Chapter 2767: Bulk purchases

Because it is still underground in general, the air convection should not be obvious.
But when the girl finished painting the magic circle with black powder on the rooftop and presided over the descending ceremony, an unspeakable chill pounced on several people.
It seemed to exist, and it seemed to not exist, but when everyone looked up, they found that the raven had changed another expression and was looking at everyone numbly.
This is a typical ghost upper body, now others can ask questions about this soul, and the stronger the caster, the less the soul can resist or deny it.
The time cannot be too long, otherwise this magic will affect the body. Bobo immediately asked the soul in the girl's body:
"Can you feel anything that appeals to you? Instinctive attraction."
"sun..."
I don't know how many years this brother has been a zombie. His accent is even worse than that of illegal Mexican immigrants. One of the simplest three-letter words stupefied is to say the taste of cumin.
Fortunately, I can understand.
Bobo stepped aside and pointed to the white fireball hanging high in the air behind everyone: "Is this the sun?"
"not cold..."
The soul of the unknown zombie said it was not this sun, he was talking about another sun, and it was still very cold.
The raven's expression immediately became a little savage, his eyes turned pale and his body turned, looking very urgent.
"Strange answer, is there a way to mark this soul? We can follow him." Su Ming turned to ask Bobo.
He didn't hear too much from the sun and cold. This may be a clue, but it is currently not used.
"The raven should have a way. In fact, as long as the soul is branded with magic, some magicians can find a ghost." Bobo gave a positive answer, and he was also frowning and thinking about the problem: "But we should put this soul Deduct it temporarily, and then think of a way to hand in that golden pen."
Bobo means to mark this soul first, and then go through the official channels of the Refuge City, and hand in a pen that can be used as a medium, so that if there is another person casting a magic similar to the soul, everyone can follow the vine.
"Darkness, you are too dark, but I want to do more."
Seeing Bobo's plan he wanted to talk about, Su Ming immediately put the black pot on the orangutan's head, shook his head and patted his shoulder while holding back a smile, preparing to start preparations.
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At present, people in the refuge city think that the people above are collecting relics to reshape the past, and because Aiwu and Wu began to collect various ancient objects.
But these things are useless in their hands, so this golden pen can't be sold anywhere, but it must be delivered to the official hands of the underground refuge city.
How to contact the official? The answer is also very simple, call the police if you have any difficulties.
Su Ming took Halle into action on the bright surface, while Popo and the Raven fell more than ten meters away as an emergency back-up. When ready, the death knell used the lightest force to destroy a street vending machine. machine.
Some of the soda inside rolled off, not to mention, even the spar as an energy source was dropped, the whole device sounded an alarm, and black smoke was still coming out.
A police car arrived soon, and the detective was very polite after seeing the scene after getting off the car:
"Sir, did you accidentally damage this vending machine?"
Su Ming, who was holding Halle, had a proud look: "No, police officer, I just saw it not pleasing to my eyes, so I kicked it a few times."
Maybe because they are all whites and Su Ming's clothes are also very good, the police officer is still smiling, he nodded as he opened the bill:
"Understood sir, in fact, I sometimes want to kick them when I get eaten coins, but I'm afraid you have to visit us and talk to the relevant companies about compensation."
"Let's drive, since you are so polite, then I will visit your little police station with my dear."
Su Ming had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he went to the police station first, and then let the Strangling read a few brains, figure out the internal organization of the dungeon, and then find the department that corresponds to the relic.
"Yes, I haven't been to the small police station yet, hee hee!" Hallie was more proactive, got into the back seat of the police car, and patted the position next to Su Ming to let Su Ming in.
The car driven by the transparent crystal fixed on the rear wing began to drive in the sun. The city outside the window looked very beautiful, and the streets were harmonious with people coming and going.
It's Bobo who has worked so hard to chase the car on stilts behind him. There is still magic to help him if there is no transition.
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About half an hour later, the death knell and Halle walked out of the police station under the farewell of the police officers. Nothing else, as long as they almost had a cigar in hand, they would know what was going on.
Not to mention what process should be followed to hand in the relic, how to get paid faster, even where the prophet lived was asked.
It is indeed a government agency. The people here know a lot of things, and Su Ming now knows a little bit about things that they should know or are not interested in knowing at all.
Of course, after all, these people are still low-level public officials, and many confidential things are definitely not known, and they cannot be answered even if they are asked.
Death Knell brought Hallie and his supporters together, and found an unmonitored dark alley to tell about the progress of his new intelligence.
"It turns out that the prophet turned into this white sun on the day the city was built."
Su Ming directly mentioned the question that Bobo didn't care about the least. That's why people laughed and didn't say anything when they inquired about the news before the death knell, because indeed everyone knew where the prophet was.
People are in the sky.
"Energy aggregates? But even Noah, who built Noah's Ark, didn't sacrifice his own thoughts." Bobo would only think from a dark perspective: "I don't realize this prophet would sacrifice so righteously, maybe this is a blinding trick. ."
"No one ever said that he was dead. The official name is'forever'." Su Ming looked at the sunlight shards in the alley, and he was not far from his toes. He hinted: "Now this giant city is controlled by the council. , UU read www.uukanshu.com and every member of the parliament may be able to hear the voice and instructions from the sun."
Bobo understood, and his lips turned down: "Well, it's the shadow manipulator type behind the scenes again. It's just a big ball of light this time. Have you asked about the relic?"
"I have asked, there is indeed a secret agency that eats various relics circulating in the market, but these mysterious people are not under the jurisdiction of any department and come and go without a trace. Even the police do not know their identities. Knowing that when they show up, they often carry a high-level pass."
Su Ming laughed, which reminded him of many similar settings, and naturally there are corresponding plans:
"But when it comes to the quantity of second-hand goods, I guess Batman doesn't have as much inventory as mine. In this way, I will leave invisible for a while and come back soon."
He is going back to receive a batch of antique trash produced by the 40K universe.
Is it an antique?
Of course, the products made during World War II, Su Ming watched them go down the assembly line with his own eyes, can this be fake?
Because of the after-sales three guarantees service, of course Wilson has also recycled many of the goods returned and exchanged by the customers, and all of them are thrown in the warehouse. After all, it costs money to dispose of the garbage, and it takes decades to occupy it.
But can these returned antiques summon the souls of users who are closely connected with them?
Uh...not to mention that it is not in a multi-system at all, even if it is not.
For those who died on Marvel's side, their souls will first go to to wash, and then be taken away by death to arrange reincarnation.
To put it bluntly, judging by the Americans’ mortal character, if those consumers parachuted fast enough back then, they should all have the fifth game now, right?
So these things are destined to be the tears of the times.