"I found it, sir, right in front of me."

The sand scorpion is huge and has a heavy weight. Following the footprints it left on the ground, its remains were quickly found.

Changheng and the other two walked up excitedly and glanced at the sand scorpion's body. Although they had guessed the result in their hearts, the three of them could not help but feel disappointed. The profit of hundreds of thousands is not a small number for them.

"The scorpion venom has been taken away."

"It should be the second-level war pattern master who passed by."

Chang Heng first adjusted his emotions, clapped his hands, and encouraged the people around him: "Treat the sand scorpion's rubber shell pancreas, take it away. We didn't exert any force in the middle. This is equivalent to picking up 300,000 faks for nothing. Is there anything more cost-effective?"

That's right, the faces of the people around him looked much better, but Xiao Lin still had a gloomy face, as if someone owed him something.

When Mo Yan returned to the camp, he did not attract the attention of others, except Xingzai.

"I'm back, hey, Brother Mo, you're walking so fast." Xingzai carefully glanced at a man not far away before whispering: "Did you see that person? No matter what he comes to say later, just bear with it."

Mo Yan was stunned at first, and then nodded in a clear way, knowing that his behavior just now was equivalent to escaping in the eyes of many people. I am afraid that someone would not be able to see it, which would be a troublesome thing.

Although he led the sand scorpion away, five or six people left behind in the camp were killed and injured in the previous battle. The remaining people survived by chance, but their psychological resentment was quite large. Therefore, those who escaped at the last minute became their best punching bag.

If Xingzai hadn't had a good relationship with Mo Yan, he would have to roll his eyes.

But Mo Yan is not easy to explain. If this scorpion poison worth hundreds of thousands is spread, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will have any other thoughts. For the sake of safety, it would be fine if he suffers some grievances.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Mo? Why are you back? Didn't you run very fast just now?" A young man in his twenties saw Mo Yan and walked over and sneered.

This man died in the sand scorpion attack just now. He spoke strangely, and Mo Yan didn't care about him as much.

The young man looked at the other party and kept silent, thinking that the other party was guilty and spoke even more vigorously, and he was spitting everywhere. It was hard to imagine that a man would have such a side.

Mo Yan simply closed his eyes and let the young man sarcastically and scolded him, never touching his mouth.

After a long time of trouble, maybe he was tired, the young man said, "You actually have the face to stay in the caravan. If I were you, I would have found a wall to kill him." Then he hurried away.

Mo Yan opened his eyes and saw Xingzai on the opposite side give a thumbs up, but he didn't know how many times he had encountered even worse scenes when he was a child, so how could he take what happened today to heart.

After the rescued caravan took out a lot of thank-you gifts, the two families worked together and headed towards the next city.

Monga Tucheng is not famous on the Como Plain, and there are no famous specialties in the area. Compared with the prosperity of Blackstone City, Monga Tucheng is more like a transit station for people traveling on the plain to rest.

The caravan will not stay in this small town for too long. If you have a short rest and replenish some food and water, it is time to set off.

Xingzai ran away as soon as he entered the city. It seemed that he was like other merchants in the city recommended local specialties he brought from other places. This kid was not very old, but he was quite sensible. He basically only did short-term transactions, and the funds were quickly collected, and the risks were relatively smaller.

Following the people in the caravan, I moved into a hotel, took a brief bath, and then Mo Yan came to the market alone.

He did not waste his time along the way. He took advantage of the trip to rest and also made some experimental pattern stones, mainly to verify his sudden thoughts along the way, and there were no particularly eye-catching works.

When he came out, he didn't carry much materials, so he is just going to add some more now.

Although the city of Monga is not big, the market in the city is quite small. It is almost the busiest place in the city. Not only are there many vendors selling various materials, but also camel merchants from other places trade here.

"What? This green fruit is obviously still raw, and the price is so high. It's too dark. I won't buy it anymore, okay? Let me give it..."

Mo Yan heard Xingzai's familiar voice halfway across the street, as if the other party was in trouble.

It turned out that after Xingzai sold the goods he brought into the city, he saw someone selling green fruits, and he felt a move. He should be able to make a lot of money by taking this batch of green fruits to the next city.

Green fruit is a fruit unique to the Como Plain. It is available in many places, but the yield is not large and the taste is very sweet. It is quite popular among some upper class people.

Monga Tucheng is mostly travelers, camel merchants and adventurers, and the demand for green fruits is not large, and the price is relatively low. However, if it is shipped to other cities, it is not difficult to get twice the profit by replacing it, so Xingzai was moved by this.

Unexpectedly, he spent a long time bargaining with the other party. When he saw that he was about to succeed, he tasted one of them, but it was sour and hard to eat. Only then did he find that these green fruits were still raw, so his value plummeted several times, so he naturally refused to ask for it again.

But the stall owner was unhappy and insisted that Xingzai ate his fruit, which delayed him for half a day and insisted that Xingzai buy it. The two sides started arguing.

"It's okay if you really don't buy it, just take 8,000 faks and just think that you were wasting my half-day compensation." At this point, the man finally revealed his fox tail, and several burly men also stood up from the crowd watching the fun and surrounded Xingzai.

Many onlookers also sighed, but they had long understood this person's trick.

"Look, another foreigner was fooled. If he didn't pay, it would be difficult for him to get out of here."

"Everyone knows that green fruit is valuable. If it were ripe, it would have been bought by someone long ago, so how could it be left to him?"

It turns out that this is a scam.

When Mo Yan heard the discussions of the people around him, he knew it. He looked at Xingzai's bitter face and thought to himself that you kid also suffered a defeat. How does it feel to be a fat sheep?

There are not many eight thousand facies. It is obviously carefully calculated by these people. They not only slaughtered a fat sheep, but also did not cause any damage to the other party and cause big trouble. They have tried this trick.

If the fat sheep who was slaughtered had a better attitude, the price would be negotiated, but if they were just tough, they would have some ways to deal with each other.

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