Chapter193 Cat Label · Shameless Cynical Man

Under this dark precipice, there was indeed a previously undiscovered semi-solidified s.p.a.ce warehouse hidden. It should be a small armory once used by the ancient sect. However, with the pa.s.sage of time, it had fallen into disrepair. The internal s.p.a.ce was chaotic and people could not probe into it with consciousness. In order to obtain what was hidden in it, one could only use the most primitive method to stretch out his hand into the chaotic s.p.a.ce to feel for treasures in it. With good luck, one could get a rare thing.

The entrance of the s.p.a.ce warehouse was directly below the cliff, and it was a dark light ma.s.s with a diameter of less than 10 meters, which could accommodate an arm to stretch in.

These rogue cultivators carried out a big fight for the owners.h.i.+p of the warehouse, and more than a dozen people were killed. The party of the strong man holding halberd was in the weaker position and very soon they would be squeezed out. Accidently Ding Hao and others arrived. As he was rough and crazy in appearance, he was somewhat refined in his rough way, he simply made it clear the s.p.a.ce warehouse issue, and maybe they would have a chance to get a share of the s.p.a.ce warehouse.

“Hey, a hidden s.p.a.ce warehouse? Good stuff.” The cynical man smiled and walked to the bottom of the precipice to make observation for a moment, stretched out his hand into the dark light ma.s.s. With a lewd look, he groped blindly inside while rattling.

Rogue cultivators saw that the cynical man unceremoniously occupied the s.p.a.ce warehouse, and they were extremely unwilling to let him do so in the heart, but they felt helpless.

“d.a.m.n, there’s nothing in it.” The cynical man felt the warehouse for three or four minutes, his face changed, he pulled out his hand and shouted abuse. He had bad luck and had felt it for half a day, but he had not got anything and he was so angry that he jumped.

Rogue cultivator was relieved.

They were afraid that the man would fumble the treasure inside and took it away. Now that everything was OK, and they still had a chance.

“All right, put away the weapons. What a scandal it is to carry out a fight. Hey, what about you? What are you looking at? Put away the weapon. I’ll count to one, two and three. Everyone starts to line up and come and feel for treasures one by one.” The cynical man looked unreasonable and he came up with a way to force everyone to line up.

Forced by this fellow’s fury, the rogue cultivators had to line up with a wry smile.

However, this was still a feasible method, which was better than desperate fighting.

At first, some people wanted to cut in line. It was in disorder. The cynical man picked up several unruly guys and threw them in the end of the line so that he rogue cultivators became honest. Soon a long line of more than 100 people appeared.

At the front was the stout old man, the second was the middle-aged intellectual, and the strong man with halberd came in seventh.

“Well, that’s right. You are queuing in order and you are a good boy. I hate people who cut in line and do not keep order.” The cynical man nodded with satisfaction and waved to Ding Hao and others in the line and laughed. “Come on, let me feel for treasures in it first, haha.”

Then, once again he was shameless to put his hand into the dark light ma.s.s.

The stout old man and others face suddenly changed their faces.

This was outrageous. It was completely unethical.

“Has he said that cutting in line is not allowed? Has he also said that he hated the disorder most? Why do people of Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect cut in line and touch first? And you have felt for treasures in it twice yourself?”

The cynical man did not care about all this. He chanted that “baby, baby, come to my hands” in his mouth, and felt for treasures hard in the light ma.s.s. After about three or four minutes, his faces suddenly became very ugly. Once again, he jumped on his feet and shouted, “This is f.u.c.king unscientific. I am so powerful that I have not touched anything.”

He looked angrily at the stout old man, the middle-aged intellectual, the strong fellow with halberds and others. He asked, “To be honest, haven’t you obtained all things in the ma.s.s?”

“No, no, we haven’t had time to fumble for treasures in it.”

“Yes, yes, really not.”

“If you don’t believe, you can search me.”

Three people in bitter faces hurriedly explained to the cynical and neuropathic patient— yes, three people had cla.s.sified this cynical man without any n.o.ble character as the neuropathic patients.

“d.a.m.n, it must be because I didn’t wash my hands when I left this morning.” The cynical man scolded and gave up bitterly and waved to Ding Hao to feel for treasures in the ma.s.s.

Ding Hao also felt some curios in his heart.

Although there was nothing good in a semi-solidified s.p.a.ce warehouse, it would not be left by the nine sects during the first search, but it was still good to take chances.

He reached his hand into the black light ma.s.s.

This kind of feeling was like that he seemed to have stretched his hand into a pool of cold water.

Because the s.p.a.ce warehouse had become chaotic after years of erosion, people could not see the specific situation inside; he could only try his luck. Ding Hao felt for treasures inside for half a day, he had not caught any objects, and it was empty.

He shook his head with a wry smile and took out his hand.

“No, you have felt nothing? You are too disappointing! Didn’t you boys wash your hands this morning?” The cynical man opened his eyes wide and he was not satisfied with Ding Hao’s performance.

Just then—

“Meow! Meow, meow!” The little white cat had been sitting lazily on Ding Hao’s shoulder, suddenly got excited, jumped up and grabbed at the rock wall, sticking its furry claws into the ma.s.s of light, and felt it woodenly.

Ding Hao was dazed.

Others did not expect this to happen.

The hearts of the rogue cultivators were bleeding.

b.a.s.t.a.r.d, b.a.s.t.a.r.d, people of Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect cut in line, how could the cat of Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect cut in line, shameless! Shameless!

“Meow, meow—!” The little cute cat suddenly let out a cry of excitement, and with claws he caught something in black from the light ma.s.s.

The crowd’s eyes suddenly widened.

“Oh, there’s something in it. It was got by this animal. Wahahaha, Ding Hao, you’re not f.u.c.k as good as a f.u.c.king cat.” The cynical man always had such a cheap mouth and he started to hate without hesitation.

What kind of trouble are you making? Haven’t you felt it?

You are not as good as a cat.

Ding Hao wiped the black line on his forehead and took something dark from the paws of the adorable cat.

On closer inspection, it was an oval label, palm-sized, with extremely smooth edges on all sides, but slightly rough in the middle like terrazzo, with a pattern of three stars on one side and a cross on the other.

This oval label was neither delicate nor small, and it was quite heavy. Besides, there was nothing unusual.

Ding Hao looked at it for long time and did not know what the label was for.

The cynical man took the label and looked at it for a long time. He could not tell the whys and wherefores and finally threw it to Ding Hao. “Congratulations, Memorial Award. I guess this should be a hand card or something used by disciples of ancient sects to identify themselves. The material is ordinary and of little value, so as to pay tribute to the ancients. Well, that’s all.”

“Meow!” The little cute cat made a cry of dissatisfaction.

Ding Hao did not have much expectation. Hearing this, he smiled and rubbed his white cute cat. He said with a smile, “It’s OK. You can grow up quickly. When you are older, you can use it to make a unique cat label for you. Hey!”