I became a saint in the game

At the address given by the wretched man is a building exuding a dark atmosphere.

The entire building covers a large area, but it only has one floor, which is very different from the surrounding buildings that are almost four or five stories high.

Moreover, when all the shops in the capital were closed, this shop was still open for business, and these two lines of poetry were written on both sides of the door.

"You are well-versed in history and modern knowledge. You are so arrogant."

Although Chen Shicheng had some doubts about the authenticity of the two lines of poetry, he still breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At least the man named Zhao Si did not lie to him. Maybe he could really get some clues about the bronze piece here.

Maybe it was because he stood in front of the door and observed for too long, soon a pale man lifted the door curtain and walked out, making a gesture of invitation to him.

As Chen Shicheng passed by him, the man whispered, "You will soon know whether I am arrogant or not."

It seems that this is what I heard him talking to himself at the door.

Chen Shicheng paused and said softly, "Whether it was a mule or a horse, no one would believe it if we just say it."

After saying that, he walked directly into this ordinary-looking building.

Chen Shicheng was no stranger to this kind of place, as it had appeared in countless novels or film and television dramas. It was nothing more than an underground organization that sold intelligence.

According to his guess, the place should be full of muscular men with fat faces, but after entering, he found that the decoration here actually looked very elegant.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a hexagonal hall. In the center is a rockery that is almost as high as the house. On the top of the rockery, a clear spring has been condensed by some magic, and several waterfalls are pouring down the rockery.

At the six corners of the hall, there are six wooden doors blocked by black curtains. There seems to be a spell attached to them. Not only can no sound be heard, but even spiritual consciousness can be blocked outside.

"There's something."

Chen Shicheng looked at the layout here, nodding his head continuously, and had a glimmer of hope that he could get some clues about the bronze piece.

"Guest, this way."

The pale-faced man lifted the cloth curtain next to the door with the word "甲" written on it.

Chen Shicheng glanced inside, but it was pitch black and he could not see anything.

But he was skilled and bold. He just glanced at the expressionless man standing at the door, chuckled, and walked straight in.

His eyes flashed dark and bright, and an exquisite study room appeared in front of him. Behind the desk, there was an old man sitting there, reading bamboo slips attentively. With white hair and a beard that reached down to his chest, he looked very knowledgeable and talented.

"I've heard a lot about you. Please take a seat."

Noticing someone coming in, the old man put down the bamboo slips in his hand and spoke calmly.

"Hmm? You know me."

Looking at the old man in front of him who seemed to know him, Chen Shicheng was a little surprised.

Is this the phrase you say to everyone?

Or do you really have your own information?
The old man's appearance made him feel a little unsure of his true nature.

“He used the nameless formation to kill the elder of Dayun Temple with a wave of his hand, and single-handedly forced back the head of Damo Academy of Dayun Temple. Everyone in the capital knows about this.” The old man seemed to see through everything, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"Oh, that's something." It's not surprising to know that he forced the head of Dharma Academy to retreat. After all, there were generals and hundreds of soldiers on the scene. But the fact that Jiankong was killed outside the city is currently only circulated among the players. How did the natives know about it?
Could it be that an informant has been developed among the players?
Chen Shicheng observed the old man's eyes with interest, but didn't see anything, so he just sat on the chair opposite him.

Regardless of whether there are player informants or not, since they were able to find out these things so quickly, it seems that there are some tricks here. Maybe the copper piece issue is really possible.

He took out the copper piece and put it on the table without hesitation. "Since you know so much, do you know what this is?"

"Don't worry."

The old man didn't even look at the copper plate on the table. He covered it with a bamboo slip and said, "I believe you have known about this place before coming. The fees we charge are different according to the level of intelligence. The highest is unlimited, and the lowest is one or two taels of gold."

Chen Shicheng glanced at the gold balance on his panel that was almost in the five digits, as well as the items that almost filled up his storage compartment, and confidently tapped the table.

"We have money, let's go."

"That's good. Please forgive me for being so presumptuous."

As he spoke, the old man took out the copper piece from under the bamboo slips and looked at it over and over again.

One second. Ten seconds. One minute.
Five minutes passed and the old man still didn't speak. His brows gradually furrowed and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Can you recognize the origin of this thing?" Chen Shicheng slapped the table impatiently.

"Hey, wait a moment, sir."

The old man gave Chen Shicheng an apologetic expression, then closed his eyes. An invisible wave began to emanate, as if he was contacting someone.

After a moment, the old man let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. I now know the origin of this thing."

"Oh!"

Chen Shicheng quickly leaned forward and stared at the old man with burning eyes.

"This is a token of trust, pointing to an ancient lost paradise." The old man stroked his beard and said calmly.

".And then what?" Seeing that the old man was silent after saying this, Chen Shicheng asked hurriedly.

“And then it was gone.”

Chen Shicheng: “.”

Is this what you said about knowing the origin of this thing? This place is a scam, right?

Seeing Chen Shicheng about to take action, the old man quickly explained, "This thing is extremely rare. Only four fragments have appeared in tens of thousands of years. Countless cultivators have handled it, but they didn't find any problems. It was only a year ago that a person who returned home collected three pieces, and then some words were spread out."

"Someone got together? Who is that person? Where is he?"

Chen Shicheng didn't expect that he was not the first player who wanted to collect all the copper pieces. Someone had the same idea as him a year ago, and what was even more surprising was that that person actually collected all three pieces!
“That person just said that the copper piece was a token pointing to the paradise, and then he disappeared. No one has ever seen him since.” The old man shook his head regretfully.

"What's the difference between this and not saying anything?" Chen Shicheng was a little dissatisfied.

"However," the old man continued, panting, "Although we don't know the specific information, we know who has the same copper piece as yours. Of course, you can choose to continue asking for other information, or you can spend money to buy information about the location of the copper piece."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Chen Shicheng, indicating that he could make his own choice. (End of this chapter)