"This Zhang Yan is weak, but he can repeatedly obtain omens that are far higher than his level.
This is very unusual. "
The patriarch is the most powerful in the Chen family and has the most vicious vision.
The implication is if there is something to it.
The remaining soul masters thought for a moment, then suddenly their eyes lit up and they said in surprise: "Clan leader, is it possible that this is all the result of his contracted soul?"
"good."
The clan leader nodded: "It is said that Zhang Yan's contracted soul is a book...
This book may be the reason why Zhang Yan can obtain advanced omens in ordinary scripts. "
The Chen family's soul master became even more excited.
They know what the patriarch is thinking.
Sure enough, the clan leader pondered for a moment and then said: "Based on the information, it is difficult for us to win over Zhang Yan.
Even if they win over each other, it won't last long.
Instead of picking up the bits of rotten leaves peeking out from between his fingers.
We might as well just cut off his hand and take it over. "
This is a description.
Everyone understood.
Even Chen Xiaoxiao understood it.
She shuddered violently.
The clan leader wanted to ambush Zhang Yan and steal his contracted soul object.
However, the Chen family has done this kind of thing quite a lot.
After understanding this, Chen Xiaoxiao felt a cold smile in her heart.
"Zhang Yan is indifferent to me, and my Chen family wants to kill you, so what!
Just a mere F3 level soul master.
who do you think You Are.
How dare you look down on me. "
The Chen family plotted for a while, and the clan leader ordered that what happened tonight must not be leaked out, so as not to alert others.
He also sent people to monitor Zhang Yan closely.
When Chen Xiaoxiao left, the moon had already climbed to the top of the sky.
"Zhang Yan, you are dead."
Chen Xiaoxiao sneered.
It will be a full moon in a few days.
The full moon is when the clan leader's soul is most powerful.
It was also the day that Zhang Yan was robbed of the contracted soul object and died.
Zhang Yan probably never imagined that his former class star would have such a twisted personality.
She just didn't add her on WeChat, so she wished she could die.
There is really no reason why this woman is so scary.
At this time, Zhang Yan didn't know that someone had already paid attention to him.
Early the next morning, he went to the black market.
No matter what era humans enter, the black market will always exist.
But after the strangeness came, the existence of the black market has developed into a blatant underground world.
As long as it doesn't go too far, the country will turn a blind eye.
They will even purchase omens that circulate on the black market when the national fortune is not enough.
Zhang Yan came to the black market to buy ghost coins.
The more the merrier.
Anyway, he is now very wealthy and has plenty of money.
The black market in Wencheng is in the old city, behind the Second Hospital.
It was originally an antique street.
Nowadays, it is even more chaotic than the troubled times. Rich people have long stopped collecting antiques and have turned to collecting spiritual objects.
There will be no market for antiques.
However, people who do business in the black market call this street a ghost market.
There are several F3 level soul masters guarding the streets of the ghost market.
It is very difficult for ordinary people to get in.
However, Zhang Yan was already an F6 level soul master. How dare he offend the gatekeeper, so he respectfully opened the door for Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan knew everything and came to a consignment shop converted from an antique shop.
"Brother Zhang.
Haha, I haven’t seen you for a few days and I miss you so much. "
The owner of the consignment house had a relationship with Zhang Yan.
This old man is not very powerful, but he is good at doing business.
As soon as he saw Zhang Yan, he came up to him.
Zhang Yan didn't bother him: "Old money, the same old thing, I'll buy the ghost coins.
I will buy as much as you have. "
Last time Zhang Yan bought millions of ghost coins and didn't even pay back the price.
The old man from the consignment house likes this kind of customer the most.
“Brother Zhang, I haven’t received many ghost coins recently.
There are only 30 pieces. "
Lao Qian said as he went to get the ghost coins from the safe.
He even had time to observe Zhang Yan's expression.
Sure enough, Zhang Yan heard that there were only thirty pieces, and he couldn't help but frowned: "Too few."
"There's nothing you can do about it, ghost coins are just hard currency at any time."
Lao Qian said.
Zhang Yan paid four million credits and bought all the ghost coins.
Just when he was about to go out and sweep up ghost coins in other stores, Lao Qian hurriedly stopped him.
"Brother Zhang, if you want to buy ghost coins in large quantities, you might as well go to the auction house in our ghost market."
Lao Qian came to his ear with a mysterious look on his face and said: "The auction house will recently package and auction a batch of ghost coins. It is said that some rare soul-residing objects with special abilities will also be auctioned together."
"There is still such a thing."
After all, Zhang Yan had only become a soul master not long ago, and he had never heard of an auction house that auctioned soul items.
“Tomorrow night, our auction house in Wencheng Ghost Market will start bidding.
I have a ticket here. Brother Zhang, you can try your luck. Maybe you will get something unexpected. "
The boss gave him a ticket from the auction house.
He has several such tickets, and they are not too precious.
The boss knew that Zhang Yan spent a lot of money, maybe he was the eldest son of some family.
Anyway, there is nothing wrong with forming a good relationship.
Zhang Yan listened in his heart.
He didn't know if it was because there was an auction tomorrow night. After visiting the ghost market, he didn't buy many ghost coins.
"It seems that the only way to go to the auction is to take a look."
Zhang Yan decided to go and have a look.
After returning to his home, Zhang Yan summoned Nie Xiaoqian from the room.
Comb her hair, tell her stories, do her daily routine, and increase her bond.
This has become Zhang Yan's habit.
Even daily interactions add very little to the bond.
But Zhang Yan could feel that after every daily interaction, Nie Xiaoqian would become slightly more agile.
It can even use cunning energy to simulate a larger area of an entity for Zhang Yan to come into contact with.
The next day was spent peacefully.
In the evening, he went to the ghost market again and successfully entered the auction site.
Zhang Yan sat quietly in the last row of the auction, his eyes full of anticipation.
Since the boss Qian of the consignment house said that there will be many weird soul-residing objects in this auction.
This is undoubtedly an opportunity for Zhang Yan.
He now has 100 million points of credit points and is not short of money, but he lacks the means to fight against the Black Mountain Old Demon in the Liaozhai world.
In any case, Zhang Yan is not willing to let go of even a tiny bit of hope.
This auction venue used to be a circus hall in an amusement park.
Rows of circular seats surround a central circular stage.
There was a white light on the stage.
But nothing was placed.
One after another, many soul masters wearing masks came in.
Zhang Yan naturally also wore a mask.
Nine p.m.
An old man wearing a black tuxedo with a civilized attitude walked into the circle of light in the center of the stage.
He coughed and said, "Good evening, fellow soul masters.
I am the auctioneer of this auction.
I believe that all of you can’t wait to see the auction items.
Let’s stop talking nonsense.
The auction starts immediately! "
