"Mo Sanfeng, I'll never forgive you!" Dao Bu Er cursed through gritted teeth.
Qin He returned to his lodging and slept soundly through the night.
When one side went dark, the other lit up. He had failed to make anything of corpse burning, yet he had picked up a treasure in the shop instead.
He got up early for breakfast. Sin City's taverns and food shops were shabby and miserly; only one or two restaurants were barely presentable. The closest one to Qin He was called Drunken Immortal Tower.
A very... rustic name.
As for the prices, they were deeply moving.
Going by Qin He's income of one spirit stone per day from burning corpses—
A pot of wine, a bowl of noodles, two meat buns, two steamed buns, and two small plates of dry side dishes cost five spirit stones.
Five spirit stones were half the earnings from a near-death trip into the wilderness, or half a month's rent for the worst house in Sin City.
If Qin He had not struck it rich several times over, he certainly would not have come here to burn money.
"Did you hear? That old profiteer Hu Fu's shop got broken into."
"Hahaha, heard about it ages ago. Good break-in."
"I heard the losses were terrible. That old profiteer is searching everywhere for people to hunt down Dao Bu Er."
"Something important must have been stolen. Otherwise, that old profiteer wouldn't have reacted so wildly."
"..."
Qin He slurped his noodles as discussions of last night's events drifted over from the neighboring table. After listening carefully for a while, he roughly pieced together what had happened afterward.
Hu Fu had returned to his shop and discovered that the Purple Gold Alms Bowl was gone. He reported it to the authorities and