I, the tomb robber storyteller, exposed the old nine gates at the beginning

Seeing the bottom, the price for the compass has already begun.

Zhang Lin slapped the awakening wood and drew everyone's attention back to the stage.

"Everyone, I can make this compass, but you won’t be able to use it!"

"Does anyone know Zhouyi Suanjing and Qimen Dunjia?"

"If you don’t know these two basic things, the compass is just a toy for you."

"You can only use it as a compass, but it will have no further use."

After hearing this, everyone didn't go up to bid for the price.

Indeed, as Zhang Lin said, if the compass is useless in your hand, buying it is just for display.

But apart from sensible people, there are some people who like to join in the fun.

Mr. Zhao, who came to join in the fun and listen to the book that day, is still at the scene today.

And just like before, he is obviously very rich, but he doesn't want to sit in the box, but in the lobby!

At this time, when I heard Zhang Lin said that it was useless, Mr. Zhao immediately said:"You, a storyteller, have money but don't make it, so you actually push it to other places?"

"Don't worry about whether I can use this compass. Since you can make it, I want to buy it."

"So, one million pieces, will you sell them?!"

Hiss— when they heard this price, many people took a breath.

One million to buy a compass that is not needed is really a lot of money!

Zhang Lin has made it clear that the compass is useless for everyone to buy. It can only be a decoration.

But Mr. Zhao is still willing to spend one million to buy it.

What else can people do if they don’t have too much money?

Zhang Lin looked at the arrogant Mr. Zhao in the audience and didn’t find this person annoying at all.

A man who only knows how to give money. How could you hate Tiehanhan?

The more Zhang Lin looked at him, the cuter he became, after all, his whole body was glowing with golden light!

So Zhang Lin said without any reserve:"Sold!"

"Please ask Mr. Zhao to find the manager of Sanqingyuan to settle the bill."

As soon as Zhang Lin finished speaking, the beautiful manager of Sanqingyuan jumped out of nowhere. She was swaying her waist and actually had a credit card machine in her hand!

Mr. Zhao was put on the string and looked at it. Zhang Lin glanced at it and took out his card and swiped it.

"One million yuan has arrived!"

Zhang Lin's cell phone immediately heard a machine notification sound.

Seeing that the business was done, Zhang Lin immediately patted the tree and prepared to continue his story.

Only Mr. Zhao looked confused, and finally couldn't help asking:"Oh , that Mr. Storyteller!"

"I've paid the money, when will you deliver the goods? Zhang

Linze said thoughtfully:"I'm not sure about the time. After all, you've seen it. I said I'm quite busy with studying.""

"Whenever you have time, do it later."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhao almost yelled in anger.

One million was spent, but there was no delivery time?

Zhang Lin saw this and said with great interest:"Does Mr. Zhao want to return the goods? ?"

"I see that you are wealthy and have a glowing face. It doesn’t seem like you can’t afford to wait, right? Mr.

Zhao had no choice but to grit his teeth and said:"I will definitely not return the goods. This one million is nothing.""

"Then please ask Mr. Zhang to make it as soon as possible when you have free time."

"After all, everyone wants to see what the actual compass looks like!

Zhang Lin smiled,"That's natural!""

Then he ignored Mr. Zhao and continued to tell the story.

……

"Chen Pi Asi estimated that it would take an entire night for the Miao people to come back and forth."

"With his ability, he should be able to find the entrance to Jing'er Palace and walk back and forth."

"He walked aimlessly in the jungle for four hours, relying on the compass and his courage to travel all over the world over the years."

"Chen Pi Asi finally came to the area he planned on Wofo Ridge, which is the ruins of the temple around the pagoda!"

"After climbing over a hill, he suddenly froze"

"All he saw was a huge stone tower, lying at the base of the hill in front of him."

"The tower is probably hexagonal, majestic, with dense eaves and wide beams."

"Use a knife to scrape away the moss and twining plants on it. The relief stone carvings on the tower are very exquisite."

"But it's obvious that this tower has been burned. There are black burn marks on all parts. It may be that there was a fire."

"At this time, Chen Pi Asi could no longer care about much. He lit a fire and pretended that he was lost."

"I want to wait a while before being found by the Miao people, so I can have something to say."

"Then based on intuition, I started digging holes close to the base of the tower."

"Soon he dug out the roof of the underground palace. It was not made of stone, but a wooden roof made of the entire trunk of bent wood cut into squares."

"Chen Pi Ah Si was so happy that he cut off a corner with a wire saw. The withered wood fell into the underground palace. Soon there was a sound of falling to the ground. He hurriedly shined a flashlight into it!"

"The structure of Jing'er Palace is symmetrical from top to bottom, that is to say, for as many floors of towers as there are above, there should be as many floors of underground palaces below, so the underground palace is extremely deep."

"Looking from the top down, there are no floors between each floor, and the bottom is completely dark."

"When I shined my flashlight, there was a white mist. I really couldn’t tell what it was!"

"Chen Pi's Si couldn't help but think of what those Miao people said about monsters living under the tower, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried."

"But this trace of worry was fleeting, and his head was now filled with heat and blood."

"I also felt it and felt that the air in the underground palace was fine, so I put my feet on the roof of the bentwood palace, used an upside-down golden hook, and fell headfirst into the underground palace, with all my strength on my two feet!"

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