"Weird...weird?"
Hearing Jiang Yan's words, the smile on the burly man's face could hardly be maintained. In his understanding, those who could interact with the weird were either cultists, blood sect families, or people who were capable of capturing and killing monsters. A martial artist who makes a living by buying weird things.
And these people are ruthless people.
Fierce and cruel.
His head hung down, and he no longer dared to look directly at the other person. He could only use his peripheral vision to observe, trying to judge whether this was just a joke through the other person's expressions and movements.
"Yeah, it's just weird."
Jiang Yan didn't seem to notice the strong man's state, with a smile on his face:
"I heard from people that Heroes Pavilion is one of the most popular black markets in Nanyan City. It has many channels and should be able to meet my needs."
"Yes, yes." The strong man finally raised his head, with a big smile on his face, and said in a somewhat reserved tone:
"I know a few chambers of commerce, that's all."
When he said this, he turned his head slightly, slowly scanned the entire inner hall on the first floor, and his eyes stopped in a certain corner.
Then, he raised his arm and pointed in that direction:
"Guest, that person is from the Arc Light Chamber of Commerce. He needs something for you."
"Oh?" Jiang Yan looked towards the direction where the strong man's arm extended, and saw a vague, but vaguely identifiable figure of a man.
At this moment, this man was sitting in the deepest part of the inner hall, facing away.
"Thank you very much."
After finding the target, Jiang Yan dismissed the strong man without another chance, walked closer to the blurry figure step by step, and sat down opposite him.
"A new face."
The man whose real face was covered by a funny grizzly mask raised his eyes at Jiang Yan and said casually:
"Let me guess which side you are from.
"Well, you don't have the weird 'flavor' of a cultist, and you don't have the 'confidence' of a child from an aristocratic family. You are a folk warrior, right?
"Do you have 'goods' in your hand that you want to buy for me?"
Your kind of "blind recommendation" also requires strong self-confidence... Jiang Yan did not answer the question of the man wearing the grizzly mask, and said directly:
"I want to buy weirdness from you."
"Buy……"
The man repeated these two words in a low voice, clasping his hands together and straightening his back. He looked Jiang Yan up and down, and his tone became gentle and no longer casual:
"What rank does the guest want and how much quantity do you want?"
Jiang Yan pondered for a moment and said seriously:
"The higher the rank, the higher the number, the better."
The weirdness sold as "goods" must be in a sealed state. No matter what "grade" is purchased, there is always a way to kill it and obtain the weirdness value.
Hearing Jiang Yan's loud tone, the man who belonged to the Arc Light Chamber of Commerce was angry and laughed, and just heard him say:
"Do you want to consider the 'eighth-level weirdness'?"
"They are available at the eighth level? Are they also sold at the eighth level?"
Jiang Yan rubbed his eyes hard, trying to see the other person's expression clearly through the grizzly bear mask... The eighth level, that is comparable to the weirdness of a warrior in the pattern realm, even with weird methods, and some extreme combat power.
Now, such a powerful existence can actually be equated with "goods".
"Of course, of course, for sale." The man raised his chin slightly:
"Our Arc Light Merchant Guild has a big boss from the extreme realm, so we are naturally capable of capturing and suppressing eighth-level weirdos alive."
After saying this, he stared at Jiang Yan without any fluctuation in his voice:
"Does the guest want to hear the weird price of this eighth-level statue?"
I can't afford it even after hearing that. In the eyes of some people, the eighth-level weird things may be more precious than the ninth-level materials... Jiang Yan clasped his right palm together and rubbed the lotus mark on his palm. There were some Luo flowers there. Most of Cang's eight families accumulated it.
"No need." Jiang Yan shook his head: "Tell me the price of the fourth to seventh levels. The eighth level is too far away from me, and I don't want to be hit."
"Haha... I thought you would listen."
The man shook his head and joked, then opened a silence talisman to shield the surroundings, and talked about the prices with Jiang Yan.
After a while, Jiang Yan handed a stack of Yuanjing bills to the man's hand, and then the two of them stood up one after another.
"In half a month, guests, please come here to see me. I will prepare the amount you want." The man put the Yuanjing receipt into his pocket and his tone became brisk.
"good."
Jiang Yan nodded and then asked:
"What if I'm delayed on other matters and can't see you on time?"
"That's okay. Your share will be stored first, but when it is delivered later, you will need to pay an additional fee for the loss of talismans. Those will be used to suppress weirdness."
"That's it."
Jiang Yan nodded slightly and agreed.
…
…
The next day.
early morning.
After inquiring, Jiang Yan came to the Qingmudang station and saw vehicles loaded with goods, busy Qingmutang disciples, and Baihetang colleagues standing in a group at the edge.
"Jiang Yan, you are late."
Seeing Jiang Yan, Zhao Yuanba immediately raised his voice and waved to him.
"I'm different from you."
Approaching Zhao Yuanba, Jiang Yan nodded to the other people in Baihetang one by one, said hello, and then said seriously to his friend:
"I have a family, and you don't even have a permanent place to live."
"Why not? Every place in Nanyan City is my home." Zhao Yuanba was not hit. Instead, he raised his chin and said in a "sarcastic" tone:
“It’s rare to find a family-oriented guy like you.
"You are different from us."
Jiang Yan shook his head and did not continue the topic. Instead, he looked around and asked:
"Where's Brother Xiaohong? Why aren't you here?"
"Perhaps I had an inspiration while refining the elixir and it was delayed." Zhao Yuanba raised his head and looked at the sun, then looked at the disciples of Qingmu Hall sorting out the goods, and made a slight estimate:
"Miao Xiaohong still has time."
After saying this, the two whispered some other topics, then stopped communicating and gathered in the small group of Baihe Hall, quietly watching the disciples of Qingmu Hall busy while waiting for Miao Xiaohong.
After about a stick of incense, ordinary-looking Miao Xiaohong finally appeared, with a droopy nose and thick black eyebrows.
At this moment, it was not as if he had gotten up early in the morning and had tidied himself up, but as if he had been hungover for several days, with his hair greasy and shiny, and his clothes wrinkled and stiff.
"Brother Miao, what are you doing?"
Zhao Yuanba pinched his nose, trying to block the unspeakable smell coming from the other party.
"Haha, I succeeded." Miao Xiaohong didn't care about her personal image at all. She stepped forward excitedly and said eagerly:
"Brother Jiang, Brother Zhao, I have refined a new elixir."
As he spoke, he took out a gray bottle from his pocket and was about to open it and share it with his two new friends.
"Stop!" Jiang Yan glanced at the people in Baihe Hall who had secretly moved away, and couldn't help but shouted loudly, preparing to stop Miao Xiaohong.
But it was still too late. As Miao Xiaohong opened the gray bottle, a very strong, fishy, sour and smelly smell spread out, drowning the three of them.
"Fuck, what does it taste like... vomit..."
Being in the center of the smell, Zhao Yuanba almost fainted from the smell, vomiting and cursing Miao Xiaohong.
"What is this? A genius who makes alchemy?"
Jiang Yan held his breath and couldn't help rolling his eyes. He touched the clothes he had changed in the morning and felt that they were no longer dry and became greasy.
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