Chapter 297: Shit Sea World
Because the age and region of the new world cannot be determined, Yan Xu still plans to use the identity of Yuan Hua Zhenren, because as long as there is Taoism, this identity and costume can be used.

As for equipment, the gold-thread soft armor, the pine-patterned ancient sword, the century-old peach wood sword, the large-caliber revolver, and the talismans and magical instruments given by Uncle Jiu are enough for daily use.

A familiar sight flashed before his eyes, and when Yan Xu opened his eyes again, he found that he was abroad. The place was full of foreigners of all skin colors, tall, short, fat, thin, clothed, naked, and some were walking their dogs. It was indeed a free country, except that there were more tents and homeless people everywhere.

Now Yan Xu didn’t care where he was or what year it was. He just wanted to figure out where the inexplicable pressure and disgust came from when he first arrived. Did he encounter a powerful enemy as soon as he arrived?

In order to avoid being questioned as a suspicious person, Yan Xu, who had no identification, deliberately walked into the park nearby. Although his strange and gorgeous outfit attracted a lot of attention, it also demonstrated his financial strength.

The rare fabrics with a special luster, the unique styles sewn purely by hand, and the matching items not only have a strong religious atmosphere, but are also expensive.

In this land, the degree of freedom is linked to wealth. The more wealth you have, the fewer restrictions you will be subject to. Laws and morals are worthless under the magic of money.

So even though he clearly looked out of place here, the two policemen nearby had no intention of getting close. Being rich was troublesome enough, and when it came to being associated with religion, they didn't want to lose their jobs so soon.

Yan Xu now focuses most of his energy on perceiving the outside world, and a small part is used to reject some requests for taking photos. It was not until he came to a forest that he figured out the source of his pressure and disgust.

"Has the pollution become so serious?" Yan Xu looked up at the sky. There was nothing in the sky, but in his perception, the whole world was like being immersed in a sea of ​​shit that had been fermenting for thousands of years. What separated the world from the sea of ​​shit was something that could only be described as foam rubber. It cannot be said that it was completely useless, but it could only be said that the effect was limited. Not only would the foul smell penetrate, but even the rotten juice was slowly seeping in and causing some kind of erosion.

The pressure and disgust Yan Xu felt came from his inability to adapt to the current world, not from any strong enemies.

A mountain of shit may fall on your head at any time, who can remain calm?

"Is this the whole weird world?" Yan Xu didn't even dare to take a deep breath. Although the stench he perceived was not real, it still affected his instincts.

However, the most urgent task is to obtain a legal identity first, otherwise it will be difficult to move forward in this modern society.

In the East, it is not easy to solve identity issues, but this is a free country. Money can solve 99% of the problems. The remaining 1% is because you don’t have enough money.

Yan Xu naturally didn't have any US dollars on him, but he brought gold, silver and gems to deal with such situations.

"Go to Chinatown." Yan Xu got into a taxi and said to the black guy driving the car.

"Hey, sir, you look really cool. I've seen it in oriental movies. Yes, it's the kind of oriental priests who can use little notes to deal with zombies and ghosts." The black guy's racial talent was triggered. If Yan Xu hadn't automatically acquired the language expertise of that world, he would probably have been like a foreigner listening to tongue twisters. But this is not bad either, as it will help him to quickly understand the situation in this world.

There was a newspaper left by the previous passenger on the side. Yan Xu picked it up and started reading it, while casually making "hmm" and "ah" sounds to respond to the driver, trying to understand the current information as quickly as possible.

This world is similar to the modern world, both dating back to the early 2,000s, and the country he lives in is the beacon of freedom.

Although there were many traffic jams along the way, the black guy still took him to Chinatown in a short time instead of to an alley in some slum.

Yan Xu took out an Eagle Dollar, which stunned the black guy.

"Sir, this is not US dollars, and it's not funny at all." The black guy frowned, feeling the same as seeing someone taking game coins on the bus. If the other person didn't look like he was playing a trick on him, he would have probably taken out his self-defense treasure. "Mexican Eagle Dollar, you can treat it as an antique, not just a silver coin." Yan Xu flicked the Eagle Dollar into the black guy's hand and said calmly.

The black guy hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted it and drove away. He was going to check the pawn shop.

Yan Xu had no choice. Gold was too conspicuous and was not as good as silver dollars.

Now, in addition to legal identity, obtaining a sum of usable cash is also an urgent matter.

Walking on Chinatown, it feels almost like returning to China. There are so many oriental elements around, which can quickly eliminate the nervousness and vigilance of domestic visitors.

In fact, it is not as safe as imagined here. There are cases of tourists being overcharged during domestic tourism, not to mention that what is followed here is the laws and customs of the Beacon Country, which puts money and interests first.

It is true that when fellow villagers see each other, their eyes are filled with tears, but this does not stop them from making more money from them. As for the means, as long as they can make money, who cares.

Yan Xu was naturally not afraid of these things. He walked on the street with great confidence. His immortal appearance attracted some older people to come and worship him. As for what they worshipped and why they worshipped, there was no harm anyway. What's the harm in worshipping him?

Yan Xu was looking for something as he walked, but found nothing. He frowned and had to walk into a Chinese medicine shop nearby.

Just after smelling the scent, Yan Xu shook his head.

"I wonder if the boss has any suggestions for our shop." Yang Pu was not angry when he saw the customer shaking his head as soon as he entered the store. His good temper was one thing, but the main thing was that he could tell that the other person was not an ordinary person.

"The medicinal materials are too poor." Yan Xu said bluntly.

He has dealt with medicinal herbs a lot. After all, he eats medicinal food every day, so he can tell whether it is authentic just by smelling it.

"After all, this is not our home country. It is not easy to gather so many medicinal herbs." Yang Pu smiled, thinking that the other party's purpose of coming here would definitely not be just to say this, so he waited for his next words.

"Boss, do you accept ginseng?" Yan Xu didn't waste any more time and spoke directly.

"If it's an old ginseng, I will definitely buy it." Yang Pu almost thought that the other party was a liar. After all, the outfit and the words seemed to be a foreshadowing for this sentence. It was not until Yan Xu took out the ginseng that he realized that the other party was serious.

"Fifty-year-old mountain ginseng, a good stuff." After taking a closer look, Yang Pu nodded with satisfaction, and then began to ask the price.

Yan Xu didn't bargain with him, he just asked a question.

Yang Pu's face changed, and he almost gave up bargaining. However, the price of a fifty-year-old wild ginseng was really high. Even if he lowered the price a little, he could still make a lot of money. So after hesitating for a while, he still gave an address.

(End of this chapter)