Zhang Fusheng looked up to examine the surroundings; the building only had four or five floors, incongruous with the tall skyscrapers nearby.
The main door was closed, with two attendants dressed in black standing quietly on either side of it.
Noticing soone approaching, the two attendants spoke simultaneously:
"Welco to the Golden Auction House, what might you require?"
Golden Auction House?
Zhang Fusheng was montarily stunned; the term was clearly familiar to him, as the Fearless Lion at Old Shi purchased back then ca from the Golden Auction House.
He had always thought the Golden Auction House was a force unique to the Golden Province, but now it seems...
"We want a map of the plateau, a plateau map with divine markings." Ruan Yutu’s voice was clear.
The attendant slightly bowed:
"The plateau map is a Level 1 controlled item, if Miss wishes to purchase it, inquiries are required... Please enter."
They pulled open the wooden door, gesturing for them to enter.
Zhang Fusheng dismounted from the cow, leaving the dark-colored ox outside.
Ruan Yutu calmly extended her hand, gently leading the porcelain doll inside:
"Let your boss co to see , just say the na ’Ruan Yutu’. "
The two attendants exchanged glances, one respectfully nodded and left, while the other invited them to a spacious room.
Not a single further question was asked.
A mont later.
The sound of hurried footsteps ca from outside, as a middle-aged man, wearing a black robe and with a large belly, ca trotting in.
His gaze briefly swept over the translucent porcelain doll, landing on the girl who looked like an immortal.
"Miss Ruan?"
The rotund middle-aged man took off his hat, cautiously inquired.
"Yes, it’s ."
The middle-aged man pondered montarily, awkwardly perford a salute, then asked:
"Where do you co from?"
"From the tranquil bamboo forest, then to Jin City, passing through Windmill Village, and finally Yingtian City."
Upon hearing ’tranquil bamboo forest’, the man’s eyes and brows relaxed, evidently having confird Ruan Yutu’s identity,
he nodded and bowed, face full of smiles:
"Oh my! It really is you, why did you personally co..."
The man’s expression suddenly stiffened, voice lowered:
"Miss Ruan, are we ready... to take action?"
"No rush, wait for the notification."
Ruan Yutu casually replied:
"I was rely passing by, just to pick up a map of the World Plateau, that’s all."
The man nodded, promptly instructing the attendants to fetch the map.
While waiting, he couldn’t help but ask:
"You just said you ca from Windmill Village?"
Zhang Fusheng glanced up, recalling Windmill Village, the place they passed not long ago.
"Yes."
Ruan Yutu wondered:
"Is there sothing wrong with that village?"
The man wiped his sweat, face showing uncertainty:
"Perhaps it’s not the sa Windmill Village..."
He saw the translucent child suddenly raise its head, voice crisp:
"Continue."
The man was montarily stunned, instinctively looked at Miss Ruan, seeing her nod, he continued with a smile:
"There’s a Windmill Village nearby, but half a year ago it was destroyed by a white snake, leaving no survivors, only ruins, and those ruins are quite mysterious..."
Zhang Fusheng and Ruan Yutu exchanged a glance.
Ruins?
The forr furrowed his brow slightly, tapping the table with his knuckles:
"Tell , how exactly is it mysterious?"
The man glanced at the porcelain doll-like boy, a curiosity rising within him regarding the child beside Miss Ruan, who could it be?
Could it be Governor Su’s...
His gaze flickered, he explained in a low voice:
"People who’ve entered the ruins have never erged—there was a Celestial Human who entered, eventually also vanished without a trace."
"Even the Divine Spirit took note of the matter, yet ultimately chose not to enter."
"Rumor has it, the Deity’s spiritual sense frantically warned, thus they ultimately decided against it, and with ti, it beca a forbidden zone for life..."
Ruan Yutu’s expression changed, Zhang Fusheng’s face also grew increasingly solemn.
The plump man glanced at the box before bowing slightly:
"The map retrieval is still pending, I’ll go check on the situation."
Saying so, he squeezed his corpulent fra through the wooden door.
Footsteps gradually faded away.
"The Golden Auction House spans all over the south and north, each being a chess piece laid by Master, every province, every plateau city auction house, prepared for the day of uprising and independence."
Zhang Fusheng nodded peacefully, slightly squinting:
"I’ve been pondering about that Windmill Village..."
Ruan Yutu’s expression likewise turned perplexed.
Shaking his head, Zhang Fusheng did not idle, his thoughts diving into the Divine Realm.
Within the Divine Realm, at the far west of the human realm, rested an ancient Buddhist Temple—’Leiyin Temple’.
Zhang Fusheng entered the illusory Leiyin Temple, where four Arhats and thirty-six Vajras remained motionless.
Scripture banners fluttered above their heads, solemn and majestic.
As for the Buddha statue.
It still sat majestically in place, the Buddha statue was solemn, while the weasel within already perished.
The weasel had died at the very instant Yellow Eyebrow’s will descended, its spirit and soul completely collapsed.
Yellow Eyebrow has since hidden within the ancient stars in self-seclusion,
leaving behind, naturally, nothing but an empty shell.
At this ti, a hundred thousand monk bones encircled ’Leiyin Temple’, chanting scriptures for several days,
finally clearing away the lingering Buddha charm of the Yellow Skin.
"Let see..."
Step by step, Zhang Fusheng walked to the rit Box, reached out and grasped it.
The rit Box swayed, transford into an ordinary pouch, with the letters ’Human Species’ on it.
"The legendary Human Species Bag..."
Zhang Fusheng was quite apprehensive about this object, the slightest trace of Yellow Eyebrow’s true spirit was asleep, hidden within, even until today.
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