Chapter 682: Golden hand

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In the middle of the night, most of the travelers in the hotel were already asleep and Bingzhixie was asleep, but his expression was terrible. Suddenly, he woke up from his sleep and looked at the gasp in the darkness.
"It's a dream, it's a nightmare." Bing Zhixie calmed down slowly, wiped his forehead, and found a sweat on his body. He looked at the clock on the wall. The hands in the wall clock were still glowing. The time was at 3:07: "I only slept for four hours." He lit the crystal lamp in the room and flowed all over. Khan couldn't sleep for a while, so she took a shower and changed her clothes, ready to go for a walk.
This is a big city, and the nightlife in big cities is always rich. It’s time for this. There are still drunk mercenaries on the street, hugging the woman and saying where to go again. Bing Zhixie strolled around for a while, and felt a little hungry. When he looked up, he saw a bar nearby and walked towards it.
Like most mercenaries, the pub has become an indispensable activity for mercenaries. Many mercenaries who have just returned after completing their tasks or are doing nothing and are bored will go to the bar and pub to sit for two. Hours, chatting and joking, this has almost become part of their daily life.
Bing Zhixie walked to the door of the bar and stopped when he heard the chaotic sound inside. At this time, he wanted to be quiet, and he did not expect to go to a noisy place.
"Hey, do you want to go in or not, don't stop at the door." A drunken drunk behind him said in a not very good tone, if anyone hits him at this time, he will definitely find that person to fight One.
"I'm sorry." Bing Zhixie hurried away and continued walking along the street. Maybe the snack bar was not closed, so he thought to himself.
After walking for a while, I really saw a small shop that had not been confiscated. The fat master in the store was cooking noodles. The smell of the soup soup was smelling across the street. Bing Zhixie smiled slightly: "Good luck."
The store is not big, but the business seems to be pretty good, it is so late, there are still two guests in the shop.
"Hey little boss, what do you want to eat?" Master Fat grabbed the noodles, poured it into a bowl, put a lot of ingredients, and then dipped the soup and smelled it, showing a satisfied smile. This bowl appears to be eaten by himself.
Bing Zhixie said: "What's best for you here."
Master Fat smiled: "Of course it is my most famous fat fish lo mein. Well, this is the bowl, how is it, is it fragrant?"
Bing Zhixie nodded his head: "OK, let's have a bowl."
"Okay, please wait inside, the noodles will be ready soon."
Because the storefront is not large, there are not many tables in the store. There are only six small tables, all of which are placed against the wall. There are several stools on the front and back, and a walkway is vacated in the middle. Bing Zhixie chose a table to sit down, but in fact there was nothing to choose from. Four of the six tables were already occupied, and only two tables were still empty.
Although there are four tables, there are only two customers. One is a middle-aged man with a little girl. From their appearance, it can be seen that they should be father and daughter. The other three tables are all kinds of people, but they all have arms, but they all carry arms and talk to each other. They should be members of a certain mercenary group.
It is rare to see a group of people with the same mercenary group go to the pub to eat and drink, but instead gather together in a small noodle restaurant to eat noodles, unless they are in a hurry, or are in a hurry.
The fat fish lo mein came up soon, Bing Zhixie tasted it really delicious, and the noodles were cooked very gluten.
Fat Master put down the following tools and carried his own noodles. He could finally take a bite at ease, but before he could even take a bite, he heard someone in the mercenary shouting, "Boss, two pounds of beef. Five bowls of noodles."
Fat Master sighed and said, "Wait a minute, let me finish this noodle first."
"Wait, wait, you boss, are you afraid of not eating at your own noodle shop? We are still hungry in several stomachs, hurry down." The person who spoke was not only tall, but also had a loud voice and dark skin like iron. At first glance, it's a bad character.
Fat Master did not dare to provoke this group, so he had to go down honestly.
Bing Zhixie suddenly said: "Boss, please give me a portion of the cold beef. I want a smaller portion."
"Hey, good."
The dark big man glanced at Bingzhixie, and then he went to eat noodles again.
At this time, the little girl at the other table pointed at the man and said, "Daddy, look at that black uncle is stupid. I don’t know if the noodles have been eaten on my beard. Ha ha ha..." Four or five years old.
The girl's father was so scared that he quickly grabbed the girl's hand back.
Bing Zhixie looked at the man, and suddenly felt that he was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
The table was next to the little girl. He turned to stare at the little girl and said, "Little sister, who are you stupid?"
"Yeah." The little girl obviously didn't feel her father's fear, and still giggled there, saying, "Uncle Black, with a shy face and noodles hanging on his beard, it turned out to be a black old man with a white beard."
Fat Master was afraid of trouble and ran over and patted the the shoulder and said, "Don't scold, just apologize to your uncle."
The girl's father was very nervous and kept saying sorry to her daughter.
Big Black stared at Fat Master and said, "Boss, what are you going to do next?" Then he turned to the little girl and said, "Hey, good chick, he even composed a ballad." He ignored the girl completely. Dad's apology suddenly reached out and grabbed the girl's head.
The girl's dad was terrified and quickly reached out to block the hand. I saw that the girl's father had strength in his hands and grabbed Heidai's arm, but Heidai didn't take it seriously at all and didn't change his movements.
With a slap, the man's sleeves were torn open, but his hand also touched the girl's head, and he laughed while touching her hair: "You chick is really interesting, and I will write a song to listen listen."
It turned out that he was not malicious, and the girl's father was a little apologetic, but he was a little surprised to see the arm under his torn sleeve. It was actually a metal mechanical arm, but he kept wearing leather gloves and did not show it.
The little girl also saw his prosthetic arm and stretched out her small hand to feel: "Wow, Uncle Black, your hand is so scary."
Hei big man laughed: "Scared you, my hand, it's specifically for scaring mischievous little girls like you."
"I don't believe it." The little girl giggled and didn't feel scared at all.
Bing Zhixie looked at the mechanical arm, which should be created by a professional puppet master, and the workmanship was very good. There are many mercenaries on the mainland, and there are countless people with disabilities every year, so the puppet master’s artificial limbs have become a popular business. After these artificial limbs are processed, they are carved into the mind master’s special consciousness. The consciousness of the person is linked together and can be used flexibly. Masters with good craftsmanship make the arms very expensive. Not only can they operate like real arms, but some are even easier to use than real arms.
A maid said: "Don't tease her, eat quickly."
Fat Master brought a cold beef to Bing Zhixie and a copy to the little girl at the table. But the father and daughter didn't ask for beef just now. It seems that they are regular customers here.
After a while, there was another guest in the shop. The guest and the mercenary were together. As soon as he came in, he was greeted by the mercenary in the shop and sat down.
Bing Zhixie looked at this person very well, but for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen it.
As soon as the newcomer sat down, someone asked: "Did you find the guide?"
The man nodded: "He won't go until he paid three times the price."
"Why?" Hei big man handed him a bowl of noodles, said: "Damn, he dare to pit our money!"
"No." The man said: "Something happened to that place, and nobody has been willing to go there recently."
Hei Dadao said: "What's the matter, scare them like that."
The man said: "It was said that there were often people missing there in the past few months. The city government sent two groups of people to clarify the situation, but none of them came back."
"Grandma's, so evil."
The female mercenary asked: "Where is the guide, why didn't he come with you?"
The man ate a piece of beef and said: "He prepares things at home and makes an appointment to meet under the statue of the goddess at four o'clock."
Hei big man looked at the next clock: "It's still a little bit before four o'clock. Let's eat noodles and leave when we finish. Don't forget, this time we have a gamble with them. If we lose, we will lose our face in the group. Get mixed up."
"Got it, you talk a lot."
Within a few minutes, the mercenaries in the shop left after eating. Fat Master packed up the plate and said, "It seems that they are heading towards Beiwangpo."
The girl's father shook his head and sighed: "Since the two boxes of gold coins were dug up in Beiwangpo last year, these mercenaries have gone mad and all ran there. This is a disaster caused by the Ryukyu Kingdom."
Fat Master asked: "What is the relationship with Ryu Yue State?"
The girl’s father said: "The earthquake of the Ryukyu Kingdom in the previous two years caused the mountain to collapse, and an ancient ruin in the mountain was shaken out. There were dozens of tons of gold and many treasures that accompanied the ancient ruins. Many of them went there. The mercenaries have made a fortune. Since the two boxes of gold came out of Beiwangpo, the government people did find a lot there. These mercenaries naturally heard the wind and they all heard the wind, thinking that it is also like Xinhe City in Ryukyu Kingdom. That way, ancient treasures are hidden."
This matter Bing Zhixie also knows that he remembers the information that he saw in the pine guild of Bambuli.
Fat Master smiled: "The mercenaries want to get rich and want to be crazy, but this is no wonder. It is better to dig treasures than the mercenary task of attaching his head to the belt of the trousers. Hey, you did not go in the first two months. Did Beiwangpo have any gains?"
The girl's father smiled: "I don't have that good luck, I just picked one out there, you see." He said that he pulled the neckline of his daughter a little, and pulled it out along the ribbon around his neck. A golden pendant.
This is a golden pendant that looks like a palm upside down. The palm is not big. It is about five or six centimeters long. The four fingers are close together. The thumbs are slightly apart, just like a person's palm is straight. A raised eyeball was carved in the middle of the palm. This eyeball was lively and vivid. Although there was only a single tone of gold, the eyeball seemed to be alive. Not only that, every stripe path on the palm is clearly carved according to the proportion of the lines on the palm of a normal person. Even the minute sub-lines of each palm pattern are carved in place, and the size is very natural. If we don't talk about removing materials, from an artistic point of view, this is definitely a top-notch artwork.
Bing Zhixie walked over, crouched in front of the little girl and picked up the little palm. The small palm is slightly heavy and metallic, but I don't know if it is gold.
Both the fat master and the girl’s father were surprised, but did not stop it.
Bing Zhixie carefully looked at the eyeball in the middle of the palm. This eyeball he had seen was very similar to the eye of the prophet on the obelisk in the middle of the cloud of water.
The girl's father asked, "Little brother, do you recognize this thing?"
Bing Zhixie put his little hand in his hand and touched it. The front of the palm was relatively smooth, and the back was slightly rougher. He put down his palm and stood up and said, "How much will I buy."
The girl's father froze for a while, shaking his head: "I don't sell this."
Bing Zhixie said: "I will give you 5000 gold coins."
Fat Master’s mouth became O-shaped, and 5000 gold coins is not a small number for an ordinary person. Moreover, it is not easy to say whether this small palm is gold, even if it is not worth 5000 gold coins.
The girl’s father hesitated a little, but the little girl seemed to disagree. She said angrily:
No, this little hand is mine, I won’t sell it to you.

Bing Zhixie bent down and asked the little girl, "Why not sell it to me, do you like it?"
The girl grunted: "This is a small gift from my dad. The gift cannot be given to others."
Bing Zhixie sighed and straightened up. He knew that sometimes it was easier to settle an adult than a little girl, because children are always unreasonable, and adults are more snobbish. Seeing that the little girl’s father was hesitating, he was obviously tempted, and he said, "Well, I will add 2,000 gold coins. Even if this thing is gold and a document, it may not be worth 7000 gold coins. If you sell , I will give you the money now, not to sell it." Bing Zhi evil view him silent, turned around and left.
The girl's father stunned and quickly caught up: "Sell, sell." He took the pendant from his daughter's neck.
The girl was not happy: "Dad, why should he sell it to him, or not? Okay, that's my thing."
Father advised his daughter: "Don't make trouble, tomorrow Dad will take you to buy more fun things, and buy you a lot of small gifts."
"But..." The little girl was still a little reluctant to this little pendant, but when she saw her father's face, she had no choice but to mutter.
The pendant was delivered to Bing Zhixie, and Bing Zhixie also ordered a gold scroll to him. He looked at the gold scroll and said, "I can't find it..."
Bing Zhixie smiled and said: "In such a big city, there should be a place to camp overnight, because that kind of place costs a lot of money.
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