Chapter 195: Three Lifesaving Items, Precision Appraisal (5k, extra)

Old Meng covered his forehead.

"Fuck, too rash..."

He never thought an ordinary place would have so many demons and ghosts.

He glanced at the small path that had been made at the side—honestly, there was no one he could complain to about this shit.

In theory, if it were a normal residential complex, there’d be nothing wrong.

But if it isn’t, then he barged in uninvited, used some special tricks, jumped the wall, and trespassed on someone else’s turf—in this situation, if he got hanged to death, it was because he broke the rules first, so he’d deserve it.

Old Meng himself thought he’d been blinded by that spiritual sensation stretching thousands of miles; having been hanged just now actually wasn’t unreasonable, it followed the rules perfectly.

So, he just wanted to get his vehicle and his box back.

Now after hearing Four-eyed Mole Cricket describe it, he was getting a headache. He’d actually been bugged by someone?!

"What does he want?"

"Six Resurrection Crosses." Four-eyed Mole Cricket blinked, looking all honest.

"Why doesn’t he just rob me! I only have one myself!"

"He said that’s all he wants. I figure, he’s after something to save his own life. If you gave him something else, he’d probably be okay with it too."

"If he won’t give me back the box, how am I supposed to give him something else? Tell him to come over, I’ll talk to him myself."

"He said you’re a shady merchant, won’t talk to you, only talks to me. Just tell me your name and your offer, I’ll go tell him."

"A proper wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain, nine qian, got spirituality, definitely the life-saving kind; one Palace Revitalizing Pill from Dragon Tiger Mountain."

Old Meng thought for a second, gritted his teeth, and added another line.

"And I’ll throw in an Execution Heavenly Talisman."

Four-eyed Mole Cricket looked at Old Meng in shock.

"You’re really putting your ass on the line for this, huh."

"What the hell do you know, if I don’t go all in, what else am I supposed to do? He owns a part of the vehicle, and if he won’t return it, am I supposed to just take it by force?"

The man and the dog looked at the villa district. Of course they knew, taking it back by force was no way in hell happening, and going through other channels to put pressure would be even more costly.

The only way was to just offer enough benefits so the guy would give the vehicle back.

Obviously, as soon as he realized the box couldn’t be opened, the other party immediately lost interest in it.

But that vehicle was actually the more critical item, the core for a wandering merchant.

"Go, tell him, take it or leave it, that’s all the sincerity I can put on the table."

Four-eyed Black Dog ran back again.

Old Meng sighed, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, Wan Jun? You’re still in Yu State, right?"

"Do you know Virtue City, there’s this really weird villa district... uh, yeah, I’m here."

"I’ve got myself into some trouble, best if you know someone here—could you step in as a middleman, help negotiate a bit?"

"Dunno their names, yeah, yeah, one of them’s just like you said."

"Alright, I’ll wait for you."

On the other side, Four-eyed Mole Cricket entered the yard, squatted at the door, peeked inside, and repeated Old Meng’s boosted offer.

Wen Yan spoke unhurriedly.

"Come on, let’s break it down."

"That wild ginseng, I’ve seen it. Even though the bud is a bit broken, you can still see there are more than twenty heads—been decades, still weighs nine qian, that’s the real deal for life-saving."

"Don’t think it’s the same as regular ones—big difference. The ones that save lives are all secondary products from those tough environments. Those grown like radishes don’t have the same effects."

"The Palace Revitalizing Pill, that’s a Dragon Tiger Mountain secret medicine, said to be able to save someone even when they’re down to their last breath. Even people about to die of old age can get another seven days’ life."

"Nobody dares sell fake ones of this openly, Dragon Tiger Mountain and the Scorching Sun Department would come crack down hard."

"Whatever Old Meng brings out, it’s definitely not fake."

"As for that Execution Heavenly Talisman, that’s also a life-saving wondrous item, said to be made by the First Generation Celestial Master Zhang himself."

"Even if you get decapitated, can still preserve your life and protect your soul."

"With a skilled surgeon, works fast, gets your head sewn back on, you’ll be back to normal."

"Old Meng says it’s a take-it-or-leave-it offer, pretty damn sincere."

"He honestly doesn’t have any more Resurrection Crosses left. If he did, he wouldn’t have been too scared to barge into this villa district in the first place."

"Add one more condition: when I go buy things from him in the future, not saying he can’t make a profit, but give me bottom price."

"Easy, I’ll promise for Old Meng." Four-eyed Mole Cricket grinned and turned to leave.

"Hold on, shady merchants, I don’t really trust what they say—put it in writing."

"Fine, I’ll promise for Old Meng."

"No rush, I’ll get a witness. Go back and tell him first."

After Four-eyed Mole Cricket left, Wen Yan checked the time, hesitated about whether to call Zhuge Wanjun, when a call from Wan Jun came in.

"I’m home, oh, so you actually know each other, huh. Ah, you’re actually in Virtue City right now? Okay, come over and we’ll talk. I just happen to want you to sign something."

Fifteen minutes later, Wan Jun showed up in her little suit, high heels clicking, strolling in from the side path.

"So what exactly happened?" Zhuge Wanjun asked, curious—this was definitely an unexpected twist.

She had actually arrived during the day, just hadn’t wanted to intrude. Didn’t expect they’d actually need her that night.

And in a place she hadn’t even considered.

What Uncle Meng told her wasn’t all that detailed. She wanted to hear Wen Yan’s version.

"What else? Some guy broke through the wall, snuck in here, got himself killed by one of my neighbors, and now he wants me to just give all this stuff to him for free."

Zhuge Wanjun glanced at the tricycle, then at the boxes—she recognized immediately what they were.