After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"No fight, no acquaintance, right?" Qin He's smile grew wider. The next moment, with a "snap" sound, a slap as fast as lightning slapped Dao Buer into the sky.

Dao Buer anticipated that Qin He might attack, but underestimated Qin He's speed.

The defensive shield that had just been erected was shattered by a slap, and the person felt dizzy.

The long knife in his hand flew out of his hand in mid-air and was grabbed by Qin He, who spat at him again: "Don't think I won't hit you just because you laugh!"

After saying this, Qin He put his long sword on his shoulder and walked towards the city gate.

The malicious people who had retreated at first took a deep breath and instantly understood why Dao Buer's expression changed so quickly.

There were several groups of people, and the slap caught them off guard.

Clean and decisive, extremely fierce.

No wonder he could carry so many loot in bags and bags on his back.

In an instant, those malicious eyes became clear.

Seeing that everyone was retreating, Qin He did not stop and entered the city.

"Twelve days?"

Today's judge was replaced by a different person. It was not Bai Wuchang, but a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, a slender figure, and sinister eyes, like two sharp blades that seemed to pierce people's bones.

The strength fluctuates, and is slightly above Bai Wuchang.

Shen Gonglan, one of the prosecutors of Crime City and the deputy city lord.

Qin He naturally knew such a powerful figure and replied, "My Lord, I encountered the Fugitives' Organization outside and had a conflict, which delayed us for some time."

"Where is the Fugitives Organization?" Shen Gonglan narrowed his eyes, his narrow eyes flashing with cold light, like a coiled poisonous snake ready to bite at any time.

"To the west of the Moro River, they are very brutal and will capture anyone they see," Qin He said.

This was naturally made up by Qin He, but this place name was decided by Qin He after careful consideration.

The stronghold where Ma Da and Ma Er were rescued is across the gorge, which is the ancient path of the Moro River. Legend has it that it was changed during a great riot in the Demon Abyss and the river's course was changed.

The Moro River brushes past the gorge, and the two places are connected, but not so closely. The two places are about thirty miles apart.

Reporting Moro River's name could not only desensitize Qin He, but also serve as a subtle reminder that something was happening in that area.

With a little search of Sin City, the stronghold across the gorge can be easily found.

"Morrow River?"

Shen Gonglan's gaze paused on Qin He's face, and his eyes became obviously more scrutinizing.

"Yes." Qin He's face was calm, and naturally he would not reveal any flaws.

Shen Gonglan examined him for a long moment before slowly nodding and saying, "Go collect the reward and explain the details of the Fugitive Organization."

"Thank you, sir."

Qin He passed through the city gate and received a reward of ten spirit stones. He then told the clerk in detail what had happened.

This is naturally a carefully fabricated story, with a time and place, which cannot be falsified. In order to make the story sound more real, Qin He even went there and left some "evidence".

A word of caution makes for a long journey. Qin He always felt that crossing the gorge was not that easy.

After entering the city, Qin He went directly to Khufu Grocery Store.

Inside the shop, the first thing Hu Fu saw was not Qin He, who had a pointed and thin face and eyes full of mercenary spirit, but the bundles on his back.

It is simply spectacular and dusty.

There was also a long knife tucked under his armpit, which looked familiar.

"Oh, sir, you really have a great harvest." Khufu almost spit out a mouthful of tea from his nose and hurried up to greet him.

No matter what kind of shop it is, the first thing it lacks is customers, and the second thing it lacks is supply of goods.

"Boom bang bang..."

Qin He unloaded all the bags from under him, threw the long sword on top, and clapped his hands, saying, "Let's negotiate the price. Be honest. If you're not satisfied with the price, there won't be a next time."

"Hey, sir, you know me well. I, Hu Fu, always offer fair prices. This street is well-known to everyone." Hu Fu began to flatter himself.

"Really? But they all say you're an old profiteer." Qin He unceremoniously pulled off his fig leaf.

"Who, who said that? They are jealous and spreading rumors. Sir, please don't be fooled." Khufu said indignantly.

"Okay, okay, let's hurry up." Qin He sat down carelessly and put the spout of the teapot on the table in his mouth.

It’s so tiring to not have a storage bag. Even cultivating immortality has become boring.

"This knife?" Khufu rubbed his hands and picked up the long knife on top.

"Look familiar?"

"It's just like the last time you sold..." Khufu blurted out, and then quickly closed his mouth.

"Make an offer!" Qin He urged.

"Last time it was thirty, this time... add ten more, forty!"

"One hundred twenty!"

Qin He made an offer, and Hu Fu instinctively wanted to jump up, but then he heard Qin He say, "Dao Bu'er will come to pay for it, so you won't have trouble selling it."

"Well...deal." Khufu rolled his eyes and nodded.