Ange poked his head out from the front and invited the three of them to the lobby to drink a bowl of porridge first, and then began to simmer the prepared tools one by one. "Mr. Luo, if you follow the normal practice of attracting tourists, I have to use this medicine to conceal you and tie it up, then put it in this burlap bag and send it to the fairy hall. At the same time, you have to bring a few guide plates to verify your bloodline. If you pass the inspection in the future, Liu Hu will take the ingredients to their special food warehouse for storage after paying the money. I can't keep up with that place, and I don't know what the situation is."

Mingxi nodded. He had heard Ange say this step a long time ago. Xiao Yibai frowned and turned to him and said, "This kind of drug is very powerful. If you really faint for a few days, you can't wake up. You can't really use it."

"Well, you can't use this, you have to change it." Ange quickly continued. He put the medicine bottle aside, for fear that he would accidentally knock it over. Then he took out another portion of the medicine powder and copper bell that had been prepared long ago from his arms and handed it over, and said seriously, "I heard that the inspection of the goods in the Xiantang is to cut the arms to get blood. Your thin skin and tender flesh will definitely not be able to bear the pain and will be exposed. This is the drug developed by Anlietu himself. I will reduce the amount. You can wake up in one hour at most. Master Xiao and I will follow you secretly. After you wake up, shake the copper bell and let us know that you are fine."

Mingxi took two things, and the copper bell was strung with a straw rope. It was inconspicuous when he looked. Ange pointed to the jade ring in his hand and asked, "Is this thing very expensive? Why don't you take it down and put it here first and I'll ask Aning to keep it for you so that those guys who are jealous of money will be spared from you in a while."

Mingxi gently touched the jade ring, and before he could speak, Xiao Yibai snatched it: "Just a piece of white jade that can be seen everywhere, the dishes in Baxianzhuang are more valuable than it, so it's okay to wear them."

Ange looked at the jade ring suspiciously. He was a sand bandit after all. He still had a digit in his heart what the price was. The jade ring was faintly milky white, hollowed in the middle, and the wonderful spiritual power that seemed like smoke and fog was sealed. It was much more expensive than the dishes in the Baxianzhuang. Mingxi chuckled lightly, waved his hand and followed Xiao Yibai's words and said perfunctorily: "It's indeed not a valuable thing. Just go as you go, it doesn't matter."

Xiao Yibai's face froze slightly, which made Mingxi secretly want to laugh. Ange grabbed his head. Since he didn't care, he didn't want to say much. He brought a plate of grass green oil paste from the table, dipped it with his fingers and began to draw common patterns on his eyes and cheeks, and said with a rumor: "When you lead tourists deep into the Mountain of Demons, you will not only wear hidden green clothes and straw hats, but also apply this oil paste on your face, just to better hide your whereabouts. Master Xiao, you can apply it too. Apply more, and you will easily be recognized."

"You go too?" Mingxi was a little surprised. Xiao Qianye really began to apply mud on his face like Ange. He only felt that the scene in front of him was a bit funny and blurted out, "Your face is too silly to go out. Can you really hide the truth?"

"Don't worry, I have prepared a lot of things, and no one can recognize him." Ange also smiled and didn't look nervous at all. He picked up a handful of brown beards from all kinds of props on the table, and compared to the size, he stuck it to Xiao Qianye. Now half of his face was blocked by his beard. Ange looked left and right, but was still worried, so he raised two thick eyebrows and stuck them together, and picked up a thin branch and pointed dense black dots on his face.

This is the first time Xiao Yibai has seen his younger brother so obediently at the mercy of others. After Ange's disguise, his face looks like a 40-year-old experienced tourist, especially his pair of sharp eyes, which is really frightening.

Ang hugged him up happily and turned around, threw a thatched cloak for him to put on, then nodded and clapped his hands, and said, "You shouldn't recognize me now, right? Don't make a sound at that time, I'll deal with them."

While speaking, he was also busy disguising himself, putting a tug of mustache on his face, and touching it with satisfaction.

After everything was ready, Ange shook the burlap bag and still felt a little embarrassed. A touch of inappropriate redness suddenly appeared from his green face. He pointed to the bag and whispered: "Then, it will take hard work for Mr. Luo. Don't worry, I will carry you well and will not bump into it."

Mingxi held the powder in his hand and carefully put the copper bell in his hand. He nodded. Xiao Yibai watched him slowly swallow the medicine and water with concern, and whispered: "The ring is tight, don't lose it..."

Mingxi looked at him, and indeed dizziness began to appear under the effect of the medicine. He held his forehead and frowned slightly. Instinctively held his thumb to cover the jade ring. Before he could get up again, his eyes were black and lost consciousness. Xiao Yibai immediately supported him, worried and helpless in his heart. Ange also took a deep breath. He had been used to robbing since childhood, but this time he became nervous like never before. The two of them carefully tied Mingxi and put it in a burlap bag. Xiao Yibai also helped to drag it and told him: "Be careful, he is in poor health and has to take risks."

"Oh... don't worry." Ange was actually a little surprised about the relationship between the two. He didn't have time to talk too much. Xiao Qianye handed Gu Chen to his elder brother and followed Ange to the Tingxiantang.

After the sky got up, more and more people were coming and going in the city. The shortage of supply for several days made the people look worried. After getting up, they rushed to the disaster relief site arranged by Jingge to queue up. Although Ange is a sand bandit, his body is actually thin and agile. Seeing the people flocking to collect disaster relief supplies, he moved quickly to avoid the crowd. Xiao Qianye immediately followed and subconsciously held a burlap bag containing Mingxi. He suddenly felt that his scalp was a little numb. This was the emperor of Feiyuan, who was carried by a sand bandit to give to the local snake as "food"!?

Finally, he came outside the Fair Singing Hall. Before Ange could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that there were more people today than before. Some tourists even hurriedly dragged a cart of sacks outside to wait in line. The two of them exchanged strange looks. Ange carefully put down Mingxi and pretended to be enthusiastic and was about to get close to the "comrades" next to him. Although the tourist was similar in outfits, there were still some small differences. The man looked Ange up and down several times, and saw that his back was sweating coldly before he asked in confusion: "Is it my new brother? How long have you been in this journey?"

"Ah?" Ange blinked foolishly. He thought he was disguised as seamless. He was also a sand bandit who had been through many battles. He had to be more skilled than the military leader when he was recruiting tourists. But he didn't expect that he would be a novice at first sight. He stammered for a long time and didn't reply. Seeing that the atmosphere became extremely awkward, Xiao Qianye pulled him and signaled him to go back to guard Mingxi. After all, he had been patrolling the four major realms of Feiyuan for eight years. Some of the three geniuses and the nine ranks of the sect had some unspeakable secrets. So he lowered his voice and said, "It's a new talent that has just entered the industry. Our head asked him to come out to practice. Who knew that the fool had a fool for the first time and encountered a rare thing. So he quickly sent it to the second master."

"Oh? Rare things?" The other party really gave up his doubts, glanced at the burlap bag behind him, and snorted coldly, "There is no rare things in the second master's eyes."

Xiao Qianye calmly took out a compass, pointed to the broken pointer on it, and pointed to the burlap bag, and said proudly: "Everyone is here, have you taken a closer look? Have you ever seen the pointer jumped?"

The other party was shocked and still refused to believe it and took it from him and looked carefully for a long time. There was indeed a drop of dried blood in the center of the pointer, but it was impossible to tell which clan it came from. Xiao Qianye took out another compass and said, "I thought it was broken at first, and I tried it in succession and broke it. This is amazing. Anyway, I have never encountered this situation before. Could it be that this stupid boy is lucky to collide with the six spirits and six saints in the legendary "Six Spirits, Six Saints, Twelve Immortals, Forty-Eight Ancestors"?"

"Impossible?" The other party held the compass suspiciously, frowned and muttered, "Don't you break the pointer yourself, you want to cheat a good price, right? You are so brave, and the second master dares to cheat!"

Xiao Qianye smiled unanimously. Even in this kind of invisible tourist industry, they still had to compete with each other. He waved his hand and stopped talking to Ange. The other party rolled his eyes and turned around. Ange smiled awkwardly at him. After a while, the manager asked the two to go over with the "ingredients" to check.

There are eight tall scales in the lobby of the Tsingxian Hall. It is really like an ordinary vegetable market that needs to put the "ingredients" in the burlap bag first and weigh them. Ange thiefed to move Mingxi carefully to the scale as the person next to him. The guy who was responsible for the counting side glanced at the weight quickly and pursed his mouth. He was disgusted and registered, muttering unhappy: "You'll be so thin, you'll be gone for a meal... Tsk tsk, trouble."

Ange's scalp tightened when he heard it. Such bloody words were as relaxed as a family matter. He looked around calmly. He really had all kinds of aliens, all unconscious and tied up and threw them onto the scales.

After a while, several more guys ran out of the back hall, each holding a tray, skillfully holding the "food ingredients" arm and cut the skin with one knife. Ange took a breath of cold air and hurriedly grabbed the guy in front of him and said without a smile: "Brother, be gentle, be gentle... This is very rare, I took a lot of effort to catch it."

The guy gave him a blank look and ignored him, and he raised his hand and slashed it. Blood flowed into the compass along his pale arm. This kind of compass is actually enough, but these guys actually scratched the arm without hesitation!

The pointer of the compass began to rotate, turning faster and faster, and the more fierce the rotation. The guy looked at the pointer rotating rapidly in his hand in amazement. He heard a crisp sound of "crackling". Under the stimulation of a pool of blood, this time it was not only the pointer, but also the compass split into two halves!
Chapter completed!