Wearing a tiger mask and a black cloak, Lingchu walked through the dark entrance, with stairs going down step by step.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, but Lingchu suddenly felt as if he had passed through an invisible barrier, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
It was a candlelight.
Lingchu looked back at the place where he came out. There was still a standing black coffin. Then he turned around and looked next to him. He saw the same position, the same counter, and the same young boy. Above the counter, there was a majestic light. Do not move.
Click, click, click. The young man was cutting something in his hand, lowering his head attentively. When he heard the footsteps, he didn't even raise his head.
For a moment, Lingchu was a little dazed.
All of this was as if Lingchu had left for a long time and then came back. It was as if all of this was a reflection in the mirror.
"Welcome to the underground black market, Cheng Hui."
The same cold tone, without any ups and downs, completely lifeless.
Lingchu was just dazed for a moment, and had long since recovered. Naturally, he also noticed that the cut in the young man's hand was not paper, but white cloth.
There is no golden plate on the counter either.
To enter the black market, you need to hand over spiritual stones, but to exit the black market, it is free.
No need to say anything, Lingchu walked out.
When he came to the street, Lingchu took a curious look at the so-called underground black market. It was almost a complete street. The outermost ones on both sides of the street were a series of rows of houses, and the inner ones were randomly placed one by one. stall.
On the smooth paved road, there were monks coming and going.
It seems that there is nothing different from the market above the ground.
However, if there is any difference, it is probably that the monks here, whether they are setting up stalls or visiting, all wear masks, most of them, and like Lingchu, wear black cloaks.
The voices of the buyers and sellers were kept low, as if they were discussing something shady.
Lingchu looked at the top of his head and saw darkness, as well as a few rays of light occasionally flowing in the darkness, showing that a huge formation was shrouded here.
There is no daylight, no light, the underground black market, the word "black" really lives up to its name.
The only light on the street is the lanterns and candles hung or placed in various shops, stalls.
This makes this underground black market look rather eerie and eerie.
At the end of the underground black market, the tallest three-story building is the underground fighting arena.
Lingchu glanced at the underground arena from a distance, and the spiritual light was flowing in his clear eyes. The overwhelming black evil aura and the red bloody aura were rising and lingering in the sky above that building.
Lingchu had never seen this kind of evil aura and bloody aura in the sect or in the city.
Just by looking at this Qi machine, you can tell that the blood flowing here and the souls who died must be countless.
For Xianmen, such a place cannot tolerate its open and honest appearance in the market, and can only stand in the underground black market.
The place chosen by the master to hone the murderous intent of the sword is indeed murderous enough.
Lingchu had been cultivating Taoism for many years, and it seemed that he had never experienced a real catastrophe of life and death. Therefore, for Zhenzun Jiuyuan, Lingchu lacked a murderous aura.
There is a murderous aura that will definitely kill anyone with a sword.
Lingchu reached out and touched the life-altering talisman on her wrist. She was wondering whether to take off the life-altering talisman. With the life-altering talisman, she could indeed fight unscrupulously. However, it was precisely because of the life-altering talisman. Fate Talisman, her so-called between life and death is not the real between life and death.
After hesitating for a moment, Lingchu still couldn't untie it. With this life talisman, she really cherished her life. Secondly, she must set a goal for herself and try to return this talisman intact to her second senior brother.
Wrapping his figure completely in the cloak, Lingchu wandered around the underground black market, looking at the monks who were hiding their heads and tails with curiosity. They had something they liked, and without saying a word, the buyers and sellers had their hands hidden under the sleeves of their robes. Inside, I don’t know what they were comparing to each other, and I don’t know what the faces of both parties were.
Anyway, all transactions were completed or collapsed in silence.
This Lingchu also knew that the second senior brother had said that in the underground black market, there was a unique set of techniques. Buyers and sellers covered their hands and used various gestures to negotiate the price of the items they liked.
This is to ensure the confidentiality of the transaction and to protect both parties to the transaction from appearing and being intercepted for exposing their wealth.
It is a rather magical communication method, and Lingchu naturally knows it, but has never realized it.
It’s not something I really want to achieve, because this gesture conversation requires the buyer and seller to hold each other’s hands to communicate.
Although Lingchu believed that he did not have any so-called mysophobia, he still did not like physical contact with strange monks.
Looking along the way, Lingchu took a look at every stall that interested him, but he didn't buy anything.
Most of the things on the black market came from shady sources. For example, the charming female cultivator that Lingchu killed at Wanfen Mountain was backed by a golden elixir evil cultivator. Lingchu obtained some of that person's magic weapons and clothes. I didn't dare to keep any of them for my own use, for fear of having some hidden marks on them, so I simply sold them all.
And this underground black market is pretty much where this kind of thing is dealt with.
Once the goods are shipped out, they have nothing to do with you anymore.
There are also some precious things, such as elixirs, spiritual minerals, etc. Some of them are relatively rare. I hope they can be sold at a good price. Those with high prices will also come here.
It is common for things on the underground black market to be more expensive.
Therefore, unless it is the elixir or spiritual material that he needs, Lingchu would not be sensitive to any items such as magic weapons. Who knows if he will be chased by inexplicable enemies in the future after buying something.
This has also led to polarization in the prices of goods on the black market.
Some magical artifacts that have changed hands are sold at low prices, and some rare elixirs and spiritual materials are sold at high prices.
Of course, there are some things that really belong to the black market.
For example, some elixirs that are not very effective, intoxicating drugs, poisonous elixirs, and other inappropriate elixirs are all here.
For example, some underground forces, assassinations, pursuits, poisonings, and robberies can all be released on the underground black market.
Another example is human trafficking. The human trafficking here is not the kind of slaves that can be traced in Xiuxianfang City. There are some slaves here, but they can't be said.
Lingchu walked around and took a look. When he passed the reward list of the underground black market, he saw that there were many rewards on it, and they were all very black market.
There are even tasks to assassinate a certain monk, rob a certain monk of something, and even require a fresh corpse. There are specific requirements for the corpse's gender, bone age, cultivation level, and number of days since death.
Various and varied.
There is no uprightness like Xiuxianfang City at all, and there is a shady atmosphere everywhere.
It was an eye-opener for De Lingchu. The underground black market was really dark.
