After the phone was connected, there was a sound of music similar to the customer service phone call. A few seconds later, the voice prompted Ding Ling to choose a problem.

Ding Ling knew that this was a trap. Only after answering the correct code correctly would there be a next prompt. When he reported the code in Mandarin with a straightforward word, the voice prompt rang again, but this time he was asked to enter the area code of his province.

After entering the area code, he quickly reported an address to him on the phone, and at the same time, his mobile phone also received a text message.

Provincial capital, Flower and Bird Market, No. 133 Antique Street.

With his cell phone in hand, Ding Ling went out to take a taxi to the flower and bird market.

The Flower and Bird Market is located in Xicheng District, the provincial capital, near Kuiguang Temple. It is the place where the elderly in the provincial capital is the most concentrated. The two streets of the flower and bird market and the antique shop on the street are enough to allow those boring old men to spend a day here. If you are tired of shopping, there are countless teahouses waiting for the trip.

When I arrived at No. 133, where the address was located, Ding Ling saw that this was an antique shop that was so bad that it was almost impossible to open. The whole shop was only about twenty square meters, with the shop in front and the place where people lived. The shop shelves were randomly placed with vases of invisible age, and under the glass counter were some ancient coins and bronzes that were obviously used to fool people.

An old man in his fifties and sixties was lying on a chair behind the counter and was napping.

Ding Ling was stunned for a moment, and he looked up at the door number again.

Young man, if something happens, the old man half-squinted his eyes and moved the small fan a little away with his feet.

Even though there were ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past, Ding Ling still asked: Well, I'm here to ask about things.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at him: Ask something

Ding Ling, holding a dead horse as a living horse, quickly and whispered a secret code.

When the old man heard the secret code, he opened his eyes. Ding Ling then realized that the old man's eyes were constantly shining. He released his spiritual sense and found that the old man was actually a master in the extraordinary realm.

Young man, it is not a polite behavior to let go of his spiritual consciousness casually. The old man stood up lazily, twisted his palm fan and walked towards the back room.

Ding Ling followed with a embarrassed smile.

When we arrived at the back room, the old man turned on the light and found that there was a computer in the room and a Pos card swiping machine in front of the computer.

Turn on the computer, the old man turned around and said lazily to Ding Ling: Tell me, what news do you want?

Ding Ling calmed down: Nine Heavens.

When the old man heard this, his eyes immediately looked at Ding Ling like an eagle. Ding Ling's eyes were bright and he was not afraid. After a while, the old man withdrew his gaze and smiled: It has been eight years since no one asked for news for nine days. Young man, you are very brave.

Ding Ling smiled slightly: It’s just interest.

The old man ignored him and typed his hands on the keyboard a few times, typing the word "Jiu Tian". Then Ding Ling saw several levels appearing on the screen.

Introduction to Nine Heavens, member records of Nine Heavens, detailed information about each person in the contemporary Nine Heavens.

The member list includes 1 million names and their respective responsibilities, and each person has 1 million. Each person’s detailed information, including name, identity, responsibilities, residence, and past deeds, is 20 million.

I leaned against Ding Ling's eyes, which was bigger than a copper bell: Uncle, it's so expensive

This is basically the highest secret in the world of cultivation. Do you think the old man sat behind the table and moved the monitor over: Also, you must adhere to the principle of confidentiality. Once these materials are spread on a large scale, you will bear any consequences caused.

Ding Ling took a deep breath.

He had nearly 50 million today, thinking that these 50 million would be enough to make the nine-day difference, but he didn't expect that the detailed information was only enough for one person.

The old man started to get upset: I will do it for you if you want to check it or not, and then you are ready to transfer the money, don't delay my sleep.

Ding Lingxin made a fuss and gritted his teeth and said: I want to check the detailed information of Zhu Tianjun

Wait a moment, the machine was a little slow. As the old man tapped the keyboard again, the printer next to it started working. After a while, a piece of A4 paper was spit out.

The old man held the paper and reached out to Ding Ling: Take the money.

Ding Ling's eyes were already bulging like goldfish. He must have done this paper, and he knew that because it contained a spiritual power that seemed to be invisible, even if he had good eyesight, he could not see clearly what the words on it were. But there were not many words on it, and he could see clearly.

A piece of a4 paper is numb to death and two thousand words are suffocated. These two thousand words cost 20 million. This one word is 10,000 yuan.

He handed over the bank card unwillingly, and looked at the strings of disappearing Zeros, Ding Ling was in tears.

Okay. The old man used a spiritual skill to the paper and handed it to Ding Ling. After half an hour, the information on the paper will be displayed. You can see that it is vague now.

Ding Ling glared again: Why do you need half an hour later

The old man said lightly: Because he was afraid that you would be dissatisfied with the news, he smashed my store.

Ding Ling:

Carefully put away this A4 paper worth 20 million yuan. Ding Ling took a few deep breaths before slowly calming down his mood. He suddenly thought of the old man saying that someone came to ask Jiutian for news eight years ago and asked casually: Uncle, you said that someone asked Jiutian for things eight years ago. Who is that? He also used so much money.

The old man turned off the computer and glanced at him sideways: Why do you want to share resources?

Ding Ling said depressedly: No, I am just curious about who is so rich.

The old man smiled and looked at the bank card on Ding Ling's hand and said: You spent 20 million yuan to give you this extra news. That's a woman, and you'll have to pay for it if you ask more questions.

A woman Ding Ling was stunned eight years ago, a lightning flashed in his mind, and he became excited for no reason: Who is that woman? She asked who did she ask whom?

Two questions, one is half a million.

Ding Ling exhaled heavily, and he gritted his teeth and handed the card over again.

It’s not that he was too busy with money, but that the two keywords of eight years ago and women suddenly reminded him of what happened eight years ago. He remembered it too clearly. Eight years ago, Yunsheng Group was once in a dilemma of insufficient capital turnover.

As the transfer ended, the old man smiled.

The woman's name is Ren Lingyun. She asked everyone's questions in Jiutian. If you want to know the woman's situation, continue to pay the money.

When he heard the three words Ren Lingyun, Ding Lingru was struck by lightning. His eyes were dull and his whole body began to tremble.

The old man looked at him, and the smile on his face gradually turned into surprise, and finally turned into a sudden realization.

Ding Ling almost roared and rushed to the old man: I want to ask her about her situation. I want to ask her how she died. Tips: How to quickly search the books she is looking for

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