Chương 877: Black Market Trading (1)

Outside the nightclub, the noisy and violent heavy metal music disappeared, leaving only the sound of waves crashing against the shore. He looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky.

Shen Ping suddenly had the illusion that he had returned to the Earth before he transmigrated. He shook his head and could not help but laugh. He suppressed these distracting thoughts. He walked slowly to the beach not far away.

There were still many foreign tourists playing at this time of night. Some were even eating supper and barbecue.

He might as well take a walk on the beach. The two sheepskin patterns he had obtained from the heretic were exchanged with mithril. Therefore, other than the sheepskin scroll, he also had the location where the other party had hidden the mithril.

In a short period of time, he's not short of mithril.