I have a room in Huangquan

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The only thing I can see is a majestic and majestic pass standing in front of me.

"That's it, let's go!"

The bad old man let go of his hand and walked up the path.

While walking, looking at the muddy gravel road, he couldn't help shaking his head helplessly: "When you came here before, you couldn't get up the steps alone, but then a thief came from nowhere and stole all the steps. gone!"

"Steal all the steps? Are you poor and crazy!"

Ding Xiaoyi followed behind, complaining in his heart.

But after thinking about it, I felt a little embarrassed. I didn't even let the stone tablet go, so it wasn't much better.

But being able to run here and cast the steps is not for nothing, so he asked curiously in his heart, "What happened to that little thief?"

"after……"

The bad old man frowned, shook his head and didn't answer him.

I don't know if he didn't want to say it, or he didn't know.

While the two were talking, they had already walked under the city gate, under the closed gate, and the two of them stood there, as insignificant as ants.

Ding Xiaoyi raised his head and looked carefully, only to see that on the gate of the city, there were three words [City of Dead Death] written on it.

"Wonderful City! What did you bring me here for??"

When he saw these three words, his heart tightened, and the first thought in his mind was thinking of his grandfather.

According to the legend of the Xia people, the City of Dead Death is the focus of people's destination. Before entering reincarnation, people will be left in the City of Dead Death.

Then my grandfather, will he be in it too!

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi's mind suddenly became complicated.

"Om~~"

The door in front of him slightly opened a gap, and a cloud of smoke gushed out along the door.

Some shadows could be vaguely seen behind the crack of the door, as if the city was very lively.

"Let's go, I brought you here today to meet someone and pick up some things by the way."

After saying that, the old man led him forward.

With blue bricks and stone tiles, the buildings in front of you all give people a gloomy feeling.

Although Ding Xiaoyi was confused about why the bad old man brought him here today, he still followed him closely.

Some shadows gradually began to solidify and become clear, and in a blink of an eye, they seemed to be living people, shuttling around him.

From time to time, he cast a weird look on himself.

"It's here, you go in by yourself, how much you take is up to you, anyway, you don't come to this place often, the more the better!"

Ding Xiaoyi raised his head and looked at the place in front of him, suddenly his expression became strange, and he looked back at the old man.

"Get something here?? Are you sure I can get it out??"

In the huge hall in front of you, there is a line of big characters "Fengdu Tiandi Bank" written on the plaque

To put it bluntly, my own money was issued by others, but I am not dead yet, so where did I get the money from the bank?

Is it possible to let yourself grab it?

"Just feel free to go in and get it, someone has already saved it for you!"

Someone save it for me?

Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help thinking of his grandfather. Apart from his grandfather, he couldn't think of anyone else who could help him arrange all the money after death so properly.

Although he was dubious in his heart, he still walked towards the gate of the bank.

As soon as he entered the gate, he saw a black lump of flesh that rolled out of nowhere and landed at his feet.

The meatball paused, stretched out its limbs, and poked out its own hands, feet and head.

With big black eyes and sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, at first glance he thought it was a big horse monkey.

"A distinguished guest is coming, dare to ask whether to deposit or withdraw."

Da Mahou had a thick account book in his hand, and looked at Ding Xiaoyi with a flattering expression.

Ding Xiaoyi took a closer look at the big horse monkey, cleared his throat and said, "I'll withdraw the money!"

As he said that, he did not forget to take a sneak peek at the ledger in Da Mahou's hand.

As a result, the account book was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything.

Big Horse Monkey nodded, holding the ledger and scanning it: "Ding Xiaoyi...um...yes, yes, come here!"

After saying "Come here", I saw the palace in front of me shifting, as if the whole palace came alive, I didn't move at all, but the houses in front of me jumped past me one by one.

It didn't come to a complete stop until it stopped in front of a gate.

"Master, look up!"

As soon as Wangcai reminded him, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help raising his head to watch online.

I saw a wooden sign hanging on the gate, and my name was actually written on it.

At this time, the big horse monkey sticks out its slender tongue, inserts it into the keyhole, twists the tongue twice, and the door lock is opened.

Pushing open the stone door, he saw a large wooden box neatly placed in front of him in the huge room.

"These boxes..."

Ding Xiaoyi recognized at a glance that these big wooden boxes were exactly the same as those in his own home.

The only difference is that there are seals on these boxes, with the words Ding Xiaoyi's personal seal written on them.

Chapter 268: Entrust

A mouthful of large wooden boxes were neatly placed in front of him.

what's in the box

He didn't know, but when he looked at the handwriting on the box, his eye sockets became moist for a moment.

"grandfather!"

I should have thought a long time ago that, except for the old man, no one would think of leaving so much wealth for such a disappointing grandson as myself.

Inheritance in reality is not important to me at all.

No one can take away what the old man left for him.

Carefully tear off the seal, and when the box is opened, one sees Ming notes neatly placed in the box.

It was a thick box, and the ghost money inside was probably enough for me to spend profligately for a long time.

After hesitating for a while, Ding Xiaoyi didn't move the money inside immediately.

Instead, he asked Wangcai: "If you had such a large amount of wealth, what would you use it for?"

Wangcai couldn't help thinking about this question for a long time.

In other words, he was thinking about what his master was thinking.

Before, I was worried about not having enough ghost money, but now I found that there were too many ghost money to use up.

After pondering for a while, Wangcai tentatively said: "Master, Mingchao is a good thing, and a good thing should be used wisely. Look at the Mitu Mansion, there are many second-level members who are savages, but the first-level members are very poor." At least, we should use Mingchao to speed up our development!"

During the period of the Lost Mansion, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has developed through expansion.

But the vast majority are second-level members, and the first-level members are not enough, or they have not reached the level of mutual contact with each other.

Right now, many people need ghost money.

For example, Ge Erdan's ancestor express project can solve many problems. Don't forget that in Paradise Island, this guy has started to re-operate a business with his own encouragement.

Although there is not much money, some pharmaceutical resources are scarce on Paradise Island. If Ding Xiaoyi is willing to use Mingchao to become the mainstream currency among first-level members.

Then I believe that the Lost Mansion will develop to a terrifying level within one year, or even two years.

The idea of ​​Wangcai is good, and it needs to urgently accelerate the development of Lost Mansion.

At this time, with the imminent war and the change of power, it is not an exaggeration to say that there are internal and external troubles.

It's a bad time for the league and the union.

But for the Lost Mansion, this is an excellent opportunity to make a fortune in silence.

If this opportunity is missed, if the Lost Mansion wants to develop again, it must be careful about the detection of the trade union and the alliance. If it is not careful, it will be obliterated in the cradle.

So Wangcai is asking Ding Xiaoyi for money.

Ding Xiaoyi nodded his head as he accepted Wangcai's opinion. Lost Mansion really needs to continue to develop.

I need ears and minions.

If you want to be happy and happy, it is not enough to have no strength and no capital.

So Ding Xiaoyi did some calculations, and directly let the meat balls be swallowed into three large wooden boxes, and the money inside was enough to last the Mitu Mansion for a while.

After withdrawing the money, Ding Xiaoyi turned around and walked out of the warehouse.

The big horse monkey was waiting outside.

Seeing that Ding Xiaoyi came out, he wrote a few times on the account book, as if he knew how much money he had taken out, but it was a pity that the account book was so gray that he couldn't see clearly what was recorded.

After walking out of the bank gate, the bad old man stood outside waiting for him.

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi coming out, he asked with a smile, "How much did you take?"

"Not much, enough!"

There are three boxes, the money inside is scary, but compared to the money in the treasury, it is just a drop in the bucket.

"Are these left by my grandfather?"

Ding Xiaoyi was very curious, how much did his grandfather leave for him, how did he manage so much money?

If it is said that he made money from a bet with a fool, he would not believe it even if he was killed.

Don't say that my grandfather is not a gambler, even if he is a gambler, it is impossible to win so much.

"You ask me, I don't know where to go, I don't know your grandpa!"

The bad old man curled his lips, unwilling to say more on this topic, and took Ding Xiaoyi forward: "Follow me to meet someone later, do her a favor, and I owe you a favor."

"I owe you a favor? Then can you help me find my grandfather in the city of death?"

The City of Death is too big. What he sees right now is already so big that it has no borders. The place farther behind seems to be superimposed with layers of space. He doesn't know how big it is.

But if he wanted to find his grandfather here, he might be looking for a needle in a haystack.

I don't know if my grandfather is here, but if I can find it, I really want to take him back to Chaimu's new residence.

Please leave this kind of thing to the bad old man, I believe he should have a way.

The bad old man didn't hesitate, and he nodded readily and agreed: "Yes!"

While the two were talking, they came to the door of a small courtyard.

The two girls in front of the courtyard seemed to be waiting for them.

The bad old man led the way forward, but Ding Xiaoyi paused in front of the door: "Don't you need to submit the door invitation?"

"No, this is not a private land, and public land does not need door posts."

Ding Xiaoyi nodded, keeping this information in his heart. At the same time, he thought of his new chaimu house. He was afraid that it was private land, so he would have enough power.

Thinking about it, Ge Erdan said that his boss was building a building, and he was afraid that he was using public land.

He followed up and asked: "How can we distinguish what is private land and what is public land?"

The bad old man frowned and didn't have time to speak.

But he heard a female voice that sounded like a silver bell and said for him: "There is no selfless land under the Hades, and there is no sky above the secluded mountains. Although it is not absolute, who can have a private house in the Netherland, that is an incredible wealth! "

Ding Xiaoyi followed the sound and saw a woman in white behind a screen.

"Ahem! The man brought it here. If you want to say it, hurry up. I want to take him back to eat elbows!"