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Chapter 2610 This is a sure-fire way for you to die.
Chapter 2610 This is a sure-fire way for you to die.
Xu Shichu seems capable of doing this job too. But shouldn't specialized tasks be left to professionals?
"Alright." The high shaman put the remaining three dice into the cup and said to He Lingchuan, "You can do it yourself."
"Why?" Why did the high shaman personally shake the cup for the merchant, but when he arrived in Helingchuan, he was made to do it himself?
The high shaman's words were profound:
Shouldn't one's own destiny be in one's own hands?
“That makes sense!” He Lingchuan picked up the round cup, shook it a few times from side to side, and then slammed it upside down on the table.
The movement was taught to him by Willow Branch, and it was much more graceful than the Great Shaman's posture.
open.
"Oh my, all black?" The tailor shop owner next door exclaimed in surprise. "Young man, what do you want to claim?"
All six dice are black.
The high shaman said with his hands behind his back, "He knows what he's doing, but he can't say it out loud."
He Lingchuan's face darkened: "Can we do it again?"
"Please help yourself."
He Lingchuan tossed the cup again, turning it upside down once more.
Snapped.
It's still black on all six sides.
The tailor shop owner looked surprised and quietly moved a few steps away from him.
If someone rolls two completely black balls, it means they have a lot of bad luck, and you'd better stay away from them.
He Lingchuan glanced at the Destiny Divine Spark on his wrist. The snake's eyes were no longer glowing, but from any angle, they seemed to be glaring at him with ill intent.
It had warned him before that the power of fate was irresistible.
Zhaomandu then said, "Things shouldn't happen more than three times; we can try again."
He Lingchuan picked up the round cup and threw the dice in one by one. This time, he silently chanted for a long time before shaking the cup.
*Snap*, the pot is opened.
Upon seeing this, all three of them were speechless.
The dice were still all black, but they could only see five dice because two of them were overlapping.
He Lingchuan gently moved the "black two" on top, revealing the dice underneath—
Red One.
Finally, a little bit of red appeared, but it was still covered up.
He Lingchuan asked, "How do we solve this?"
If that old charlatan dares to say that the first time the pot is thrown is the standard, He Lingchuan will definitely beat him up.
“Danger, danger! A great battle is imminent, you are doomed.” Zhao Mandu shook his head. “Only by seeking life amidst death may there be a glimmer of hope.”
He Lingchuan pressed further, "How can one 'survive death'?"
The ink spots on the dice were as black as his karma.
Zhaoman sighed regretfully: "Even the will of Heaven cannot be predicted."
You could have just said you didn't know. That old charlatan is unprofessional; he usually tries to swindle people by offering explanations, that's how he gets his money. He Lingchuan kept his disdain to himself and clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Thank you for your explanation, Great Shaman."
Zhao Mandu nodded slightly, exuding an air of otherworldly grace: "Go, you'll be very busy from now on."
He Lingchuan took a few steps, about to cross the threshold, when he suddenly turned back and placed two taels of silver on the table:
"I almost forgot to pay."
The high shaman pocketed the silver and stuffed it into his pocket.
Bathed in the morning sunlight, He Lingchuan jumped down from the attic and walked out of the tailor shop.
The sunlight brushed past him, illuminating Panlong City. The Great Shaman watched his figure bathed in sunlight and smiled slightly.
……
He Lingchuan put on a cloak to cover his face and walked onto the streets of Panlong City.
In the past, the wilderness was windy and dusty, and the people of old Panlongcheng liked to dress like this.
The area is much livelier than it was five years ago, I heard, because there are more residents now. He strolled through three streets, and about half of the shops had changed, with only a few old shops still looking familiar.
Early in the morning, before he even reached the market, he could smell the enticing aroma. A few steps further, he saw seven or eight breakfast stalls, offering everything from large wontons with vegetables and meat to pan-fried buns, from swirl pancakes to fried rice cakes—there was bound to be something that would tempt one's mouth.
But He Lingchuan frowned, because there used to be thirty or forty breakfast stalls in this place at the same time.
He Lingchuan found an unfamiliar stall and ordered three custard cakes, each about the size of a fist.
"Forty cents."
He Lingchuan was slightly surprised: "Three cakes are so expensive?"
Although each one was the size of a fist, he used to buy this kind of breakfast in Panlong City for only four or five coins.
I haven't been back for five years, have prices increased several times over?
"Fifteen coins each, but you get a discount if you buy three." The stall owner quickly covered the steamer with a cloth to prevent the steam from escaping. "Eggs are free? Milk is free? Sugar is free? These three have been going up in price every few days, so we have no choice but to raise our prices accordingly."
He Lingchuan paid the money, picked up the milk cake, and ate it as he walked.
The cake was soft, but not as fragrant as before. Could it be that too much water was added to the eggs and milk? He Lingchuan didn't know how to make cakes and didn't understand either.
After passing through this most vibrant and lively area, He Lingchuan's brows furrowed slightly as he continued walking.
Panlongcheng was still bustling, but beneath the surface of this liveliness, he also detected some unsettling signs:
Shops specializing in rare and expensive goods have decreased significantly.
Since Panlongcheng took over the Maohe Plain, the trade route from Nanping to the north was opened up, allowing Panlongcheng to exchange goods with the outside world. Goods quickly became abundant, starting with jewelry and rare items, and later even trendy items from Bega would appear in Panlongcheng's shops.
However, when He Lingchuan made another trip, he found that more than half of the shops selling these expensive goods had disappeared.
Even a shop selling exotic goods that had stood firm on the main street for eight years changed its storefront and became an inn.
Yes, that's the shop run by the chubby guy.
His family's prized possessions, beautiful in both price and quality, were sought after by the wealthy. When He Lingchuan offended Master Sun, he selected two items from here as an apology, and sure enough, he quickly gained forgiveness.
As the saying goes, "one leaf falling heralds autumn," and He Lingchuan, who himself started his business in real life, knew this was not a good sign.
The customer base for high-end luxury goods has shrunk, possibly due to the economic downturn, which means people have less disposable income and are cutting back on unnecessary expenses. Furthermore, the current wartime situation has hampered the smooth flow of goods for business purposes.
He had just passed by the market where a meat and vegetable bun cost six coins five years ago, and he had just heard the stall owner shout, "Two for twenty coins!"
He Lingchuan sighed inwardly. Vegetables and meat hadn't increased in price by much. He wondered how much effort Panlong City had put into stabilizing prices.
Panlongcheng is a city of war, and its greatest strength in the past was to fight wars, do business, and develop the economy at the same time.
The fact that it is now showing signs of decline can only mean that the pressure exerted by Bega is simply too great.
Panlong City was once an enemy of Bega, but Bega could not go all out to deal with it due to various internal and external reasons.
Now that the news of the Great Pot has leaked out, the determination of the Holy Venerable Lingxu to obtain the pot has overwhelmed all other noises!
If only Panlong had a few more years to develop, it would be even better. In just a few years, Panlong could have become even stronger and would have been more confident in fighting against Bega. Sigh!
Unfortunately, fate will never wait for him or for Panlongcheng to be ready.
Lost in thought, He Lingchuan walked home and soon pushed open the door.
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