In front of the auction house, there were still crowds of people, but there was a dead silence in the air, and there was no longer the excitement before.
"I read that right! Isn't this the kid just now?" It wasn't until the auction house door was closed for some time that someone in the crowd asked.
Then this sentence was like a spark, igniting the atmosphere here again.
"Old ghost, didn't you say that the executor would never ask anything about the auction house? What's going on?" Sifang looked over with a half-smile.
"You ask me, who am I going to ask?" The old ghost looked embarrassed when he heard this.
The old ghost was well-informed and knew something about the grievances between the executor and the owner of Vientiane Market, so he said this. However, he did not expect that the executor would enter the auction house in front of him and beat him severely. his face.
"Who is that kid?" The old ghost frowned. Although others may not notice it, he watched the executor's abnormal behavior carefully. He had never seen anyone who had an Executor serve him so well.
Although the two black-armored guards outside the door were equally confused, they knew that the executor had his own reasons for his actions, and of course they did not dare to stop him with words.
When the old ghost heard someone next to him gossiping that the Green Ghost King had a close relationship with the owner of the Vientiane Market, he still sneered in his heart. At this moment, I couldn't help but wonder if this kid really had some unknown relationship with the owner of Vientiane Market.
"Senior, why are there so many people here?" Just as everyone was whispering, a particularly loud voice suddenly came from outside the crowd.
This man's voice was loud and attracted the attention of a group of people nearby, making him feel uncomfortable all over. Fortunately, these people just looked at him, then turned back and ignored him.
"This is the auction house of Wanxiang Market that I told you." These two people are Brother Zhuang and the person from the Gongdian Hall. Brother Zhuang was frightened when he was glanced at, but the person from the Gongdian Hall was... He was used to seeing this kind of scene, so his expression was as usual.
"Eh? Sir, why are you here in your spare time?" Just as the people from the Gongdian Hall were explaining to Brother Zhuang, a surprise suddenly sounded not far away.
The visitor from the work hall turned around and saw that the person speaking to him was a bloated man, and there were two figures behind him, one of whom was an old man dressed in colorful clothes, and the other He is tall and thin, with a ferocious appearance.
"Wind pocket?" The person from the work hall recognized the former at a glance, because this guy was one of the speculators he knew! Although he himself despised these guys, after all, this Feng Pocket belonged to the teacup ghost who was the registrar of the household hall, so he had no choice but to ignore them and nodded slightly as a greeting.
However, he had no intention of taking over Feng Pocket's question. When the latter came closer, he asked first, "Feng Pocket, do you know why the situation here is like this?"
If it were before, Feng Pocket would have inquired about the situation in the Vientiane Market in great detail, but since he had just returned from the Wild Ghost Village recently and had to deal with a lot of other things, he had no time to pay attention to the news here.
"Um...I just arrived here." Feng Pocket could only tell the truth, "I just heard that there seems to be some treasure in the auction house this time!"
"Baby?" The person from the work hall raised his eyebrows, thinking that the bag was incomplete, "When has there been no treasure in this auction house?"
"Hehe, what you said is right..." Feng Pocket smiled awkwardly, "But I don't know exactly what kind of treasure it is. You will know when you go in later."
Workers from the Gongdian usually don't get much salary, and even if they occasionally come to the Vientiane Market, they have never had any thoughts about the auction house. But today he got a sudden windfall, and after hearing what Feng Pocket said, he also had the idea to join in the fun.
"Senior..." Brother Zhuang on the side hesitated to speak. He didn't dare to speak until the few people in front of him said goodbye to the people from the work hall.
"What's wrong?" The person from the work hall asked calmly.
"This guy...could he be the fat guy that person was talking about!" The so-called authority-obsessed observers clearly knew that the visitor from the Gongdian Hall did not think of this because he knew the visitor. Instead, Brother Zhuang on the side noticed the abnormality.
"Huh?" The person from the work hall finally realized. He saw that Feng Pocket's description matched the description of the new ghost, so he hurriedly stopped Feng Pocket and said, "Feng Pocket, please stay!"
"What else do you have to do, sir?" Feng Qiu asked Xi Gui and Lao Xian to leave first, and then ran back with Xiao Pao.
"Let me ask you, among the people you brought this time, is there a boy from our Gongdian?" someone from the Gongdian asked directly.
Feng Pocket was slightly startled: "Sir, how do you know?"
"Just answer my questions!" The man from the work hall's eyes lit up and he asked: "Tell me, where is this kid now?"
As an outsider, Feng Pocket only knew that the people in the palace were harmonious and did not feel that the man in front of him would pose any threat to Wu Fan, so he had no intention of hiding anything.
It pointed at the door of the auction house, lowered its voice and said, "Sir, that little brother has been taken to the auction house by the executioner!"
"Senior! Then let's go in quickly!" Brother Zhuang didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he urged in a low voice.
"Oh? Do you know each other?" Feng Pocket took a look at the guy who was talking. Even though he was dressed in a human-like manner, he couldn't hide the aura of a new ghost. Feng Pocket didn't expect that he would meet little brother Wu Fan.
"Of course...this guy is..."
Before Brother Zhuang could finish speaking, someone from the Gongdian Hall interrupted the former: "It's okay, Feng Pocket, you go and do your work first..."
Seeing Feng Pocket leaving, Brother Zhuang was very unwilling: "Senior, since we know that kid is in the auction house, why don't we just go in and capture him?"
"Boy, this Feng Pocket is just perfunctory. You can't enter the auction house casually!" The person from the work hall sneered, "I didn't expect that this speculative guy was so kind that he would bring it for himself. The 'guest' conceals his whereabouts!"
"Senior, what do you mean... this fat man is lying?" Brother Zhuang suddenly woke up, and then said worriedly: "Senior... let's leave here, I'm worried that the kid will take the opportunity to escape!"
"Don't worry, there is only one way out of Wanxiang, and he can't escape no matter what! Moreover, private fights are prohibited in Wanxiang Market. Even if we meet him, we can't take action. It will only make him take precautions in advance!"
As he said that, he looked at the auction house with burning eyes, and his heart was even more ready to move! You must know that the opening of this auction house is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Since I encountered it today, I can forget about everything for the time being! If I can find some treasures, my position may be further improved!
"Boy! This Wanxiang Market is not a place for fooling around. When you go in later, just watch the fun. Don't talk randomly like you just did!" someone from the Gongdian warned.
"I...I know." Brother Zhuang couldn't wait to leave, but since the senior had spoken, he couldn't disobey, so he could only hang his head and reluctantly agreed.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
I don't know how much time passed, but the bell in front of the auction house suddenly began to ring loudly. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the door of the auction house finally opened slowly.
"Old ghost, the door is open!" Man Lian Xinmei, who was closing his eyes to recuperate, opened his eyes when he heard the ringing and spoke as a reminder.
"I know, I know..." the old ghost responded impatiently, then twisted his neck and entangled the people around him in the air, and shouted: "Don't forget to give the old ghost a seat! Let's go!" , he threw a few people forward and threw them directly into the gate!
"Old immortal, opera ghost, let's hurry up! I'm afraid we won't even be able to get through the auction house if we're late!" Feng Pocket perked up when he heard the bell, and started gearing up.
"Young man Wu Fan is so heartless. He doesn't want to make things easier for me even though he has a backer!" Although the old immortal was tall and strong, he was still squeezed to the point where his center of gravity was unstable and he was swaying back and forth, as if he was floating on the tide. among.
And just as he was mumbling, he saw several figures flying through the air and falling steadily into the gate!
"Eh? Is there such a method?" The old immortal's eyes lit up when he saw this. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the old ghost's neck and lifted him over: "Long-necked old man! Come and help!"
"Ouch!" The old ghost didn't expect that he would be grabbed by the neck. He felt that his eyes were black and he was about to faint. He shouted hurriedly: "What bastard, let me go quickly..." But when he saw clearly who was coming One of the few people who was following the boy before lost most of his temper: "What a good man! What a good man! If you have something to say! Let the old ghost go!"
"Old ghost, right? Come and help! Send us in too!" The old immortal was so crowded that his eyes were filled with stars, and he said hurriedly.
The old ghost turned his head and looked at it, and then he was about to cry: "I'm talking about this good man, look at the three of you. One is tall and the other is fat and strong. Aren't you making things difficult for the old ghost?"
Feng Pocket looked unhappy when he heard what the old ghost said, and came over with a cold face: "What does it mean to be fat and strong? I'm just puffy!"
"Then... let me give it a try..." The old ghost didn't dare to offend these people in front of him. He stretched out his neck and entangled the fat man and the guy in colorful clothes! What surprised him was that the wind pocket was true. Its body was actually a bit lighter than that guy in colorful clothes.
Even so, after sending the two people through the gate, the old ghost had no extra energy and said with a sad face: "Hero! The old ghost really tried his best!"
The old fairy didn't speak. It looked at the door, then looked at the old ghost, and lifted the latter up.
The two black-armored soldiers who were supposed to maintain order may have been ordered by the executor, but they had no intention of dissuading them. They just stood aside with a cold look, which made the old ghost feel even more chilled. He cursed in his heart that there was no absolute fairness anywhere.
"Hero! You...what do you want to do?" Although he was unhappy in his heart, the old ghost didn't dare to show it on his face, and he shrank his neck and asked.
"Help each other! Give you a ride!"
After saying this, I saw the old immortal smashing the old ghost directly into the door...
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