Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

286 It is difficult to accumulate merit

The leader of the Qinglong Gang, Hong Qinglong, is a fat man with squinty eyes. He sits with his legs crossed on a big chair covered with tiger skin, hugging five beautiful women on his left and right.

Xing San's urgent roar disturbed Hong Qinglong's interest.

He frowned, and the fat on his face trembled three times. "What are you arguing about? In this chaotic place, besides the Black Tiger Gang looking for trouble, what else could be more serious than this gang leader playing with a beauty?"

Xing San slid to his knees, his face pale. "Boss, this is a big deal, bigger than the Black Tiger Gang! A great Buddha has come to our land!"

Hong Qinglong became even more displeased upon hearing this and angrily shouted, "How dare you talk like that! Besides this gang leader, who else is worthy of calling himself a Buddha here?"

He, Hong Qinglong, thanks to his kind face and round body, as well as the absolute strength of a mid-stage war saint, is known outside as the Smiling Buddha Qinglong.

No one dares to call himself a Buddha in front of him!

"Hey, boss, please take a look."

Xing San was so anxious that he was about to cry. He knelt down and moved to Hong Qinglong's side, handing him all the pieces of paper Qin Youyou had given him.

Hong Qinglong narrowed his eyes and took over: "You'd better pray that it's really a big deal, otherwise... hehe."

He lifted the business card and saw the three characters "He Xinxin". He was about to sneer at the ugly handwriting, even worse than his three-year-old child's...

Suddenly, the pupils dilated sharply.

"This……"

A beautiful woman came over curiously and said, "Master, what are you looking at? Let me see it too."

"Pa!" He was slapped unexpectedly on the face.

"Boss..." She widened her beautiful eyes and looked at Hong Qinglong, who had always loved her, in disbelief.

Hong Qinglong growled, "If you don't want to die, don't look!"

The flashes of swords and shadows in these words could easily kill any cultivator below the War Sect level! Even he, a mid-stage War Saint, felt a turbulent wave in his spiritual sea after only glancing at the three words "He Xinxin"!

He quickly sat up straight, waved away the aggrieved beauties, and calmed himself down.

He didn't dare to look at the business card again. With a serious expression, he searched for another piece of paper called a poster.

"Hmm? Where's the poster?"

"Boss, it's in your neck. I moved too much just now and accidentally got it stuck." Xing San hurried forward, turned over the eight layers of flesh on Hong Qinglong's neck, and finally found the poster stuck inside.

Hong Qinglong wiped his hands, held the poster, closed his eyes first, adjusted his mind, and then carefully opened his eyes a little.

The next moment, he stood up from his seat.

My whole body is shaking like I'm having an epileptic seizure.

The poster shows tall buildings, shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland. A stream of white mist-like spiritual dragons weaves through the tall buildings...

His mind was almost sucked in! He wished he could live inside, swallowing up the spiritual energy in order to reach a higher realm!

No, he can’t look at it any longer. If he looks any further, he will be immersed in it and won’t be able to extricate himself!

With trembling hands, he hurriedly turned the poster over, fearing that his mind would fall into it and he would not be able to wake up.

"Third brother, what is this? Where does it come from? Who is He Xinxin?" Hong Qinglong asked anxiously.

Xing San hurried forward and recounted in vivid detail what he had seen and heard today.

When hearing that He Xinxin was just a teenage girl without any spiritual power, Hong Qinglong shuddered.

"Fool! How dare a real mortal girl set foot in this land? She is so rampant, her strength must be so extraordinary that it is terrifying!"

"Ah?" Xing San was so scared that he fell to the ground.

I just felt a little scared and a chill ran down my back.

"It's good that you offended her, but she didn't take it as an offense. Instead, she gave you this business card and poster. It's obvious that she wants to do business properly..."

Xing San took two deep breaths and nodded repeatedly, comforting himself: "Yes, yes, yes, this great man will definitely not share my views."

"Then Boss, what should we do now?"

"What should we do? Of course we should offer whatever the Buddha wants!" Hong Qinglong's heart was shaking with excitement.

In this chaotic plain, there are hundreds of gangs, and his Qinglong Gang is the most powerful and ranks second.

The number one Black Tiger Gang has always been a thorn in his heart.

But if he could get close to the powerful He Xinxin, wouldn't his Qinglong Gang be able to swallow up the Black Tiger Gang?

Hong Qinglong narrowed his eyes. He was able to reach his current position precisely because he was good at judging people and even better at understanding situations.

The arrival of this Great Buddha He Xinxin must be God’s help to him!

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"Xinxin, I always feel that your idea is difficult to implement." Wei Ji thought about it carefully with his not-so-bright brain and felt that it was a fantasy.

Chu Kuangfeng also agreed: "Don't overestimate human nature."

Doing real estate in a chaotic place, building and selling houses?

How is it possible? Those bold lunatics can do anything. A house built during the day might be demolished by the pink-eye disease at night!

There are no laws to constrain them in this area!

Seeing how worried they were, Qin Youyou lost her confidence.

She was just a college student and hadn't been in this strange world for long. Perhaps, she was really thinking too naively?

Suddenly, golden words appeared before my eyes.

It's a message talisman!

"We are the Qinglong Gang. We all want to own our own house. We hope you will come and build it. The price is negotiable."

Qin Youyou's eyes lit up: "See! I said it can be done!"

Wei Ji and Chu Kuangfeng looked at each other, both stunned.

Did it really work? So smoothly?

Something's wrong?

"Be careful of fraud."

"Yes, perhaps they want to trick us into going to the Qinglong Gang's territory and eat us alive."

The words woke Qin Youyou up from her dream, and she was also a little scared.

You know, she is not alone now. The lives of many mercenary brothers are tied to her. She can't drag them into the sea of ​​fire.

"Then... ignore him?"

Wei Ji nodded: "Ignore it for now, wait and see, and then find another way."

Chu Kuangfeng thought for a moment and said, "I just heard on the road that there's an old man on Misfortune Street who's extremely accurate in fortune-telling. He's well-known to everyone in this area. If we bribe him and get him to spread some rumors, maybe we can do business!"

"Good idea!" Qin Youyou immediately applauded.

No wonder Uncle Chu is the head of the group and my uncle can only be the deputy head. Head of the group Chu is much smarter than my uncle.

The mercenaries were all settled in the inn. Qin Youyou took Xiao Feiyun and Wei Ji to look for the old man.

Doom Street.

Tiandao sat in front of the stall, half-closed his eyes, his beard twitching: "If you're passing by, take a look, you can't ask for money!"

That time, Qin Youyou kowtowed to him for no reason, which shortened his lifespan by half. His 400 million clones went to the lower realm and worked hard day and night. He accumulated enough merits and finally gained back his lifespan.

But he couldn't stop, he wanted to accumulate more merit for himself, and more...

In case my aunt has another seizure, I kowtow to him.

In this chaotic land, his clone plays the role of a fortune teller, guiding the wicked to do good through mysterious prophecies, thereby accumulating merits.

Business was average today, probably because he charged too much, one gold coin for each fortune telling. In this chaotic place with poor people everywhere, not many people could afford a fortune telling. But since this was the price of karma, he had to accept it.

It’s difficult, it’s difficult to accumulate some merits.

Suddenly, a bare hand reached out in front of him and slapped a gold coin: "Uncle, tell me your fortune."