I, the tomb robbing storyteller, exposed the old nine gates at the beginning

See below has begun to call the price for the compass.

Zhang Lin slapped the wake wood and pulled everyone’s attention back to the stage.

“Guys, I will do this compass, but you will not use it!”

“Will anyone Zhou Yi Shu Jing and Qi Men Shu Jia?”

“If these two basic things don’t, the compass gives you a thing.”

“At best, you use it as a compass, and there is no more effect.”

Hearing this, the crowd did not go up so much to the price.

Indeed, as Zhang Lin said, if the compass is useless in the hand, it is also an ornament to buy.

But in addition to rational people, there are some people who like to join in the fun.

Zhao Gongzi, who had come to listen to the book that day, still appeared at the scene today.

And as before, obviously rich and fatal, he just doesn’t sit in the box, he wants to sit in the hall!

At this time, hearing Zhang Lin say that it was useless, Zhao Gongzi immediately said, “You Mr. Storyteller, you have money and don’t earn it, but you actually push it out?” ”

“You don’t care if I use this compass, since you can do it, then I want to buy it.”

“So, a million a piece, do you sell it?!”

Sizzle—

Hearing this price, many people took a breath of cool air.

A million to buy an unneeded compass, this is really money burned panic!

Zhang Lin has clearly said that the compass is useless for everyone to buy, it can only be a decoration.

But Zhao Gongzi was still willing to take a million to buy it.

Isn’t this what people stupid money is more?

Zhang Lin looked at the arrogant Zhao Gongzi in the audience and did not feel that this person was annoying at all.

How can an iron man who can only send money be annoying?

The more Zhang Lin looked at him, the more cute he became, after all, his whole body was emitting a golden radiance!

It was Zhang Lin who did not hold back the slightest and said, “Sold it!” ”

“Ask Zhao Gongzi to go to the manager of Sanqingyuan to settle the bill.”

As soon as Zhang Lin’s voice fell, the beautiful manager of Sanqing Garden didn’t know which corner it came out from.

Swinging his waist, he actually held the card swiping machine in his hand!

Zhao Gongzi was put on the string, looked at Zhang Lin, and then took out the card and swiped it.

“One million yuan, it has arrived!”

Zhang Lin’s mobile phone immediately heard the prompt sound of the machine.

Seeing that the business had become a success, Zhang Lin immediately patted the wake wood and prepared to continue speaking.

Only Zhao Gongzi looked confused, and finally couldn’t help asking: “Alas, that Mr. Storyteller!” ”

“I’ve paid all the money, when will you deliver?”

Zhang Lin said thoughtfully: “Time, not sure, after all, you have also seen, I said that the book is very busy.” ”

“When you have time, when will you do it?”

Hearing this, Zhao Gongzi almost broke out in anger and scolded.

A million spent, not even a delivery time?

Zhang Lin, seeing this, said with a look of interest: “Zhao Gongzi will not want to return the goods, right?” ”

“I see that you are rich and rich, and your face is full of red light, and it doesn’t look like you can’t afford to wait?”

Zhao Gongzi was helpless, and had to grit his teeth and say, “I will definitely not return the goods, this million is nothing.” ”

“Then please Mr. Zhang, when you have time, seize the time to make it.”

“After all, everyone wants to see what this compass looks like!”

Zhang Lin smiled, “That’s nature! ”

Then he no longer paid attention to Zhao Gongzi, but continued to speak.

……

“Chen Pi’a Si estimated that once the Miao people left, it would take a night to come and go.”

“With his skill, it should be enough to find the entrance to the Mirror Palace and walk back and forth.”

“I walked headlessly in the jungle for four hours, relying on the compass and his courage to go north and south all these years.”

“Chen Piasi finally came to the area he had planned on the Reclining Buddha Ridge, that is, the remains of the monastery around that tower!”

“After climbing over a hill, he suddenly froze.”

“I saw a huge stone tower, which fell to the root of the hill in front of him.”

“The tower is estimated to be hexagonal, imposing, with thick eaves and wide beams.”

“Scraping the moss and tangled plants from above with a knife, the relief stone carvings on the tower are very exquisite.”

“But obviously the tower has been burned, and all parts have black burn marks, and there may have been a fire.”

“At this time, Chen Pi Asi could not take care of much, he lit a fire and pretended to be lost.”

“I want to wait for a while when the Hmong people find it, so I have a good idea.”

“Then I intuitively started digging the hole against the base of the tower.”

“Soon he dug into the roof of the dungeon, not of stone, but of the entire trunk of the curved wood.”

“Chen Pi’a Si was overjoyed, and used a wire saw to cut off a corner, and the fallen wooden block fell into the underground palace, and soon there was a sound of landing on the ground, and he was busy using a flashlight to shine inside!”

“The structure of the Jing’er Palace is symmetrical from top to bottom, that is, how many layers of towers there are above, and how many layers of underground palaces should be below, so the underground palace is extremely deep.”

“Looking down from above, there are no slabs between each floor, and the bottom is pitch black.”

“The flashlight shines past, and there is a white mist, and I really can’t say what it is!”

“Chen Pi’a Si couldn’t help but think of what the Hmong people had said, that there were monsters under the tower, and he couldn’t help but feel a little worried.”

“But that worry was fleeting, and his head was now racing.”

“I also felt it, and felt that the air in the underground palace was no problem, so I put my feet on the top of the Qumu Palace, and with an upside-down golden hook, I fell head-down into the underground palace, and the strength of my whole body was pressed on both feet!”

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