Under Wang Tiebiao's guidance, Zhang Dachuan drove his car and soon arrived in the northern suburbs of Dongjiang.
The northern suburbs are actually near the old city. It retains the old architectural style of the old city and the environment also looks dirty and dilapidated.
However, the flow of people has not decreased because there is an old street that specializes in selling antiques, and many antique lovers are there to hunt for gold.
Zhang Dachuan parked the car on the side of the road and listened to Wang Tiebiao telling the news about the "living flower seller":
"The information came from a second-tier dealer Sun Jianfei met while drinking. That guy was a second-tier dealer on the surface, and secretly engaged in fighting with others, so he often sold stolen goods in this antique street."
"Probably last night, he suddenly reported that he heard someone selling living flowers here, but they were not living living flowers, but withered living flowers."
Zhang Dachuan frowned when he heard this:
"Withered living flower? This shouldn't be the case."
The living flower is an extremely rare spiritual grass, so named because it must grow on the corpses of spiritual beasts.
It is also because of this characteristic that the living flower is very easy to be eaten by other spiritual beasts. Therefore, if you want to pick the living flower, you must pick the corpse of the dead spiritual beast before it is discovered by other spiritual beasts.
In addition, the preservation of the living flower is also quite difficult, because it relies on the corpses of spiritual beasts as nutrients, so to preserve the living flowers, the corpses of the spiritual beasts must be preserved together, so that they can continuously absorb nutrients to ensure survival. Once they appear, If unexpected, the flower of life will quickly decay and fester, and dissipate in a short period of time.
Therefore, withered living flowers are harder to see than normal growing living flowers.
Zhang Dachuan couldn't understand why anyone would take the trouble to preserve such a living flower and then sell it on the black market.
Seeing Zhang Dachuan sitting in the car in a daze, Wang Tiebiao couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Chuan, Brother Chuan, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Dachuan came back to his senses, shook his head and said:
"nothing."
He felt that the other party was most likely a liar, but since he was already here, he still had to take a look in person.
Pointing to the crowded antique street, Zhang Dachuan asked Wang Tiebiao:
"Is the black market you mentioned here?"
Wang Tiebiao chuckled, shook his head and said:
"The black market is indeed in this antique street, but it's not open yet. We have to wait until midnight for the black market to open."
Zhang Dachuan suddenly understood, so he put down his seat and lay back, closed his eyes and began to rest:
"In that case, let's get some sleep and talk about it tonight."
Near midnight, Zhang Dachuan was awakened by a burst of noise.
He straightened up and looked through the car window at the source of the sound, and found that the antique street during the day was brightly lit.
Moreover, looking at the crowds of people, it seemed to be even more lively than during the day.
Zhang Dachuan pushed Wang Tiebiao:
"A Biao, wake up, the black market is open."
Wang Tiebiao woke up in a daze and couldn't help but marveled at the sight of the black market:
"I didn't expect that there would be so many people here in the middle of the night."
The two got out of the car one after another and followed the flow of people towards the black market.
This black market is actually similar to a market in a rural town. There are temporary vendors on both sides of the street. Many people squat on the ground, spread out a piece of silk cloth, put some goods on it, and put a cardboard to the side. Even if you open a stall.
The items sold by these vendors are all strange and weird, including bronzes and porcelain stained with soil, extremely torn parchment, or a large pile of black ointment.
Zhang Dachuan was surprised to find that some of these strange things actually contained spiritual power fluctuations, some were weak and undetectable, and some were so powerful that Zhang Dachuan couldn't help but look sideways from time to time.
Only then did Zhang Dachuan understand that the things sold in this midnight black market were all related to practitioners.
He couldn't help but glance at Wang Tiebiao:
"How do you find a place like this?"
Wang Tiebiao smiled honestly:
"You have to ask Lao Ding."
Zhang Dachuan suddenly realized that Lao Ding had become a warrior earlier than him, and he had been living in Dongjiang for many years, so it was normal for him to know this kind of place.
Although warriors are very rare in today's society, there are still many people gathered in one province.
This group also needs to communicate with each other, and the black market naturally emerged.
Zhang Dachuan followed Wang Tiebiao and walked all the way inside.
At a certain moment, Wang Tiebiao's eyes suddenly lit up, he pointed at a stall not far away and said in surprise:
"Brother Chuan, we found it, it's that stall!"
Zhang Dachuan followed the opponent's hand and saw an old man and a young man squatting on the curb at the corner of the street 20 meters in front of the two of them. There were several wooden boxes and packages behind him, and a box in front of them. A small table.
On the small table, there are some jewelry, stones, antiques and other things.
The silver-haired old lady sat on a pony and greeted passers-by in a very Buddhist manner:
"Take a look, they are all good things."
Next to the old grandmother, there was a little girl with braids, standing there cutely, with red lips and white teeth, and very smart black and white eyes, looking at everyone who passed by.
Zhang Dachuan came to the stall, silently used his eyesight, and leaned over to look at the objects on the table.
However, the antique jewelry on the table were just ordinary things, and Zhang Dachuan could not feel the slightest spiritual power from them.
He looked back at Wang Tiebiao with some suspicion.
Wang Tiebiao scratched his head and lowered his voice:
"Brother Chuan, you can't be wrong, this is the company that person was talking about."
Zhang Dachuan had no choice but to look back, and had no choice but to give it a try and asked the old lady in front of him:
"Grandma, I heard that you sell living flowers here. Is it true?"
Hearing "life flower", the silver-haired old lady slowly raised her eyes and looked Zhang Dachuan up and down.
After a moment, she leaned forward and lowered her voice:
"Yes, yes, but I don't know if you can afford the price."
Zhang Dachuan smiled faintly:
"Can I take a look? If it's true, then I can certainly afford it."
The old lady thought for a moment and nodded.
She turned to look at the little girl standing next to her, and pursed her lips behind her:
"Xiaoyu, show our goods to this distinguished guest."
The little girl with bright eyes agreed crisply, turned around and rummaged through a package at the back, and then took out several jade boxes.
As soon as the jade box appeared, Zhang Dachuan felt a throbbing in his chest and couldn't help but look surprised.
He felt sufficient spiritual power fluctuations from the jade box.
Obviously, the things in these jade boxes are all related to practitioners.
At this time, the girl put the jade box in front of the old lady with a distressed look on her face and said softly:
"Grandma, I don't know where the living flowers are, so I took them all out."
The old lady shook her head:
"You, you just know how to play, and you don't remember anything I usually teach you."
As she spoke, she took out one of the jade boxes from the girl's hand and handed it to Zhang Dachuan:
"Young man, this one contains the living flower."
