I looked at the phone hesitantly, but then I thought about it, even if it means turning back, even if the other party doesn't agree, or even if it's humiliating in every possible way, this call must be made, because this may be Wang Chuan's only chance.
I called the masked man's number.
The phone rang for a while before he picked up.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"I'm Wu Fan."
"I know, what's the matter?"
He was very straightforward, and he didn't even sound angry or impatient, nor did he even mean to be sarcastic or deliberately make things difficult.
"Before, you said you would help me contact Yin Yang Pawnshop.
Do you have that contact information?"
I asked straight to the point.
"Yes, you still think about the sword entering the spirit.
You are a bit ridiculous.
When you become a living Buddha, you don't want anything.
You actually give up the living Buddha and think about the sword entering the spirit."
He said with a sneer.
"Everyone has his or her own ambitions.
I'm not interested in the position of a living Buddha, and I may not be able to get there," I said.
"If you don't even try, how do you know you can't get up?"
he asked.
"Forget it, I've already made a decision, so I won't talk about this anymore.
Please give me the contact information of Yin Yang Pawn Shop later."
Then the other party suddenly became silent.
The call was connected, but the masked man made no sound.
I thought he had put the phone aside.
I said, "Hey, hey, are you still here?
Why don't you speak?"
"That's not right."
He suddenly said.
"What's wrong?"
I was secretly surprised.
"You must have encountered something more urgent than Sword Spirit, otherwise you wouldn't have bothered to come to me again to ask for my contact information."
He thought for a while and said with a confident tone.
My heart was pounding.
This bastard reacted so quickly, but I definitely couldn't admit it.
I took a deep breath and said, "You can really relate.
I am just fascinated by swords.
I suddenly remembered this, so I I called you to ask."
"Forget it, I decided not to tell you.
You can go find it yourself."
He suddenly changed his tune, then sneered and said, "But I guarantee you won't find the place, hahaha."
Dududu, this bastard hung up the phone.
"Hey, hey, hey" I felt itchy with hatred for this bastard.
I called back again, but after one ring, it said the phone was busy.
I guessed that he had blocked me, so I tried to send him a text message.
The content of the text message was: You are a businessman, tell me your contact information, and I will give you money.
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You tell me how much you want.
Then ten seconds later, under my huge expectation, the phone shook, and he replied: I want 10 billion, bring it.
I really want to say that I can do more than one billion at a time, just masturbating a few more times is enough.
I kept saying "Mom sells batches" in my mouth, but I didn't say it out loud.
There were two women next to me, and I knew that he must not care about money.
I sighed and edited the text message: How can you give me your contact information?
Then after a while, he gave the answer: It's very simple, you go to the Golden Urn to draw lots, and I will tell you your contact information.
What on earth does this bastard want to do?
Why must I participate in the Golden Urn Drawing Lots?
Does he want me to become a living Buddha and then become his puppet?
If so, I won’t do it.
Besides, he also knows how powerful I am.
He had a fight, and he was shocked enough by me.
Looking at Sissi's pitiful pleading eyes, I replied to him: OK.
After a while, he came over with a contact number and said: There is also a reception desk for them in Lhasa.
After saying this sentence, I was completely confused.
Did he also know our whereabouts and that we were in Lhasa?
My face looks a little ugly.
We ran out secretly and took the Sichuan-Tibet line temporarily.
How could he know that?
"Xiaofan, don't think so much, saving people is more important."
Yuelan seemed to see my worries.
I nodded and dialed the contact's phone number.
After three rings, the other party picked up: "Hello, hello."
"Hello, I was introduced here by a friend and would like to discuss some business."
"Who introduced me?"
The other party was very cautious.
"The masked man at Dafeng Tea House."
"Well, what is it for?"
he continued to ask.
"I have two swords, and I want to find two sword spirits."
"Where are you now?"
The other party must have finished checking the information, so he asked me.
"Lhasa."
"When you go to the Potala Palace in Lhasa, at twelve o'clock, there will be a van parked at the entrance.
I will give you the license plate number.
You can just get on the bus when the time comes."
"OK."
Then the other party hung up the phone.
I directly carried Wang Chuan on my back, and then reached the roadside.
It must have been terrible now.
Wang Chuan was a dead man now, and no one would dare to take us if we wanted to stop the car.
But I didn't expect to see a big truck.
We couldn't sit in the front, so we had to squat in the back.
Moreover, we only negotiated a price, and the driver didn't even look at it before letting us get in the truck.
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At twelve o'clock at noon, I was carrying Wang Chuan on my back, while Yue Lan and Qian Qian were on guard at the edge, just in case.
After all, I was carrying a dead man on my back.
Once I was discovered, I would be asked to explain the situation to the bureau.
Then he found the van, followed the signal for the man to come, and met the driver.
The driver directly asked us to get in the car and took us away.
Then after turning out, he turned around and said: "There is a hood on the seat, you should put it on, this is the rule."
We looked at each other, and then each took a black cloth hood and put it on.
It was invisible to the naked eye, but it was very breathable and it would not be difficult to breathe.
Qian Qian also set one up for Wang Chuan.
But it was the same whether I was wearing it or not.
When the driver saw that we were all wearing them, he even used the rearview mirror to look at us while driving.
Then he drove us around the city of Lhasa, even several times on some roads.
For people who can't see it, this will give people the illusion that the drive is very far, and it keeps turning left and right.
But as I can sense, he is completely fooling himself What made me vomit blood was that the driver actually drove the car back to the entrance of the Potala Palace, and then did not stop, but drove into an alley next to the entrance.
I was secretly surprised.
It was so damn cunning.
Who would have thought that this joint was right next to the entrance.
He took us out for more than half an hour and then brought us back.
Isn’t this a waste of gas money?
Not far after entering, the car entered a garage, then rolled up the door and closed it.
After locking it up, the whole car began to sink, and I found that the car was inside a lift.
After going down for about a few meters, the lift stopped and the driver turned to us and said, "We're here."
He got out of the car and opened the door for us.
I took off the hood, and then hugged Wang Chuan directly, while Yue Lan and Qian Qian followed behind.
This is an underground chamber that should be built near the Potala Palace.
I don’t know why it was built here.
There was plenty of light in the secret room.
We headed towards the front of the car.
It was a square passage.
In the middle of the passage, there were four big men smoking there.
When they saw us, they looked up and down with fierce eyes.
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