Douluo's assassin becomes a god

The door was slowly pushed open, Ghost Douluo quickly got up and bowed respectfully as he looked at the person coming.

"His Highness the Pope."

If Han Xiao were here, he would definitely not believe that the beautiful woman he met on the stairs would be the Pope of this Spirit Hall.

"Elder Ghost, what's the matter with hurrying over here?"

With no expression on her face, Bibi Dong asked indifferently.

She was away to guide Hu Liena in cultivation, but her maid ran over and told her that Ghost Douluo was in a hurry, so she rushed back.

"Reporting to Your Highness, old ghost, I found a piece of rough jade during this mission."

When he said this, Ghost Douluo was vaguely excited.

"Oh? There are not many children who can be praised by Elder Ghost like this."

Bibi Dong was a little surprised, she knew very well that Ghost Douluo always didn't like trouble, and had no plans to accept disciples.

Ghost Douluo took a deep breath, and told Han Xiao's experience in detail.

"Grandpa Ghost, I don't believe it!"

Hu Liena didn't even think about it, and said crisply.

How could a child who was one year younger than himself kill more than a dozen adults in one night?

Seeing that Bibi Dong didn't speak, as if he didn't believe in himself, Ghost Douluo was a little anxious.

"My lord, how could I lie to you?"

Bibi Dong raised her hand, signaling Ghost Douluo to stay calm.

After a while, she asked, "You mean, he didn't hesitate to kill more than a dozen people for a steamed bun?"

Obviously, Bibi Dong's attention was all on the ridiculous "remuneration" that Han Xiao said.

"Yes."

Ghost Douluo nodded quickly.

"interesting."

The corners of Bibi Dong's mouth curled up in a subtle arc.

"Elder Ghost, can you let me meet that child?"

Bibi Dong asked.

"That kid..."

Ghost Douluo looked out the window, a little helpless.

I just let him go outside for a stroll.

"Forget it, wait for him. Whether it is rough jade or stubborn stone, you can tell at a glance."

Bibi Dong seemed to have sensed Ghost Douluo's embarrassment, so she casually grabbed the jade on the table and began to play with it.

……

"Boss, how do you sell this stone?"

Han Xiao played with the transparent strange crystal in his hand and asked casually.

The drowsy stall owner thought it was business, and quickly opened his eyes. When he saw the things in Han Xiao's hands, he was immediately disappointed.

"It's not for sale, it's used to press the tablecloth, and the kid is playing with it."

The boss waved his hand impatiently.

Seeing that Han Xiao was a five or six-year-old child, he decided that the other party was purely here to make trouble.

Putting the transparent crystal in his hand on the table again, Han Xiao looked serious: "Make a price."

Han Xiao did not directly slap the bulging money bag on the table to show his financial strength.

The boss stared straight at him, but said mercilessly, "A golden soul coin."

Hearing this, Han Xiao didn't even think about it, he took the money bag back in his hand, turned and left.

Seeing that Han Xiao left without the slightest hesitation, the boss was anxious: "Hey, little brother, don't leave!"

He hasn't opened yet today, so the meat in his mouth will naturally not let go.

The boss rubbed his hands, and caught up with Han Xiao with a smile on his face: "I was just joking, do you think a silver soul coin is worth it?"

Han Xiao didn't speak, and walked faster.

"Brother, stay a step, you take ten copper coins!"

A touch of despair rose deep in the boss's heart. He was most afraid of dealing with customers like Han Xiao.

This kind of customer is like an assassin on the battlefield, killing decisively, without any room for bargaining.

Han Xiao turned his head and said blankly, "Deal."

Although this transparent crystal looks useless, it is the most important material for making simple smoke bombs, saltpeter.

When potassium nitrate in saltpeter is mixed with white sugar, thick smoke can be produced.

The role of potassium nitrate is not limited to this. If Han Xiao collects all the materials, he can even use it to make gunpowder.

As the sun set, Han Xiao, who was carrying big bags and small bags, became a beautiful landscape.

Not because of how arrogant he is, but because the things in Han Xiao's hand are too weird.

Transparent stones, pale yellow liquid, and even a tube of white sugar.

Although Han Xiao was expressionless, he was very excited in his heart.

He didn't expect that there were so many things he needed in Wuhun City.

By now he had collected the materials for simple smoke bombs, flash bombs and stun grenades.

Although the effect of the props in the previous life is much worse than that of the props in the previous life, it is better than nothing, and it can achieve a surprising effect at critical moments.

And the last destination is the blacksmith shop.

Lifting one's feet to enter this place where the temperature is terribly high, the sound of blacksmithing filled his brain.

"Children, this is not the place you should be."

A burly blacksmith was sweating, saw Han Xiao's body, and joked.

Han Xiao ignored it, and put some blueprints in front of him: "Can it be done?"

The blacksmith was a little puzzled, but he opened the blueprint anyway.

After a while, the blacksmith put down the drawing and looked at Han Xiao like a monster.

"What are you doing with these things?"

He was a little surprised. If the smoke bomb might be a child's prank, then the effect of the stun grenade is more than that.

"kill."

Han Xiao didn't lie, he replied [-].

"can not do this."

The blacksmith returned the drawings to Han Xiao, and continued to make farm tools.

He pouted and made Han Xiao look at a row of agricultural tools on the counter: "Our blacksmith shop is only responsible for making agricultural tools such as hoes and shovels."

However, Han Xiao did not leave, and said, "You can do it."

Hearing this, the blacksmith frowned.

"Although this Martial Soul City is big, there are four blacksmith shops in total, but only yours can do it." Han Xiao said lightly.

The blacksmith was a little angry, and wanted to wave his hands away: "Who's brat, if you dare to make trouble again, don't blame me for being rude."

These words sounded like a warning, but they were actually a guilty conscience.

Han Xiao walked to the counter full of moulds, stroking those cold moulds, "Isn't the bottom one a farm tool model?"

His sudden words made the blacksmith's pupils shrink, and he looked at Han Xiao again with a different look.

"The sword is about three to four feet long and one inch wide. Your length is almost the same." Han Xiao looked at the mold and said to himself.

"Who are you?"

The blacksmith's voice was a little more solemn.

He couldn't believe that the child in front of him could tell the size of the weapon accurately.

"Although the sword is good, he is the king of weapons. He cares too much about the situation and kills people not fast enough. It's boring."

Han Xiao shook his head, seeming a little regretful.

Hearing this, the blacksmith raised his eyelids.

This little boy is definitely not as simple as he imagined.

Without even thinking about it, the blacksmith subconsciously asked, "Where's the knife?"

"A sword is a life-threatening blade, and it cannot be practiced if it is not for killing the dead."

Han Xiao shook his head and continued to deny.

The blacksmith laughed angrily, looked at Han Xiao with a difficult face and asked, "Then tell me, what kind of weapon can be considered a good weapon?"

Han Xiao stretched out two fingers and compared, "The dagger has the power to break the army. If you don't kill useless people, take the head from the army. It is the best choice for killing people in the world of mortals and getting out of the sword."