Xue Ling silently held her breath, watching the young man foaming at the mouth and being dragged out of the hall by the man in red with the flame mask as if he was dead.
Ambergris scent?
Xue Ling recalled Fang Bie's previous warning. Fang Bie's warning was obviously so understated. How could such a serious situation happen?
Is this person dead?
"Ambergris?" Xue Ling asked.
Fang Bie nodded: "Ambergris, the ambergris here has a certain hallucinogenic effect. You can control the dispersion of ambergris through purposeful breathing and the depth of your own skills. If this city People in the hall who ingest a large amount of the aroma without any guidance or feel that the aroma is comfortable and stimulating to breathe will become hallucinogenic and crazy like this person, and then be knocked unconscious and thrown out."
"But even so, the time that each person can stay in this hall is limited. The longer you stay, the deeper your skills are and the more respected you will be by others."
"But you have to act within your capabilities. After all, if you really accumulate toxins and go crazy just to show off your strength, it will become a joke."
"After all." Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling: "You see, if you get crazy, your mask will be taken off."
Xue Ling shuddered.
Yes, it's so embarrassing.
"Why is there such a design?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.
Because such a design would be really strange.
"Because this is the Palace of the Dragon King." Fang Bie replied.
"The Palace of the Dragon King?" Xue Ling asked.
Fang Bie took Xue Ling's hand and continued to move forward: "Yes, the Palace of the Dragon King."
"This is the territory of the Dragon King. Everyone must act according to the Dragon King's will, just as the Dragon King has given this place for hidden identity transactions, but no one is allowed to hide here all day long and never leave. This ambergris is also A threshold for elimination so that those within it will not be too weak."
Xue Ling bit her lip: "This is too complicated."
Fang Bie smiled: "Then Qinghu, do you want a simpler way?"
Xue Ling didn't think about who the green fox was referring to at first, then realized that it was herself, and finally started to think about how to achieve this effect if it was herself.
Her first reaction was to register everyone's rank and name, and to fabricate official methods such as registration.
I even blushed a little at that moment. After all, if this was really the case, the anonymous transaction in the Palace of the Dragon King would be meaningless.
On the other side, Fang Bie had already stopped in front of a stall: "Are these gloves gold gloves?"
Fang Bie said this in a rich and mellow baritone voice.
Xue Ling walked around Fang Bie's body in a black cloak and looked forward. Sure enough, she saw different objects placed on the stall in front of Fang Bie, such as the shiny-looking gloves that Fang Bie just selected, and other items. The gleaming dagger and a small box that looked very delicate seemed to be a mechanism for launching hidden weapons.
"This big brother is really a good judge of goods." The mask on the face of the shop owner opposite is a charming fire fox, and his voice is also soft and charming, which makes people feel that their bones are crispy when they hear it: "This glove is made of sky silk mixed with mysterious... Made of iron, it can be used with bare hands and is invulnerable after being worn. It is the best companion equipment for those who are skilled in martial arts."
Fang Bie said calmly: "Invulnerable?"
Red Fox nodded repeatedly. He skillfully took out a piece of wrought iron and placed it on the tables in front of him. He handed it to Fang Bie and said, "Please check it, sir. This is good quality wrought iron. There is no fraud."
Fang Bie took it casually, looked at it and handed it back: "Really."
Red Fox smiled and said: "Brother Emotional has extraordinary eyesight."
With that said, she put the piece of wrought iron away, took out the dagger on the side, held it down, and clicked it three times like cutting a sausage, cutting the piece of wrought iron into three thumb-sized pieces.
"This dagger is called Fish Chop. I picked it up from a fisherman. It cuts iron as well as mud. It is a magic weapon. If you want it, brother, I can sell it to you for a thousand taels."
"Nothing." Red Fox said this and paused. He put on the soft gold gloves, turned his slender fingers over Fang Bie's hand, then put his hand on the chopping board, and took the The handle of the fish-cutting dagger is as sharp as clay, and she seems to be smiling sweetly from the side of her head. Although the red fox mask hides her expression, you can hear the faint and clear laughter: "Brother, watch it."
As she said this, she held the fish-killing dagger in her hand, lightly scratched her finger, and then raised her palm, only to see that there was not even a scratch on it.
"Golden gloves are invulnerable and can be used with bare hands. They are contradictory, but my fish-killing dagger cannot cut through my golden gloves."
"These gloves are three thousand taels, fixed price."
Xue Ling watched with excitement.
Yes, a glove that can withstand a dagger that is as sharp as iron is sold for only three thousand taels.
If - yes, just if, Xue Ling has three thousand taels of silver, she will definitely buy it without hesitation, so that when she practices Rolex's soft sword swordsmanship in the future, she no longer has to worry about her fingers and herself. The family was separated.
But three thousand taels, I really can only think about it.
After all, the monthly salary of a first-rank imperial master in the Zhou Dynasty was only eighty-seven shi meters. One tael of silver could buy almost two shi meters in good years. In other words, the monthly salary of a grand master was forty-three taels and five kilograms of silver, which is Five hundred and twenty-two taels of silver, and it took six years of saving without food or water to buy this gold glove.
Of course, a grand master's income in a year would definitely be more than the five hundred and twenty-two taels of silver, but these gold gloves are really very expensive.
Based on Xue Ling's current monthly salary of four taels of silver, it would take Xue Ling herself to work without food or water for 625 years to afford these three thousand taels of silver.
Sure enough, working class people have a hard life.
While Xue Ling was looking hot, Fang Bie himself spoke unhurriedly: "Can you let me try it?"
The red fox looked at the monkey-faced guest in front of him: "No, this is a valuable item. I can't let you try it before you pay the deposit."
"How much is the deposit?" Fang Bie asked.
"The deposit is five hundred taels." Red Fox replied decisively.
Well, one year's salary for a grand master, Xue Ling said in her mind.
Sure enough, everyone in the world is very rich?
Fang Bie smiled and said, "Then I won't try. I'll ask Sister Fox to give it a try."
"You're still wearing your precious gloves."
"Then use your precious dagger to scratch both the front and back. How about that?"
Fang Bi's voice was still a rich middle-aged voice, and Sister Fox's call was kind and lovely, but as soon as these words came out, Red Fox's movements suddenly froze.
"You..." She only said one word and couldn't continue.
