女人的战斗

   This shows that it is not the first time that the other party has robbed with a gun, and the blood of innocent people must be on his hands.

  Actually, when the taxi driver changed his driving route, Zuo Yi knew that he had malicious intentions.

  So this person\'s ending is doomed.

  After coming out of the secluded alley, Zuo Yi was not in a hurry to return to the main road. He walked slowly and unhurriedly, as if walking in a garden, shuttling through this messy slum.

  Many local residents looked at Zuo Yi with curious or surprised eyes, unable to figure out why a foreigner would come here without a camera, unlike ordinary tourists or news photographers.

   Many idlers squatting in the corner, smoking and chatting, stared at Zuo Yi with malicious intent, eager to make a move.

  But when they met Zuo Yi\'s eyes, they all felt inexplicable fear, and shrank back tremblingly.

   "Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

  In front of the entrance of an alley, a thin old woman sat on the ground and stretched out a dead branch-like hand to Zuo Yi, saying something "Yeah."

  Holding a two or three-year-old girl in her arms, her eyes were full of prayers when she looked at Zuo Yi.

   Zuo Yi stopped.

  He squatted down in front of the old woman, reached out and touched the forehead of the sleeping little girl, only to find that the girl was suffering from a high fever, her lips were chapped and her complexion was very bad, and her body temperature was at least 39°C.

   Such a situation should have been sent to the hospital long ago, but the old woman could only hug her and ask for mercy from the passing people.

   "Awuda so Lakada..."

  The old woman clasped her hands together, her eyes filled with tears.

  Although he couldn\'t understand her language, Zuo Yi could fully understand what she wanted to express.

  Sighed secretly, Zuo Yi took out a bottle of healing medicine from the space ring, uncorked the bottle and brought it to the little girl\'s mouth, and fed her half of the bottle.

   Zuo Yi put the remaining half bottle in the old woman\'s hand and motioned her to drink it.

  The old woman\'s physical condition is also bad. If she doesn\'t get timely treatment, she won\'t live long.

  The old woman holding the medicine bottle was stunned.

  She hesitated for a moment, but followed Zuo Yi\'s instructions and drank the remaining half bottle of potion.

   Didn\'t even know that the bottle of potion that he and his granddaughter just drank was worth 200 million yuan!

  The medicine took effect quickly, and the little girl\'s body temperature returned to normal in an instant, and her complexion was no longer gloomy. With a low moan@groan, she opened her eyes and woke up.

  The old woman was very pleasantly surprised. She hugged her granddaughter tightly and pressed her face to her face, tears of joy flowed down her shriveled cheeks.

  When she wanted to express her gratitude to Zuo Yi, she found that Zuo Yi had disappeared.

   And in her hand, a roll of banknotes was stuffed into her hand at some point!

  …

   Walking through the long alley, the front suddenly opened up, and what appeared in front of Zuo Yi was an open-air market.

  The market is very lively, full of stalls and shoppers, most of them are local aborigines, and there are also some curious tourists among them.

  It was not dark yet, Zuo Yi wandered around the market with great interest.

  He stopped in front of a stall selling handmade wood carvings, pointed to a wood carving and asked, "How much is this?"

  This palm-sized wooden carving is carved into a lifelike cute puppy, and the material is similar to ebony.

  Boa should like it.

  The young stall owner had a sly look in his eyes, and then raised a finger.

  Zuo Yi smiled, and took out a ten-yuan note from his pocket: "I bought it."

   He knows all too well the tricks played by the stall owner.

  Seeing the banknotes placed by Zuo Yi on the stall, the stall owner’s eyes widened immediately, and he hurriedly said in English: “One hundred, this one has to be sold for one hundred Xia Yuan, if you don’t sell it for ten yuan, don’t sell it!”

"make a deal."

   Without thinking about it, Zuo Yi took out another hundred-yuan bill and threw it down, and brought the puppy wood carving over.

   As far as its exquisite carving is concerned, one hundred yuan is already a great value for money, and its texture is a bit special, it doesn\'t feel like ordinary wood, maybe there is something mysterious about it.

  Zuo Yi is not an appraiser, he judges entirely by intuition. Anyway, if you buy a hundred yuan, you can\'t suffer a loss or be fooled.

  But if he had asked for a price of one hundred yuan just now, the stall owner would definitely say that the goods are worth one thousand yuan!

   Zuo Yi is very experienced in dealing with such cunning and deceitful people.

   Now one hundred yuan can be settled firmly.

  With the wood carving in hand, Zuo Yi got up and left without the slightest nostalgia, not even the ten yuan just now.

  The stall owner was a little dumbfounded.

  Intuition told him that he might have lost money on this business, and the loss was huge, and he might ask Zuo Yi for a thousand.

   Or ten thousand?

   But when he wanted to go back and chase Zuo Yi back, Zuo Yi\'s figure had disappeared into the bustling crowd.

  When Zuo Yi finished shopping in the big market until it was dark, he had five or six more interesting gadgets in his hand.

   It can also be regarded as an unexpected gain.

   When night fell, he quietly left the market.

   A few minutes later, Zuo Yi appeared on the roof of a nearby ten-story building.

  At this time, Thyssen City was already full of lights, and Zuo Yi easily found the Dorsett Hotel where he was staying. Its huge neon signboard was very eye-catching.

   But the place with the most brilliant lights is not in the city of Thyssen, but the Witch Temple on Mount Longe.

  The beams of colorful spotlights shot straight into the sky, setting off the huge temple complex in an incomparably spectacular way. I don’t know how much money wasted by the people to create such an atmosphere!

  90% of the citizens of Leni Country believe in witch gods. The witch gods are divided into big witch gods and small witch gods. The big witch **** is the only righteous god. The history of the indigenous people’s belief has lasted for thousands of years.

  The little witch gods are those powerful head-down masters. The head-down masters consider themselves the servants of the great witch gods, and they also call themselves witch gods externally, and then accept the worship and worship of believers.

The place where the witch gods live is the witch **** temple. The establishment of a witch **** temple often requires the manpower and material resources of a province. It takes countless money and decades to complete the construction. I don’t know how many people’s bones are buried below. .

  But all believers believe that without the protection of the witch **** and the witch temple, they cannot survive.

  The witch temple that Zuo Yi saw belonged to Ayuluo, the great head-down master. Ayuluo was the master of Bai Nali and the patron saint enshrined by Baitini, the governor of Lanta Province.

  Zuo Yi still doesn\'t know whether Ayuluo is the last culprit he traced, but the answer will be revealed soon.

   Gazing at the Wushen Temple in the distance for the last time, Zuo Yi jumped down from the tall building, and his figure was quickly engulfed in darkness.

  With the cover of night, he quickly approached the Witch Temple on Mount Longe!

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