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Chapter 297 - 61: Current Situation of the Trading District and Sneak Attack (5K Votes for Monthly Pass)_3

Chapter 297: Chapter 61: Current Situation of the Trading District and Sneak Attack (5K Votes for Monthly Pass)_3

Or like some games he remembered, certain items would be swept away by "dealers" as soon as they hit the market, then sold at uniformly raised prices.

This was really frustrating for him.

He didn’t have that much time to scan the rankings every day.

"Damn those workshops, they’re a headache everywhere! It seems like I can only leave it to fate, or trade one-on-one to get what I need."

"But since the starting price for the Blue Quality Curse Seal is almost one to two million (1-200 contributions), couldn’t I make a fortune from this?"

"Two legendary pulls, about ten human sacrifices, combined with a green Erosion Crystal to create a talisman, can get me 2 million?"

"It’s clear, in the concept of the Astronomy Association, high-quality seals are the hardest things to obtain, and they control it very tightly,"

Xu Shu took out a Mark Altar of the "boatman" that he had obtained from playing Godzilla not long ago, his gaze deepening in thought.

A moment later, he opened the private chat interface.

He found a Daoist friend of his.

He sent a message asking:

"Sister, are you there? Do you know how to make talismans?"

...

...

"Go in, kill him,"

The man, who was wearing a mask, dressed in black, and had several guns stuffed in his waist pouch, said to another younger, shorter man.

"I can’t, big brother, I get nauseous at the sight of blood, blegh~" Lin Ming, a short man in his thirties, immediately covered his mouth, pretended to roll his eyes back, and actually started foaming at the mouth.

"Damn, useless."

He kicked the shorter man down the stairs, then turned to Lin Qin next to him and said, "You go in and kill him, and we’ll split the loot evenly!"

The heavily made-up innkeeper, Sister Qin, looked confused and pointed to her face, "Who? Me?"

"Yeah, didn’t you say that guy has a lot of valuable stuff on him, and you guessed he’s just a newbie scavenger straight out of the city? You kill him, and I’ll cover you," the man said matter-of-factly.

"No, no, no, Brother Jiang, don’t joke, how can a woman like me overpower a fit young man."

"Just shoot him and that’s that."

"I don’t know how to use a gun!"

"You’re so skilled at operating drones, but you can’t shoot? Hmph, what kind of innocent woman runs an inn alone in the Wasteland? Do you think I’m a fool?"

"No, no, besides, I’m running a legitimate business. You forced me to come here, I was just an onlooker," Sister Qin repeatedly waved her hands.

"If you say so, then this time, I’m the only one who’s getting the money." The man pointed the gun at her head.

"... Brother Jiang, do we really have to do this?" Lin Ming asked from behind.

"Quit your yapping, if you don’t want to die, let your sister go in!"

The man handed Lin Qin a gun, then ducked to the side, pressing against her waist, saying, "Qin, don’t try to screw me over, do the job well, and you won’t lose your share! But if you mess up, both you siblings are dying today!"

"Got... got it, Brother Jiang."

Lin Qin cried internally, cursing herself for complaining to her brother tonight about the behavior of some young people.

Who would have thought that her brother, who was good for nothing but idling around and had remained a bachelor all his life, would now dare to think of murdering for loot?

But ultimately, it was this guy who called himself Brother Jiang’s fault!

If not for him, her brother, even after gaining boldness, would only dare to verbally harass some civilians, and would never actually do this...

She glanced behind her, wondering if she could turn around and shoot the man.

Yet he was cautious and shrewd, clearly not giving her such an opportunity.

Seeing her pathetic brother, who only dared to hide and watch from behind after causing trouble, Lin Qin heaved a sigh, silently apologizing to the man in the room.

Sorry, handsome boy, blame it on your imprudence; scavenging in unfamiliar places alone, carrying a big bulging bag that caught attention. If you die, don’t blame me; I just want to survive. In your next life, remember not to flaunt your wealth when you’re out...

Lin Qin convinced herself, gently used the key to unlock the door, expertly flicked off the safety on the pistol, and the moment she opened the door, she fired three shots towards the bulge on the bed, "Bang, bang, bang."

"Sister Qin, nicely done!" Brother Jiang brightened up.

Two shots to the chest, one headshot, the standard "Mozambique Drill."

This woman was definitely not using a gun for the first time; she was experienced!

Then, Lin Ming crawled forward and said, "Brother Jiang, look, I told you there’s treasure, look at the Jade Buddha by his bed! Worth a lot of money!"

"Huh?"

On hearing this, all three looked into the room.

Under the moonlight, a tiny, exquisitely crafted Buddha statue, no more than a foot tall, was placed by the bed, facing the direction of the door.

Its lifelike appearance made one feel as if a Bodhisattva had descended, wanting to make one involuntarily bow in worship.

But one eye was murky with dark allure, and the other eye was blood red, hinting at sly ferocity.

Such three completely different "faces" paradoxically yet harmoniously appeared on the same visage.

It was hard to imagine the level of artistic skill of the craftsman who had carved it.

The three gazed quietly at it.

The next moment, their collars, belts, cuffs, and other clothing, began to move on their own.

They were dead.