"Kid?" The bartender followed the man's gaze, glanced at it briefly, and then looked away, lacking interest, "He's quite young."

"You're not young anymore." Fu Yunshen chuckled, his tone was lazy, "In three years, you can get married."

"..." The bartender couldn't answer this. He shook his head and lowered his voice, "Be careful, you are being rewarded."

"Huh?" Fu Yun raised his eyebrows, not surprised, "How much did it cost?"

"SS-level bounty, one billion US dollars, currently ranked seventh on the bounty list." The bartender stared at him, "At least ten people on the hunting list have accepted this bounty. Now you know you have

How hateful is it?”

If you are among the top ten on the bounty list, everyone will kill you. If you don't kill him, you will lose money.

Fu Yun's peach blossom eyes narrowed, with a hint of seduction: "Then they have to find me."

The bartender agreed with this point. He said: "IBI can't even find you. Your concealment ability is probably only weaker than that of the one on the list."

IBI, the full name is International Bureau of Investigation, the International Bureau of Investigation, which specializes in investigating and hunting down people who pose international threats and some unidentified people.

"It's incomparable." Fu Yunshen said nonchalantly, "It's been so many years, and the number one spot on the list hasn't changed. I just made it."

The bounty amount of the number one on the bounty list cannot be matched by the other nine combined, and it is high enough to be comparable to the GDP of a medium-sized country in continent O. However, no one has ever taken it, which shows how difficult it is to kill the number one on the bounty list.

No, it should be said that I couldn't even find it.

"I'm really curious, who is this fortune teller?" The bartender clicked his tongue, "How come 'he' is more hated than you?"

The other targets on the bounty list at least have traces, but the one on the list has disappeared, with no information at all.

Moreover, the title of divine fortune teller is too arrogant.

Even those warlocks and witches with real abilities in ancient O continent did not dare to call themselves divine fortune tellers.

There are fortune-tellers nowadays, but just like the ancient warriors, few are real. Most of them live in seclusion, and the rest are just some swindlers.

If someone could really calculate everything, it would be ridiculous.

Fu Yun raised his peach blossom eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "What are you talking about?"

"To be honest, you are hated by people, but you still have to be careful. One billion US dollars is enough to buy an island. It's not like you don't know that the hunters on the list are like lunatics, but -" Bartending

When the teacher said this, he frowned again, "Do you really want to stay here? I thought you would at least go to the Imperial Capital."

"Yeah." Fu Yunshen half-closed his eyes and said absently, "I want to stay in Shanghai for a while."

Upon hearing this, the bartender suddenly had a ridiculous thought in his mind: "For a woman?"

Fu Yun raised his eyebrows deeply and said slowly, "What are you talking about? She is just a child."

Jane Jiedi accepted it.

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

If those people knew...

"I've gone crazy a long time ago." Fu Yunshen stood up, put his coat on his arms, smiled cynically, and patted the bartender on the shoulder, "Drink less, it will hurt your health."

**

The underground market does not require any identification to enter. Anyone can enter, but many people will deliberately hide their identity.

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

There are ancient Romanesque, Gothic, and Baroque buildings from Europe, as well as Chinese classical garden-style buildings.

Ying Zijin raised his head and noticed the shops with "divination" signs. At a glance, there were more than a dozen such shops.

But there is only one family with a shallow aura floating around.

Tarot cards are a divination tool that originated in Europe. They were very popular in the Middle Ages. She also played with it, but its origin is still a mystery.

But there are not many real Tarot cards. The Tarot cards currently sold on the market do not have aura, and they can barely be used for divination of small events. In other cases, they are just a piece of waste paper.

Perhaps, she should find a real deck of tarot cards before her abilities are fully restored.

Ying Zijin was thoughtful, pressed his mask, lowered his eyelashes, and walked towards the market.

In addition to shops, there are many street stalls around, most of which display broken antiques, but this does not prevent buyers who want to pick up missing items from being deceived.

The girl glanced around casually, observing hundreds of antiques in just ten seconds. Unsurprisingly, all of them were fake.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Ying Zijin finally saw what she needed.

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

The characters imprinted on the ancient coins have been worn a lot and are stained with soil. At first glance, they look like they are made of earth.

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

Qin silver half a big coin, minted in 339 BC, during the Warring States period.

After two thousand years, the price will be over five million.

Ying Zijin squatted down: "How to sell this?"

It was not referring to ancient coins, but to a stone bowl next to it.

The stall owner was a young man. He glanced at the girl, looked her up and down, and said perfunctorily: "Take the five hundred yuan."

The tone was somewhat contemptuous.

Ying Zijin glanced sideways, and then his finger fell on the ancient silver coin: "There is also this."

"Give it to you." The young man became even more impatient, "Take them all, don't hinder my business."

He was still waiting to meet a few rich kids to make more money, but he didn't have the time to spend time here with a poor guy.

Ying Zijin's expression did not change. After she put down the five hundred cards, she picked up the stone bowl and ancient coins, rubbed them with her hands, and narrowed her phoenix eyes.

There is spiritual energy, but there are still too few.

Now she can be sure that the earth is a world where cultivation is impossible, but that's fine, she can retire in peace.

However, in the eyes of the young man, this action made him look like he was crazy about poverty. He sneered, without concealing his voice at all, and deliberately raised his voice: "A pauper with no vision, you still think you have found a treasure?"

A stall owner nearby heard it: "Hey, don't say it so bluntly, I still want to save face."

"What kind of face do you want? Now everyone is worthy of entering the dungeon."

"Isn't it? Recently, there are always a group of paupers trying to pick up the slack. It's really embarrassing."

After staying in the underground market for so long, they still don't know which customer is really rich?

They don't even bother to trap such poor people.

The young man sneered again: "More than just a pauper, he is simply stupid. He doesn't even have basic identification skills."

He bought the stone bowl for five yuan on Taobao, and the coins he picked up in a park in Punan were worthless.

These two things were just for replenishment. Unexpectedly, a fool actually wanted to buy them, allowing him to easily earn 500 yuan.

The young man clicked his tongue: "Why don't you beg me and I can pay you back 250? How about that?"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Lord: I will punish you, you are worthy of being a good sister.

Yinghuang, who just wants to take care of himself in old age: doesn’t want to

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I heard that my routine has a list in the book?

Here it comes =w=

This is not fantasy, nor is it about cultivating immortals. It is just a little bit magical like a Marvel movie, and it is serious and modern, with a different style~

Essentially, it’s a light-hearted and sweet two-way redemption story!
Chapter completed!