"Hmph, 210,000 pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones...?" At the junction of light and dark, the bright lights of the venue penetrated, reflecting on the dark ground, making it particularly dark.
"You're really going to cause trouble for me, okay, but..."
"You have to pay more——"
Ning Xia was still watching the excitement, and suddenly her brows felt hot, and the true spirit fire seemed to be stirring inside. She was a little confused.
Although she always complained about the several ancestors in her body who would beat them up until they had nothing to do, and did nothing all day long, in fact, after these years of running in, they at least knew how to cooperate, and they also knew that her body as a host could not bear to go deeper. A level of melee, but at least he knows how to adjust and not mess around.
Moreover, after being banned by the Great Venerable and Daojun Yuanheng, their condition has become much more balanced, and they can still be controlled on a daily basis.
Among these external forces, the true spirit fire is probably the most special one. It has gradually merged with Ningxia's bloodline and become a part of her body. So in fact, most of the time when it flows in the body, it feels the same as spiritual power or even blood flow. It only becomes particularly prominent at certain special times.
Moreover, according to Ningxia's observation, this greedy guy usually reacts differently only when he encounters high-quality and energy-rich natural materials and earthly treasures. He doesn't even bother to raise his lips about the things he usually orders. I don't know what happened now. Something is craving for it.
However, what she didn't expect was that it would be Zhonghuan and Ruzhang who made moves the next moment, and they couldn't sit still.
Recently, Ningxia has been away from home and there is no way for them to come out to show off. Fortunately, they were all well-behaved and would not choose such an occasion to attract attention.
"lift--"
The sharp blade of the sword was shining brightly, and it made a faint sound of sword sounds. Ningxia quickly pulled the two ancestors back: "Shh——"
Please, they're outside, it's not safe, and it would be bad if they attract the crazy dogs around them who already have red eyes. She patted the two spiritual swords to signal them to calm down.
Unexpectedly, not only were they rarely disobedient, but the buzzing sound became more intense, and the sound of the sword kept shaking, even through Ningxia's imprisoning arms, they could hardly control it.
What's wrong with you guys? Are you kidding? Ningxia seemed to suddenly think of something and looked at the nebula stone in the middle of the booth that was still bidding wildly.
Li Chuan next to him also looked down with a stern expression. The two looked at each other, as if responding to their surprise——
"Crack!" A sound similar to the shattering of glassware suddenly sounded in the quiet venue.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
Following a series of glass snapping sounds that seemed to be connected and resonating, the lighting in the venue became unstable. The lighting instruments shattered one after another. More than half of the lighting in the venue was reduced at once, and it was still dimming at an extremely fast speed.
The entire venue fell into a certain silence for an instant, and then a burst of fierce discussion broke out in the venue. Why is this happening all of a sudden? What's going on?
The experienced store staff reacted quickly and incorrectly. The lighting artifacts in this venue are at least Xuan level or above. The Chinese store spent a lot of money to create this lighting so that the exhibits entering the booth can show a quality far exceeding that of the original materials. It can also be regarded as a marketing method.
However, these magic weapons are all controlled by colleagues in the background. Even if one or two of them have an accident, there will not be such a large-scale rupture. There is only one possibility for this situation to happen -
Someone intends to maliciously break the venue system.
Of course, they couldn't just come in and say hello. In this case, they would only come for one purpose.
Nothing can be done now. This batch of bidding exhibits is just consignment to them and does not strictly belong to them. They only bid on behalf of the auction and took a commission from it, and for some reason he did not appraise the exhibits. If something happened in the process, it would be an immeasurable huge compensation.
"Quickly, put it away! Pause the bidding, pause -" the monk in charge shouted in panic.
However, it was already too late, and those who had been secretly watching for a long time were already well prepared.
All the lights around the booth below were turned off.
The only exhibit on the stand has not yet been removed. The monks who were carrying it quickly quickened their pace. They felt a gust of wind blowing past their ears. It was obviously a light wind, but it seemed to have claws and claws "binding" their hands and feet, and it became tighter and tighter.
At this moment, everyone knew what was happening. They were afraid they had encountered a robber. Although I don’t know who has the audacity to openly attack the store, it has already caused some impact, and there is no guarantee that a bigger disaster will occur.
No, the people carrying the exhibits wanted to call for help from the backstage staff.
But as if the evil wind had predicted his reaction, it silently contained all of them.
They couldn't see the enemy, and they didn't know what the evil spell was that bound them. They only felt that the power binding their hands and feet became stronger and stronger, and gradually spread to the whole body. The chest, back, abdomen, buttocks...the whole thing tightened in a straight line.
The monk named Bai Xiao who was in charge of the auction saw that those few people were still staggering over there, so he thought they were not strong enough, so he hurriedly approached and said anxiously: "Why aren't you leaving? You can't even lift them." If you didn’t tell me earlier, you should hurry up... uh——"
A bloody smell covered his face.
The person half-arm in front of him, who might still be called a human being, was trembling all over, and stretched out a shapeless hand tremblingly in his direction. Immediately, as if he had been hit by some violent external force, his whole body was twisted into a human shape, his waist was broken, and he fell to the ground.
"Peng——" "Peng——" "Peng——"
One after another, the other three people carrying the exhibits also followed suit. Blood foam splashed from all directions, turning Bai Xiao into a bloody man.
Only then did Bai Xiao realize his fear. He didn't even care about the nebula stone that he was thinking about, and took ten steps back. But how could the "Yao Feng" who just jumped off four prey in a row let go of the delicious food delivered to him?
The blood and heart of the monk are rare and good things, and it can also have a feast tonight.
The newly glorious White Owl stood on the stage, raising his hand to see thousands of spiritual stones rising and falling. In this way, he became the meal on a certain monster's plate and melted into the flesh and blood on the ground.
However, within a short time, the area below had been completely slaughtered, with corpses and blood everywhere in the darkness. Most of the people above, especially in the box, didn't know what was going on.
Ever since Ruzhang Chonghuan and the others reacted like this, Ningxia felt something was wrong, but they didn't expect the change to happen so quickly.
Li Chuan stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice: "We can't stay here any longer, pick up your things and leave quickly."
Ning Xia also knew that this was not the time to talk. She glanced at the few remaining but still spinning betting lottery tickets, grabbed a handful from the air and snuffed out all the remaining breath to prevent anyone from taking advantage of it, and then quickly followed Shang Lichuan walked out of the box.
Mystery Man: Fireworks show is an additional price.
(End of chapter)
