As if feeling the threat from the Oni's sword, the Oni moved his body backwards subconsciously.
but...
"Brother, once I sell it, it will not be returned or exchanged."
Wang Ye said lightly.
The energy on the ghost knife became more and more intense, and the ghost general twisted off his arm as if resigned to his fate, threw it to the stall, and then left with the rare treasure-like 'stone'.
But the figure from behind looked particularly desolate.
After the ghost was about to leave, another half-king-level ghost walked to the stall and looked at the stall. In the end, he seemed to have no satisfactory items and left.
But this time, Wang Ye's eyes flickered and he didn't stop him.
The ghost general in the distance looked at this scene with his head tilted, seemingly confused.
They are both ghosts, why are they treated differently?
Transactions are still going on.
Occasionally, a half-king will take action and take something out of himself. If Wang Ye agrees, the exchange will be made. If Wang Ye does not agree, the transaction will stop.
fair enough.
At this time, a bald-headed guy holding a brazier, wearing a shroud, walked over from a distance.
His slightly hollow eyes were focused on Wang Ye.
The next second, he was stunned for a moment, and then he quickened his pace and rushed towards Wang Ye.
"Depend on!"
The moment Wang Ye saw the mourning ghost, he knew something was wrong and wanted to close the stall and retreat.
But I didn't expect that this guy was so fast!
He arrived at Wang Ye's side in just an instant, his dilated pupils staring in Wang Ye's direction, and a cry came out, and blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Compared with before, the threat of mourning ghosts to Wang Ye can be said to be much smaller now.
Although the crying made him a little dizzy, it was not like before, and he was not likely to die at any time.
"Brother, if you have something to say, just take action when you come up. How unethical!"
Wang Ye held the ghost knife and looked at the mourning ghost and said.
After listening to Wang Ye's words, not only did the mourning ghost not stop, but the cry became louder and spread on the street.
It attracted the attention of ghosts for a while.
...
"Stop howling!"
"Look at this helmet!"
Wang Ye was distraught, picked up a blood-stained helmet from the stall, gestured and said.
The mourning ghost's cries subsided slightly, with a hint of confusion.
Wang Ye put the helmet on his head without any explanation.
Mourning clothes, a brazier, paper money, and a battlefield-style helmet are somewhat nondescript.
"This doesn't quite match."
"Look at my cauldron. It's large in area and full of ghost energy. The advantage is that it can be installed very well. It also matches this helmet very well. I'd like to change it with you if I want to exchange it for the brazier!"
Wang Ye looked like he was vomiting blood and had a sale, and said with pain.
It's just that the mourning ghost is still stunned in place.
Apparently...didn't understand.
Wang Ye patiently pointed to the brazier in his arms, then pointed to the big pot, and finally raised the pot and compared it with the hat.
Easy to understand.
The mourner shook his head crazily, hugged his brazier tightly, and looked at Wang Ye with vigilance in his eyes.
This kid is scared of being tricked.
Wang Ye, however, tirelessly shook the ghost sword and carefully explained the benefits of this iron pot.
For a moment, the mourning ghost forgot about the hat.
Wang Ye personally experimented.
Clamp a flame in the soul lamp, place it in the iron pot, and place your palms on the wall of the pot without leaving any trace, injecting energy into it.
The next second, the flames in the iron pot rose!
Exuding an icy temperature!
The fire in this soul lamp is somewhat similar to the one in the brazier.
The mourner was obviously shocked by this scene. He looked at his brazier and saw that the flames were still burning slowly.
Can't compare.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and took back his energy.
The flames in the pot gradually weakened under his control.
Then, Wang Ye casually grabbed another supernatural object and went in. At the same time, he held a similar supernatural object under the cover of his palm.
And from the perspective of the mourner.
Obviously Wang Ye threw something in, and with a bang, two people came out!
His brazier, no!
For a moment, he felt disgusted with his brazier.
"Change or not!"
Wang Ye shook the iron pot again and said confusingly.
The mourning ghost was obviously more hesitant than before, but the brazier stayed with him for a longer time...
He finally shook his head stiffly, but stopped mentioning his hat.
"It's quite a thief, forcing me to use bigger tricks!"
Wang Ye muttered, then suddenly took out a ball of ordinary blood and threw it in.
Then, he secretly squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertips and mixed it with it.
soon...
The originally thin blood became pure in an instant!
This thing is so attractive to ghosts!
Before the mourning ghost could react, a half-king squeezed over not far away, carrying a rusty sword in his hand, obviously wanting to exchange for the cauldron.
This action instantly stimulated the mourning ghost. He put the brazier on the stall without any explanation, picked up the big pot, and turned around to leave.
Judging from the pace, it seems a little brisk.
What a baby!
Done!
Wang Ye's eyes lit up and he looked at the brazier greedily!
Wang Ye had been thinking about it a few months ago. He has no use for the mourning hat recently, but this brazier...
It was obvious that ordinary cloth bags could not be stored, so Wang Ye took out the alms bowl and put it away.
Looking at the back of the mourning ghost leaving, I sighed a little.
What a ghost...
a peaceful life.
The other half-king ghost holding a sword was obviously disappointed and prepared to leave.
But where can I find such a good customer?
For a time, Wang Ye seemed to have found a way to make a fortune.
An iron basin was picked up by him as if by magic.
The same operation process was followed again.
In the confused eyes of the half-king ghost, the deal was completed.
Although this sword is full of rust.
But the vigor it exudes is compelling, and it’s obviously a good thing!
Moreover, with Wang Ye's two operations, more and more ghosts noticed his stall and surrounded him.
All of a sudden, all container items were sold out.
Wang Ye smiled, like a little fox, putting away the 'junk' supernatural items one by one, and then presented the 'precious' treasures one by one.
Like a silly son of a landlord.
until...
Several strong men appeared in front of him.
The strong man was carrying a wooden board on his shoulders, and an old woman stood on the left side, looking gloomy and constantly scattering paper money.
The two little guys on the right were playing the suona vigorously.
Sitting on the wooden board was a guy wearing mourning clothes and a hijab, whose face could not be seen clearly. He exuded a terrifying aura.
The real ghost king...
And among the ghost kings, he is considered a top-notch existence.
Wang Ye looked at it and was a little dazed for a moment.
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