?"
Shui Zhouyao didn't leave. She was curled up on the sofa, absent-mindedly watching TV. When she saw her mother come in, she quickly stood up and asked, "Did he step on her?"
"It's not collapsed," she changed into her cotton shoes between the eaves, "Why don't you go and see, it's quite lively."
She turned her face away and said, "What's so good about it?"
Xiangmei glanced at her and thought, I don’t know you yet, you are probably afraid of being reminded of the past.
"The rice is in the pot, have you eaten it?"
Shui Zhouyao hummed as a reply. She was watching a variety show, but she wasn't really paying attention. Everyone in the family was laughing, and she grinned along with them. "Is everything cleaned up?" she asked again after a while.
Xiangmei changed her coat and sat on the sofa, and started to make tea. "What are you cleaning? A few old ladies stopped me from doing it. They insisted on picking up some broken wood. Isn't that infuriating?"
"Hmm." The wood can be used for burning, window frames, door panels, beams, etc. "Is it enough for a few old ladies?"
Xiangmei sneered and said, "If you hadn't told me I would have forgotten and I shouldn't have come back. Looking at the time, we should have started fighting by now."
She hurriedly changed her clothes and ran out without even drinking her tea.
Shui Zhouyao was stunned for a moment, then immediately shouted, "Wait for me, I'm going too." He picked up the down jacket next to him and chased after him.
The two of them chatted and laughed until they reached the east of the village, where they happened to meet Qin Xin who was rushing back. "Why are you going back? Are you done?"
Qin Xin put her hands in her pockets and said, "Hey, it's dusty and there are so many people. They're all fighting. It's a mess. Don't go there now."
"A fight broke out?" Xiangmei's eyes lit up. "Who's fighting?"
"Who else could it be? Those old ladies. They're not stupid. They all want that beam. They say they'll take it home and worship it. That's all bullshit. They'll definitely chop it up and use it for firewood."
"I'll go take a look." Xiangmei said as she walked forward.
Shui Zhouyao was about to follow when Qin Xin called out to him, "Yao Nizi, come here."
She had no choice but to turn around and ask, "What's wrong, Auntie?"
"I have canned yellow peaches at home. Don't you like them the most? Come on, I'll take them for you."
She was embarrassed, "But..."
Qin Xin pulled out a hand
Pulling her, "Oh, people are falling down, what's there to see, let's go to my house."
I was dragged to Qin Xin's house. Her house was quiet and empty. I guess everyone had gone to the temple.
After entering the house, Qin Xin was not in a hurry to change her shoes. She took off her coat first, and like a magician, she pulled out a roll of paper from her sleeve, "Nizi, come and see what treasure Auntie has picked up."
Shui Zhouyao suddenly realized, "Picked it up from the temple?"
She walked forward and opened the roll of paper, and it turned out to be a series of paintings sewn together. The paintings seemed to be of a rabbit and a wolf?
Qin Xin also leaned over to look at it carefully. The more she looked, the more she frowned. She couldn't help but sigh, "What is this? I thought I saw some treasure, but it's just a comic book for children."
When she found it in the ruins, it was dusty and she thought it was some precious calligraphy or painting. After all, everyone knew that Li Zian was once a big landlord, so she thought it was a treasure he had hidden.
Looking at this paper, which is only from the past two years, the rabbit drawn on it always feels weird. You say it is a rabbit, but it looks a bit like a human.
In Qin Xin's impression, precious calligraphy and paintings are all about landscapes, which most people cannot understand. But the one in front of her is understandable to everyone. It is obviously the comic book that her youngest son reads.
"Damn it, I bet on the wrong horse."
Once she confirmed that it had nothing to do with the baby, her nervousness disappeared immediately, and she changed her shoes and did what she was supposed to do.
He left Shui Zhou to turn the pages with great interest, just looking at the fun, "Auntie, if you don't want it, give it to me."
Qin Xin was rummaging through the cans. "Take it if you like. My child doesn't like stories about wolves and rabbits."
She happily rolled it up and put it into her sleeve, wondering who it belonged to. Perhaps it belonged to a child who was learning to paint and forgot the painting album in the temple, and it was buried under the ruins.
Fortunately, Qin Xin is a money-grubber and found it secretly, otherwise it would have been buried with the ruins.
She ate the canned food, drank some tea, and chatted with Qin Xin for a while. It was almost time for lunch, so she stood up and said, "I have to go, or I'll have to stay here for lunch."
Qin Xin laughed out loud, "I dare not keep you here. We are having a good meal today, and there is no place for you."
"Oh, to be honest, my grandma is making beef dumplings for lunch today. Haha, I can't stay even if you ask me to."
"Let's go, let's go." Qin Xin urged her with a smile, "I'll go to your grandma's house to eat dumplings some other day, and ask her to save some for me."
"Come on."
She walked out of the door happily, "Auntie, you can go back. You can come every day, so you don't need to see me off."
Qin Xin stood at the door and said, "You still have to be polite. Let's go back."
Shui Zhouyao hummed a song as he went straight to grandma's house. As soon as he entered the yard, he smelled the aroma of meat. "Grandma, didn't you go to see the fun?"
"Your grandfather went, but I didn't." Caiyun looked at the round dumplings in the room and stood up contentedly. "You really came to see me finish making them, didn't you?"
She then laughed and said, "You think my bag is ugly."