C510 Rising prices

The Linhai in the seventh month was a sunny day. A black Maserati was roaring on the streets of the Linhai, charging in through the southern gate all the way to the Linhai and Venus Garden, which was downstairs to Ling Long's house.

It was noon, and Ling Long's mother, Miao Cuifeng, and father, Ling Kecheng, were already waiting downstairs.

Seeing this Maserati car appear downstairs, Ling Kecheng's first reaction was one of disbelief, and his second one was that the other party was definitely a liar. That feeling became more and more intense in Ling Kecheng's heart.

The car stopped and the door opened. Two people who didn't fit into the world got out of the car.

One of them was a young man, the other was a middle-aged man.

The young man was wearing a goose yellow robe and Ling Kecheng could be considered rather familiar with him. This guy was the Psychic Huang who took in demons in his house a few days ago. That middle-aged man was completely different. He was dressed like a normal person, wore sunglasses, and a luxurious Maserati. Those who didn't know him would think that he was the CEO of some company.

After getting off the car, the middle-aged man looked around the area and sniffed, seemingly very dissatisfied.

After looking around, the middle-aged man said to the Psychic Huang without any trace of politeness, "I say, you're so handsome, look at you, what kind of list did you take? How could there be anything good in this crappy place, it's really, really fortunate that I came all the way here from the ocean!"

Psychic Huang did not dare to refute his lecture, and could only say: "But, Martial Uncle, that monster, that monster is indeed very powerful!"

The middle-aged man muttered, "Impressive, impressive, it's none of my business. Young people really don't know their place." We're not even here to ask for money! "

When Psychic Huang heard this, he was greatly dissatisfied in his heart. However, the other party was still a senior to him, so there was nothing he could do. Besides, who told him to be unskilled and seek help from others?

Seeing the angry look on Psychic Huang's face, the middle-aged man laughed, and gently caressed Psychic Huang's robe with his finger, teasing: "Junming, this is a city, not a mountain, why do you have to wear this robe day after day? Alright, once I subdue this monster, Martial Uncle will take you on a tour around the mall and buy some decent clothes, it will also save you the time to wear this daoist robe! "

The Psychic Huang became sullen and angry, his eyes was not happy, and he said: "Martial Uncle, we go out to do our own thing … …"

Seeing that the Psychic Huang was still angry, the middle-aged man did not get angry, but only laughed and said: "Alright, alright, you brat, your master has brainwashed you. "Fine fine fine, I won't argue with you anymore. If you're willing to wear this robe, then you can wear it. Sigh!"

Psychic Huang, the Martial Uncle that had been invited all this way for a long time, didn't have any thoughts of catching monsters after coming to the Golden Flower Garden.

As the two of them were talking, Miao Cuifeng brought the Ling Kecheng, who found it hard to walk, to quickly and slowly rush forward.

Seeing that Ling Kecheng was actually still a cripple, the middle-aged man became even more unhappy: How could such a person have the ability? Sigh, this Junming also had the guts to meddle in this kind of idle business. It was hard not to please him.

Ling Kecheng's thoughts were meticulous, how could Ling Kecheng not see the look of despise this middle-aged man had towards him? So subconsciously, Ling Kecheng didn't have any good impression of this Psychic Huang and his.

However, it was Miao Cuifeng who said that a woman's natural instinct wasn't too strong. After seeing Psychic Huang, he was first agitated before hurriedly walking up to him.

"Great deity, y-you're finally back!" As he spoke, Miao Cuifeng's gaze turned towards the middle-aged man beside Psychic Huang and asked suspiciously: "Great deity, this is …"

Madam, let me introduce you. This is Poverty-stricken People from Poverty-stricken People, Spiritual Master Tsinghua!

Looking at the middle-aged man's dressing, Miao Cuifeng had some doubts in her heart. After all, compared to the middle-aged man, Psychic Huang seemed to be more of an outsider.

However, in order to save her own daughter, Miao Cuifeng couldn't care so much anymore. She looked at the middle-aged man with a fawning face and said, "Oh, so you're the Tsinghua University Dao Master, I've heard a lot about you."

"Big Sis, you're too kind!"

After he finished speaking, Miao Cuifeng's face revealed a hint of sadness, he grabbed onto the middle aged man's arm and said: "Daoist Master, I beg you, please save my daughter. My daughter is very pitiful. I don't know what's wrong with her, but her behavior these days is getting more and more abnormal. Please be merciful! "

The middle-aged man was not as straightforward as the Psychic Huang. He first slowly pushed away Miao Cuifeng's palm, then pretended to focus on the building the Ling Family was in, and sighed with emotion: "As expected, demonic aura soars to the heavens! It seems like it will really be a little tricky! "

Once she said that, Miao Cuifeng became even more confused. "Spiritual Master, Spiritual Master, what should we do then …"

"Big sister, don't panic, don't panic. Since Poverty-stricken People is here, he naturally has a way to recruit this demon." As he spoke, he let out a round smile, "However, big sister, to accept this level of monster, it will take many years of Poverty-stricken People's cultivation. Look, this …"

Psychic Huang stood at the side with a helpless face, thinking: Here we go again …

Although he hated the way his Martial Uncle did things, he had no other choice. He could only sigh to himself.

But it was obvious that Miao Cuifeng didn't hear the meaning behind Taoist Tsinghua's words, and directly knelt in front of Taoist Tsinghua with a 'putong', and started crying, "Spiritual Master, Spiritual Master, as long as you can save my bitter daughter, I am willing to be your slave even if I have to work hard for you!"

Seeing Miao Cuifeng's expression, the middle-aged man was also speechless. She couldn't help but curse in her heart: "F * ck, why do the people of Linhai City not understand anything? I've already said it so clearly, but I still can't understand."

Although the middle-aged man was not happy, he still helped Miao Cuifeng up from the ground with a smile on his face.

"Big sis, you are being too serious, too serious." How can I let a cultivator of the Poverty-stricken People become my slave? " Suddenly, the middle-aged man opened his mouth and asked directly, "However, catching demons takes a lot of effort and physical strength, and without two to three years of cultivation, the reward is …"

As the middle-aged man spoke, the white bills in his eyes began to throb non-stop.

The middle-aged man said it so clearly, if Miao Cuifeng still could not understand, then she would truly become a fool.

Miao Cuifeng came back to her senses and quickly said: "The compensation is fine, it's fine. As long as you can save my daughter, how much money, how much money are we husband and wife willing to pay?"

The middle-aged man chuckled and said: "Poverty-stricken People catching demons has always been a fair price, fair and square. Wang Hai and the other rich people who invited Poverty-stricken People to cast Light Inherent Demon were all at the level of ten million. However, Poverty-stricken People saw that elder sister's family couldn't be considered rich, and your husband is also injured, so she gave you a discount! "

As he said this, Daoist Master Tsinghua extended his hand and revealed five fingers. "Five million. Big Sis, what do you think?"

"Five, five million?" Miao Cuifeng retreated two steps. She was frightened by this figure and her face turned pale.

Ling Kecheng, who was at the side, could no longer bear to listen and pointed at the middle aged man, roaring: "You, you really dare to say that! Five million, why don't you just go and snatch it! I think you two are a complete liar. "Humph!"

"Cui Feng, ignore them, let's go!" Ling Kecheng said as he pulled Miao Cuifeng and prepared to leave.

But before Ling Kecheng could turn around, he saw a flash of light in the middle aged man's eyes, and he looked extremely unhappy.

Just as Ling Kecheng's eyes flashed, two yellow talismans flashed in the middle aged man's hands, and he threw them towards Ling Kecheng and Miao Cuifeng.

Psychic Huang anxiously shouted, "Martial Uncle, you, what are you doing, we can't do anything to ordinary people? "Stop, stop!"

However, even though it was late, it was still fast. Two yellow talismans lightly struck Ling Kecheng and Miao Cuifeng's bodies, and the middle-aged man continuously muttered from the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, whether it was Ling Kecheng or Miao Cuifeng, neither of them could move. Under the scorching summer day, the strong sunlight shined on the two of them as beads of sweat dripped from their bodies.

"How can this be? Why can't I move? You monster, just what have you done to us?" Ling Kecheng started to speak impolitely.

The middle-aged man coldly laughed and said: "You two, ever since I started out on this dao, I have always relied on my abilities to make a living. The thing that I hate the most in my life is someone calling me a liar."

Hehe, don't be nervous, these are just two Body Securing Talismans, even if I wanted to let the two of you to witness the methods of the Poverty-stricken People, for no other reason.

As they chatted, the middle-aged man walked forward a few steps, and tore off the yellow talismans on Ling Kecheng and Miao Cuifeng's bodies, and then put them in his pocket.

This way, Ling Kecheng and Miao Cuifeng would be able to move again.

With regards to this so called Tsinghua University's Spiritual Master, Ling Kecheng was extremely afraid when he thought about it, and he believed even more in this so-called Taoist Tsinghua's methods.

"Real person, real person, my husband, my husband, he doesn't know how to talk, so don't bother with him. Five million, we'll pay, we'll pay, alright? " Miao Cuifeng turned and looked at the middle-aged man with a pleading look.

The middle-aged man laughed sinisterly: "It was too late to think of paying after seeing the methods of the Poverty-stricken People. Now that the Poverty-stricken People has changed his mind, the reward is ten million, it can't even be one less person! "

"You, you're raising the price on the spot!" Ling Kecheng said bitterly, but he did not have the confidence this time.

The middle-aged man disdainfully said, "So what if I am? Since I can't afford it, why don't you invite someone else!"

With that, the middle-aged man turned around and prepared to leave.

But in the end, the Tsinghua University cultivator was stopped by the Psychic Huang at his side. "Martial Uncle, we cultivators have always considered it our duty to be the devil slayer. Moreover, it's not easy for them to be husband and wife. Can you …?"

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh, his eyeballs continuously rolled around, and said: "Fine, fine, no matter how small this mosquito is, it's still considered a piece of meat. Poverty-stricken People will make an exception today."

With that, the middle-aged man turned and disappeared, leaving behind only a single sentence: "Wait here, Poverty-stricken People will go and get the monster now, it will be back soon!"