radicalducati Chapter 420 The Little Conman Brought Along by the Master Conman
Chapter 420 The Little Conman Brought Along by the Master Conman
Chapter 420 The Little Conman Brought Along by the Master Conman
"Ah Qiu Qiu!"
Ye Nanxiao sneezed, then looked quite puzzled.
"Strategist, what's wrong?" the demon spirit walking beside Ye Nanxiao asked.
"What the hell? Why would a soul like me suddenly feel like sneezing? Can souls catch colds too?" Ye Nanxiao rubbed his nose, then fixed his gaze on his fair palm.
The lines on the palm are exceptionally clear, indistinguishable from the actual object.
"Maybe your sneezing isn't because of a cold or anything, but because someone is thinking of you? Strategist, didn't you say that sneezing for no reason means someone is thinking of you?" The demon nudged Ye Nanxiao's clothes with her elbow, the force was very light.
Ye Nanxiao rolled his eyes at the demon spirit. This was a world a thousand years ago, before his own wives had even been born. What kind of person wanted to see him?
"Don't even think that it's those muscle-bound brutes from Di Tian missing me! I can't bear their longing that could break steel!" Ye Nanxiao waved his hand and said.
"Those two muscle-headed Bear King and Red King probably don't care about the strategist. The Demon King would love to stay away from us. As for the boss, he's probably either on his cultivation path or in cultivation. Could it be one of those little demons from the newly joined Fleece Rabbit Tribe?" The demon spirit said, the curve of his mouth becoming more and more perverse.
Although the demon spirit wore a half-smiling mask, obscuring its expression, Ye Nanxiao could imagine the demon spirit's lewd expression at that moment.
After several months of training, the demon spirit is now able to perfectly integrate into human society by behaving like an ordinary human. However, its inherent nature—its liking for hanging upside down—has not yet been changed.
"Your boss misses me? If he wants me to go back and take over the organization for him, he'll be busy making me work overtime all day long. No way!" Ye Nanxiao shook his head.
"That's impossible, is it the boss?" the demon spirit said jokingly.
The demon's joke stunned Ye Nanxiao for a moment.
Gu Yuena?
Ye Nanxiao then smiled and said, "What do you mean by 'boss'? That's an awful way to address someone. He's our big boss! Give him the kind of imposing title a boss should have."
"Call him the big boss!"
The demon spirit's eyes flashed with disdain. "Strategist, your naming skills aren't much better!"
"Tsk!" Ye Nanxiao clicked his tongue. This little demon spirit actually dared to mock his naming skills? How could you possibly understand his art?
"But then again, never mind, Gu Yuena probably hasn't developed human emotions yet. You're overthinking it," Ye Nanxiao thought to himself.
But when Ye Nanxiao thought of Gu Yuena's human emotions, he felt a momentary flutter in his heart.
He really wanted to meet Gu Yue and Na'er, who were Gu Yue and Na'er's two personalities after they gained human emotions, especially Na'er, who had a soft and cute personality.
When the adorable and cute meets the aloof Silver Dragon King, the scene is so intense it could instantly annihilate Ye Fox.
Who can resist a normally aloof and mature woman turning into a spoiled and affectionate one?
"Hehehe!" Ye Nanxiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Strategist, your smile is so wicked!" The demon spirit subtly moved two steps away from Ye Nanxiao, afraid of being infected.
"Get out of here! Get out today's tools! Find a good spot!" Ye Nanxiao wiped his mouth and realized he was a soul.
"Sigh, I'm just a tool!" The demon spirit took out a wooden box from the storage soul tool in her belt and opened it in a good corner.
Inside the large box were small wooden components. By connecting all the components together, a small table and a small flag were assembled.
The spirit spread a tablecloth with many patterns on the small table, and the chess pieces had four eye-catching characters written on them: "Fortune Telling, Please."
Ye Nanxiao pulled over a small stool and sat down next to the little flag, skillfully crossing his legs.
The demon spirit put on a pair of small black glasses, sat casually behind a small table, one hand holding two iron balls and the other making a hand seal, looking exactly like a fortune teller.
Ye Nanxiao didn't wear the black glasses; he simply used his soul power to blur his face.
The two had barely set up their stall when they attracted a lot of attention.
Feeling the gazes of the crowd, the demon spirit felt a surge of excitement; he loved the feeling of being the center of attention.
"The strategist's method really works! I didn't expect that we would become the focus of attention on this street as soon as we arrived."
Ye Nanxiao held a book belonging to this era in his hand, glanced at the demon spirit, and said, "That's because we're offering it for free."
On the tablecloth in front of the small table, the words "Free" are written in large letters.
These two words seemed to possess a magical power, attracting the attention of most pedestrians on the street.
"That's not important! What's important is that I'm the boss of this stall! Shining Point belongs to me, Shadow Immortal!" the demon spirit snorted.
"Learning is one thing, playing is another. It's fine to learn from your master, but don't try to copy all the shining points that belong to your master. Otherwise, you'll only learn the surface and lack the inner essence to support you," Ye Nanxiao said, looking at the narcissistic demon spirit.
After all, Ye Nanxiao's narcissism was supported by his physical attributes: a naturally beautiful, smooth, and radiant face, which was the favorite of the women in his family.
According to the two owners, it was more energetic than jelly.
"You're so vain, strategist! When are you going to show your face and let everyone see how stunning you are?" The demon spirit spoke with a hint of cunning.
"Excuse me, sir, is everything here really free?" an elderly woman carrying a shopping basket asked as she approached.
No matter the era or country, mystical and fantastical things are always popular, especially for soul masters who have awakened predictive martial souls. They are practically blessed with a natural talent and can easily make a living wherever they go.
People tend to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune; this is the norm for everyone, even the most devoted martial arts fanatics. Just like when Ye Nanxiao successfully tricked Ji Juechen, the sword fanatic knew he had been fooled, but he just couldn't see through Ye Nanxiao's tricks.
Meanwhile, the master swindler Ye Fox is currently mentoring his only apprentice, Little Swindler.
"Ma'am, you're here! Please have a seat. My shop operates with integrity, and all the paperwork is done legally. I have all the valid licenses. In other words, you can believe that ten out of ten fortune-telling stalls in the city are fake, but my stall is absolutely legitimate! Don't you believe me? I even have the permits from Kunshan City!"
The demon spewed out indistinct words like a machine gun, while simultaneously conjuring a thick stack of license plates in its hand as if by magic.
The old lady was also stunned. She had lived for so many years and had seen many fortune-telling stalls, but none of them were as talkative as this young man in front of her.
"This, this?" The old woman looked down at the photograph that the demon spirit had stuffed into her palm. There was a large official seal on the lower left corner, and the location marked on the seal was indeed Kunshan City.
"Wow! It really is the seal of the Lord of Kunshan City!" the old woman exclaimed in surprise.
This exclamation immediately attracted the attention of the passersby who were already looking forward to watching the spectacle.
Seeing more people arrive, the demon spirit was overjoyed. "Now I can really hone my observation and communication skills!"
The demon subtly surveyed the crowd that had gathered around, using the details it observed to subtly change its manner of speaking. This immediately impressed several passersby, who thought they had truly encountered a fortune teller with predictive abilities.
The masses spread gossip very quickly. In the time it took the demon to convince a few passersby, the news of this free fortune-telling stall spread throughout the surrounding streets.
The demon was delighted, a smile playing on its lips, exuding a wicked charm. The people queuing in front of the stall weren't just older women, but also quite a few lively young girls.
Of course, not everyone can understand the allure of spirits.
"Sir, may I ask how much this costs?" A pretty young woman, dressed in a style reminiscent of the martial arts world, asked Ye Nanxiao, who was acting as a material-handling assistant with his eyes closed.
Seeing that Ye Nanxiao did not show his true face and was doing chores in silence, she thought he was a servant. However, she thought the servant had a really good figure.
The demon glanced at Ye Nanxiao, who was handing him a wrench to deal with the disobedient person, and suddenly remembered that there were people waiting for Ye Nanxiao to return to his home base, the Lake of Life. He immediately shook his head.
If you sell out your strategist, you'll never be able to go back.
In less than half a day, the demon spirit's fortune-telling stall had become a hot topic in this bustling city.
As Ye Nanxiao watched the demon spirit's increasingly skilled movements, if his initial goal hadn't been to train the demon spirit's observation skills, he would have truly believed that the demon spirit's primary job was a fortune teller.
In the bustling city, entertainment is always the top priority, and the spirit's identity at this time also makes it vulnerable to attacks from its peers.
"Sir, you're the Immortal in Shadows, aren't you? You seem to be quite a remarkable person. Perhaps you could give this old man a look?" Several old men, dressed as fortune tellers with white hair and youthful faces, surrounded the demon spirit's stall.
"No problem, no problem. May I ask what you gentlemen would like to know?" the demon spirit asked, while its gaze swept over the old men in front of it.
Ye Nanxiao glanced up at the old men, and in just one glance, he saw through their disguises and the crowd that was being dispersed.
"Looks like we've stepped on their coattails by not charging them," Ye Nanxiao said casually.
Even after Ye Nanxiao saw through their ruse, the old men weren't embarrassed. They still smiled and said, "Young friend, why don't we change our positions? It would be better for both of us. We're all from the same business, you know what I know, so there's no need for a contest, right?" The big-nosed old man in the middle took out a white book from his pocket. On the top of the book were the four large characters "Divination Manifests".
"Oh? What is this thing?" the spirit asked curiously.
"Young friend, why don't you let this old Taoist priest do your fortune telling?" the big-nosed old man said, opening the book in his hand.
The white book was opened, and Ye Nanxiao's gaze was immediately drawn to it, staring intently at the white book in the big-nosed old man's hand.
He sensed a faint fluctuation of soul power on the book, but this fluctuation was different from the fluctuation when a soul master unleashed their soul power. In other words, this white book was a soul tool from this era.
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