Soon, an old beggar who was wet with rain and watered out like a fountain walked in with a large sack higher than him, and wades out a black mud road under his feet, with messy hair. At first glance, he looked like a black-haired ape.

Han Lu and the two little maids were stunned immediately, mainly because they had never seen such a dirty person before, and suddenly brought in an extremely sour smell, which directly made the air in the house smell very strange.

Especially for the two little maids, they usually clean the hygiene in the room. Now that the old beggar comes, they double their workload. The small face as big as a palm wrinkles into a ball, and their eyes are full of unhappiness.

The old beggar didn't care about anything else or was not reserved. After entering the house, he gently placed the sack behind him on the ground, took a deep breath of the faint fragrance in the house, and felt the warm heat wave.

Then he looked at Meng Zhao, who was pillowing on Han Lu's thigh and was massaged by two pretty little maids.

His eyes were very calm, and he could not say he was calm. He could still see a playful look.

Meng Zhao put the yellow book in his hand aside, sat up, and looked at the old beggar. His signature red nose shocked him, but his surface was quiet and his voice was lazy.

"You are the one who can take out spiritual objects? You don't look like you."

Just a quarter of an hour ago, Lu Le reported to him that someone could take out spiritual objects, but the premise was to hand them over to him in person. Meng Zhao didn't think much about it, and because of his trust in Lu Le, he agreed.

However, he didn't expect that the man who could take out the spiritual objects was actually the old beggar and beggar who had met him in Lijia Town and pointed out the old beggar and beggar who had practiced martial arts in his father and son of the Sun family.

When he first came back, Meng Zhao sent Han Pu to investigate this person, but unfortunately there was no specific progress. He came to the door on his own initiative today and didn’t know what he was thinking.

However, Meng Zhao thought that he had changed his face at that time and had a short time to contact the other party, so he should not reveal any flaws. The other party could not recognize him, so he pretended to be ignorant and ridiculed him.

Of course, in his heart, he still believed that the old beggar had some knowledge and ways of doing things, and he could not say that his urgent local spiritual object would really fall on the old beggar.

When the old guy heard Meng Zhao's doubts, he was not angry. Instead, he smiled shamelessly. He reached out to sweep the rainwater on his body as if no one was around, then tied the treasure bag he was carrying on his waist, patted it out, took out the water ball, and then spoke,

"Have you ever heard a saying that you should not behave like a person? Although I look a little sloppy, I will never lie if I say that there are local spiritual creatures. Otherwise, your Meng family will spare me easily?

But the house is full of people and the treasure is too eye-catching. Should we let irrelevant people go out?"

As soon as he said this, let alone the two little maids with bad faces, even Han Lu glared at each other. Lu Le on the side looked at the old beggar hesitantly, thinking whether Meng Zhao would be in danger if they were alone.

Meng Zhao's heart moved, and he always felt that the old beggar's gaze was a little weird, as if he had seen through his thoughts.

This person may not be a good person to meet.

He thought to himself, what can he do if he sees through my identity?

Now the people from the Sun family in that small town have sold their property and left a foreign land. If Sun Yuanwai and his son are not surprised, they should have hidden their names.

Others don’t know that I’m going. Even if the old beggar tells me, how many people believe me if there is no evidence?

The mood, which was already extremely calm, was relaxed at this time. He was in the Meng Mansion, surrounded by experts, and was not worried that the other party would be unfavorable to him. He smiled,

"What else? Ah Le, you are not allowed to come in without my instructions."

So, Han Lu and two little maids left the room reluctantly, mainly because it was the warmest here. It was windy and rainy outside at the moment, wet and cold, so it was really not suitable for going out.

Lu Le hesitated for a moment, but when Meng Zhao looked confident and looked at the old beggar carefully, he never learned martial arts clues. Then he nodded, left, and finally closed the door to death.

As soon as the person left, the old beggar gasped and did not see him. He walked directly to the round table facing the front door of the house, reached out and pinched a sweet osmanthus cake from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth, and had a lot of fun eating.

Meng Zhao looked at it coldly, but he didn't say anything, quietly waiting for the old guy's spiritual creature.

"Hey, boy, this is not the first time we met. I even gave you a message half-selling and half-selling. Why are you so cold? Do you think that the old beggar has a strong smell?"

As he said that, he raised his arms and sniffed his armpits. Then he looked at Meng Zhao with an awkward look, spreading his hands and acting innocent.

Meng Zhao's face was as delicate and smooth as white jade, but at this time he felt a little surprised and his handsome eyebrows were slightly frowned.

I didn't expect that the old guy really recognized him, and he also pointed out that the news was half sold and half given away.

Meng Zhao thought about it and did not deny it, because it had no meaning, and replied openly,

"Senior has good eyesight and does not look bad at all. It's me.

However, although this is the second time we met, we did not have much communication or friendship after all, so it is barely considered a transaction relationship.

Now I just want to get that local spiritual thing from my senior. I wonder what I want to get from me?"

His request to buy local spiritual objects has long been widely spread. This old beggar knows that it is not uncommon, and he is very likely to be a master in the world of games, his martial arts are unfathomable, and even has a charm of returning to nature. Naturally, it is impossible for him to deceive and joke with him for no reason.

So Meng Zhao is not worried about anything else now, he is just worried that he cannot meet the old beggar's requirements.

Unexpectedly, when this old guy heard Meng Zhao say this, he actually showed a disappointed expression on his face and shook his head,

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you kid are really very cautious. It's a pity that the old beggar works hard. After knowing that you want the spiritual creature with essence, you will work hard to dig holes and steal graves overnight to help you find a piece of local goods.

Forget it, I don’t have the same knowledge as you, the little turtle, and see if it is suitable.”

As he said that, the old beggar searched through his treasure bag and threw something at Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao's brows never stretched. A soft force emerged from his sleeve, rinsing and hitting the flying objects layer by layer, washing away the dirty surface, and then slowly falling into his hands.

This is a clay-throat jade crystal seal half the size of an adult fist. The bottom of the seal is engraved with a dragon, tiger, wolf and leopard engraving pattern on all sides. It is very heavy when you touch it, weighs about ten pounds, and it feels warm and looks extremely extraordinary.

Meng Zhao tried it and found that it did contain a large amount of earth essence, and its thickness was not inferior to the golden elixir, earth spirit beads and other objects, and it was extremely abundant.

There is indeed a little bit of earthy smell on it, it should be that the old beggar had just taken it out of the tomb.

Meng Zhao looked at the old guy with a weird look, and even digging graves. He was such a strange person.
Chapter completed!