518 Demon Scroll
quickly said, “Father asked me to open the door.”
Huanhuan looked like she understood. She waved the sheepskin scroll in her hand. “I want this.”
Granny Ban Yue glanced at the scroll and immediately knew what it was.
The Demon Scroll was said to be something that Father had brought out of the abyss a long time ago. There were many strange words on it. Granny Ban Yue had studied it curiously in the past, but unfortunately, she had found nothing.
No beast knew what those words meant.
She had thrown this thing into the treasure room for many years. She did not expect Huanhuan to find it.
Granny Ban Yue nodded, indicating that she understood.
After Huanhuan and Xing Chen left, Granny Ban Yue closed the door of the treasure room again.
Huanhuan put away the Demon Scroll and pulled Xing Chen through the streets. She happily bought things.
She bought some hides as well as some grass and fruits that could be used in place of seasonings. She wanted to buy some sugar, but she couldn’t find any to buy throughout the underground city.
Huanhuan could only settle for the next best thing and buy a jar of honey.
She dipped her finger in the honey and put it in her mouth. “It’s so sweet!”
Huanhuan handed the jar of honey to Xing Chen, indicating that he should try it too.
Xing Chen was very cold. “I don’t want it.”
“How can you not want such delicious food? You’re really unfortunate!” Huanhuan snorted.
She had bought many miscellaneous things. The colorless crystal coins in her pocket had almost all been spent, and she was only left with a few red and green crystals.
Huanhuan had packed the things she bought with animal hide. She carried them over her shoulder as if she was carrying a small mountain.
At this moment, she really missed the contractual ring. It was convenient and safe. She didn’t have to go through so much trouble.
She carried the bag that looked like a mountain and left the underground city with Xing Chen.
Granny Ban Yue personally sent them out of the city.
The raft was still by the river. Huanhuan slowly placed the mountain-like bag on the raft. After Xing Chen sat down, she let go of the vines that were bound to the stones and rowed the raft upstream.
They were going from the bottom up, against the current.
Huanhuan’s task this time wasn’t as easy as when they were going downstream. She had to paddle hard without stopping. If she relaxed a little, the raft would go backward.
