Chapter 8: She can get married in 3 years

"Kid?" The bartender followed the man's gaze and after glancing he withdrew his gaze, uninterested, "It's quite young."

"It's not too young." Fu Yunshen chuckled lightly, and his tone lazy, "In three years, she can get married."

"..." The bartender couldn't answer this. He shook his head and lowered his voice, "Be careful, you have been offered a reward."

"Huh?" Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows, not surprised, "How much is the reward?"

"SS-level reward, one billion dollars, the amount is currently ranked seventh on the bounty list." The bartender looked at him, "At least ten people on the list took this bounty. Now you know how hateful you are?"

As long as you are in the top ten of the bounty list, everyone is can hunt it. If you don't kill it, you can't make money.

Fu Yunshen's peachy eyes bent with a fascinating meaning: "Then they have to find me."

The bartender agreed with this point. He said: "IBI is trying to find you, you should hide. I am afraid that their ability is only weaker than the one on the list."

IBI, its full name is International Bureau of Investigation, which specializes in investigating and hunting down people who are a threat to the world and some unidentified people.

"It cannot be compared." Fu Yunshen said casually, "After so many years, the list have not changed, I just got lucky."

The reward of the first on the bounty list is higher than the combined rewards of the 9 others on the top list. It is high enough to compare to the GDP of a medium-sized country. But no one has ever picked it up. This shows how hard it is to get the first prize on the bounty list.

No, it should be said that they couldn't even find the person.

"I'm really curious, who is this clumsy operator?" The bartender sighed, "How can 'he' be more hateful than you?"

The other goals on the bounty list are at least traceable, but this top one, disappeared without any information.

Moreover, the title of the 'fortuneteller' is too arrogant.

Even those warlocks and witches with true abilities in the Ancient O Zhou didn't dare to call themselves a fortuneteller.

There are fortunetellers but like the ancient warriors, there are few real ones, and most of them are hidden from the world, while the rest are just some deceitful people.

It would be ridiculous if someone could really calculate everything.

Fu Yunshen raised his peachy eyes, with a smile: "What are you talking about?"

"You are as hateful as ever. Anyway, you still have to be careful. One billion dollars is enough to buy an island, and both of us knew that those hunters on the list are lunatics, but—" The bartender frowned as he talked, "Are you really going to stay here? I thought you would at least go to the Imperial City."

"Yeah." Fu Yunshen's eyes were half lifted, absent-mindedly saying, "I'm going to stay in Shanghai for a while."

Upon hearing this, the bartender suddenly came up with a ridiculous thought: "For a woman?"

Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrow and didn't hesitate to counter: "What are you talking about? She's just a kid."

Indirectly admitted.

The bartender's eyes changed: "You're crazy."

If those people knew...

"You're crazy." Fu Yunshen got up and put his coat on his arm while laughing sarcastically. He patted the bartender on his shoulder, "Drink less alcohol and don't hurt yourself ."

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The underground market doesn't require any identification to enter. There are all types of people, but many will deliberately conceal their identity.

There are various shops on both sides of the road because the things that they sell are different, and the buildings are also different.

There are ancient Romanesque, Gothic, and Baroque buildings of O Zhou, as well as Chinese classical garden-style buildings.

When Ying Zijin looked up, she noticed the shops with "divination" signs. There were more than a dozen such shops at a glance.

But there is only one shop with auras floating around it.

Tarot card is a kind of divination tool originated in O Zhou. It was very popular in the Middle Ages. She also played it to keep up with the trend, but its origin is still a mystery.

However, there are not many Tarot cards. The tarot cards that the small shops in the underground market can barely be used. In other cases, they are just a bunch of waste paper.

Perhaps, she should find a real tarot card before her ability is fully restored.

Ying Zijin thoughtfully pressed her mask, her eyelashes drooped, and walked towards the Market.

In addition to the shops, there are many street stalls around, most of which displays some broken antiques, but this does not prevent buyers who want to buy real things from being pitted.

The girl glanced casually, and within ten seconds, she had already observed hundreds of antiques. Unexpectedly, all of these were fake.

It was not until half an hour later that Ying Zijin finally saw what she needed.

It was an ancient coin, mixed in a pile of a celadon, inconspicuous.

The branded characters on the old coin were worn out a lot, and it was stained with soil. At first glance, it looked like an earthenware.

She lowered her head, narrowed her eyes, and instantly calculated the age and name of this ancient coin.

Two large silver coins with half quality of Qin's, cast in 339 BC, during the Warring States period.

After two thousand years, its price will be more than five million.

Ying Zijin squatted down and asked, "How much do you sell this?"

It wasn't the ancient coin but the stone bowl next to it.

The stall owner was a young man. He glanced at the girl, looked at her from top to bottom, and said perfunctorily: "It's five hundred yuan."

His tone was somewhat contemptuous.

Ying Zijin looked sideways, her finger fell on the ancient silver coin: "And this?"

"I'll give it to you." The young man became more impatient, "Take them all, don't hinder me from doing business. "

He's still waiting to meet a few rich kids to make more money, and he didn't have the time to waste it with a poor ghost here.

Ying Zijin's expression did not change. After putting down five hundred yuan, she picked up the stone bowl and ancient coins, rubbed her hand, and narrowed her phoenix eyes.

Now she can be sure that the earth now is a world that doesn't cultivate. But that's okay, she can live with peace of mind.

However, this action was reflected in the eyes of the young man, and he thought she's crazy. He sneered, did not hide his voice in the slightest, and deliberately raised it: "It's a pauper and didn't have any vision, but still think you picked up a treasure?"

A stall owner next to it heard it. "Hey, don't be so blunt, people still want face."

"What kind of face does she want? Now, everyone is allowed to enter the underground market."

"Isn't it? There are always a group of paupers who want to get in. It's really shameful." After they have been in the underground market for so long, wouldn't they know which customer is really rich?

Such poor people, they don't even bother to pit it.

The young man sneered again: "It's not only a pauper, it's also stupid."

She doesn't even have the basic identification ability. He bought the stone bowl for five yuan on Taobao. The coin was picked up in a park in Punan, worthless.

These two things were used to make up the numbers, but he didn't expect that a fool would want to buy it, and he made five hundred yuan easily.