Chapter 502 Magic Sound

"You know that?"

Li Ang glared and took out various sundries from the void with his palms and placed them on the table.

What clothes drying rack, meat hook, black kitchen garbage bag, disposable rubber gloves, 84 disinfectant, dental floss pick, red wine.

There is even a loudspeaker commonly used by street vendors - if electronic products were not banned in the script world, it would shout "Nine dollars, nine dollars for the whole audience. If you can't buy it for nine dollars, you will suffer a loss. For nine dollars, you will suffer." Don’t be fooled” slogan.

Considering that anything could happen in the script world, Li Ang actually put half of a nine-dollar cheap goods store in an automated pet breeding box with a huge storage space, just in case of emergency.

"Should I praise you as Tinkerbell with four-dimensional underwear?"

Wanli Fengdao's eyes twitched, and he glanced at the bottle of red wine with an English label. Dan Tingju complained tightly: "Let's not talk about anything else, how can this red wine cost ninety-nine yuan?"

"Why not? The cost of many goods in the real world is ridiculously low,"

Li Ang said casually: "Of course, the ninety-nine yuan is for pigment blending. The cost of a better wine is thirty or forty, and you can buy it online for two hundred and fifty."

One unscrupulous way to make quick money is to take boxes of cheap bottled wine from factories in the urban-rural fringe area, pay some money at the mall, and set up a temporary stall for promotion, writing the original price at two hundred and ninety-nine and the discounted current price at ninety-nine. He is not afraid of people, dares to shout, and commits crimes in several shopping malls. If he is lucky, he can make tens of thousands of net profits in one day, and he can earn the down payment in two months. "

"Also, is there still such an operation?"

Wanli Fengdao was dumbfounded when he heard this, but he immediately reacted and looked at Li Ang with a twinkling look.

Li Ang waved his hand: "Don't look at me, I will never do anything to benefit myself at the expense of others or to harm others."

Hehe, hehe.

Wanli Fengdao laughed awkwardly, and Li Ang added by the way, "It's too low and too slow to make money that way, and it's not formal. There's a high probability that it will be overturned. The real gray profit-making industry, its business operation model is often simple and silly. It will make people say, ‘This thing can also make money’.”

Wanli Fengdao and Xing Hechou had no feelings about these words, but Liu Wuxiao, who was the daughter of the Liu family, was moved in his heart.

In the shopping mall, she has heard of many cases of people who relied on gray profit-making projects to suddenly become rich. Of course, those people were too wild, their methods were too low, their ranks were too low, and their successful experiences were difficult to replicate.

Only a handful of lucky ones can step out of the gray area, start an industry, touch the outermost edge of Yin City's business district, and transform into fat-headed, big-eared, serious businessmen from the upper class, barely able to reach the soles of the Liu family's feet.

Liu Wuhao thought of the cool moves he saw when he teamed up with Li Ang before, and couldn't help thinking silently: "Careful thinking, kind face and dark heart, ruthless methods.

If he joins the business world, he will definitely be a good player..."

"Anyway,"

Li Ang put away the red wine and other sundries on the table, wiped the white sail in his hand, and said seriously: "I will go to the area around Prince Shu's Mansion to make preparations first."

Xing Hechou asked: "Aren't you coming with us?"

Li Ang shook his head, "No, my Siemens Taoist vest has been too popular recently, and getting together will cause trouble.

Anyway, there are soldiers and bees for remote communication, so any information can be transmitted through it. "

As if responding to Li Ang's call, the soldier bee lying on the table stopped wiping the sauce on its front feet and vibrated its wings with a "buzzing" sound.

Although the soldier bees cannot yet understand the words spoken by humans, they can transmit sound messages at specific frequencies to the brainworms flying high in the sky by vibrating their wings.

Let the brain worm use the method of praying to the gods to transmit the information to Li Ang remotely.

Li Ang left the restaurant, leaning on Bai Fan, a cloth-clad magician, and disappeared into the crowd, disappearing around the corner of the street.

He was separated from his teammates to reduce the risk of his identity being exposed and attracting prying eyes from indigenous monks.

Also because some of his preparations are a bit shameful...

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To the south of Luzhou City, there is a post station.

This is a temporarily remodeled room, with all the furniture removed, leaving only the spotless wooden floor.

The doors and windows of the room are all nailed with wooden boards, leaving no gaps, and no light can shine in. It is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

Seven thin, dark-skinned monks sat on the ground in a circle. In the center of the circle,

A huge iron cage, two people high and covered with several layers of thick black curtains, was quietly placed.

"If these four things are not lost, the mind will not be affected by color, fragrance, touch, and all evil things will happen. If there are old habits that cannot be eradicated..."

The seven Annan monks closed their eyes and kept chanting scriptures.

The sound of Buddha echoed in the sealed room,

The originally stagnant and turbid air,

They all seemed to be under the influence of the power of chanting scriptures, exuding a dense fragrance.

However, among the solemn Buddha's sounds, there is always an extremely slight rustling sound.

The sound was like clothing rubbing against skin, like fingertips tracing across a wooden table.

Like a rat crawling along the corner of the wall,

Like a thousand-legged centipede skimming the mossy stone surface,

Like mosquitoes, moths and flies vibrating their wings.

Slightly small and pervasive,

It seems to be drilling along the monk's earholes and into the brain, corroding flesh and blood and eroding reason.

The rustling sound became louder and louder, even among the Buddha's sounds it was extremely clear

The oldest monk facing the door remained indifferent, neither sad nor happy.

He could hear the sound of the soles of feet tapping the ground as the armored guards patrolled downstairs.

I could feel the donkeys and horses nibbling on the feed in the stable.

It could even be sensed that a certain Xichang Tiqi lurking in the woods behind the inn reached out to kill a mosquito that landed on his face, and wiped the mosquito body on the dry bark next to him.

Naturally, he also noticed that the young monk opposite him was already overwhelmed——

The young monk still insisted on reciting scriptures, but his voice trembled slightly and his eyelids trembled.

The slightly opened eyes were covered with cobweb-like bloodshot eyes.

"..."

The old monk sighed in his heart and silently recited the scriptures louder.

Without opening his eyes, he just lightly tapped the ground with his knuckles.

The young monk opened his eyes, glanced at him gratefully and guiltily, stood up, and bowed slowly,

He turned around, staggered to the corner of the room, opened the secret door, and left the room.

After a long time, the demonic sound suddenly stopped,

From the iron cage covered with a heavy curtain, a hoarse and low sound like iron scraping sounded, "Luzhou, are you almost there?"

The old monk's eyes were lowered, and his wrinkled face was twisted into a ball. It was unclear whether he was sad or happy, "There are still two days."

Moyin was silent for a moment, "Two days..."

The demonic sound gradually subsides, but the Buddha's sound continues.