Whether they were selling or buying goods, their heads and faces seemed to be covered with a thin layer of gray fog, making it difficult to see clearly.
I am thoughtful,
This is a kind of protection provided by Mingfang to sellers and buyers.
The criminals who kill people and rob goods cannot be seen in the light. Who buys and sells it is best not to be known.
Once you reach the end of the narrow street, your vision is as distorted as if you had pulled out a telephoto lens.
The whole body was covered with gray mist, and there was an intersection about ten meters on both sides.
There are far more than one narrow street in the Underworld, extending in all directions like a spider web. I have only been here a few times and only walked through one.
The outer edge is an arc-shaped circle, and the stall area in the middle has very little conversation.
I walked straight over and entered the road between the two cement platforms. The people in front and the people behind the concrete platforms were still obscured by the fog, but the things on the platform were very clear.
On the left is a pair of old, even somewhat damaged embroidered shoes.
There is a gong on the right.
When I saw the gong, my pupils narrowed for a moment.
The surface of the brass gong was mottled with green rust, and there were dark brown blood stains on the rust surface.
The watchman's gong...
The blood stains were faintly white.
Under normal circumstances, when the watchman strikes the gong, he will force his opponent to vomit blood, but the opponent rarely spits blood on the watchman's gong.
Either the watchman was killed and the gong was stained with blood.
Either the watchman overused a technique, causing a backlash!
Now that this gong is on the table, no matter what the situation is, it means that the watchman is useless even if he is not dead. Otherwise, how could he give up the gong to others?
"How to sell it?" My tone was calm.
The man behind the cement platform had a broad figure, but he replied softly: "Two yellow croakers."
I frowned and said nothing.
Yellow croaker is actually a gold bar.
Generally, a yellow croaker weighs one pound. According to the current market price, it is 400,000!
Even if the money left by Old Qintou didn't go to Tang Quan, I wouldn't be able to raise enough.
However, Tang Quan had a lot of gold there, so it was more than enough to buy this gong.
But I don’t have time to go back and get the money, and I may not be able to keep this gong until then.
"Brother, this gong has been passed down for at least three generations. It is extremely evil. Just knock it and it can suppress the Yellow Pages ghost. It is easy to deal with the resentment ghost. If you are strong enough, you will not be corroded by the blood resentment ghost. Gong noodles, as long as you know the goods, you can make no loss from two yellow croakers." The voice of the broad figure was even shriller.
"I'll take a look when I get out later." I replied with a sigh.
I really want this gong.
The last time I lost the gong in Huangsi, I lost a very crucial method.
It's just that the money is really not enough. Selling the negative cards may be enough.
He glanced sideways and glanced at the old embroidered shoes again. The figure behind the table was slim and tall.
"The shoes left by hanged ghosts who died of self-hanging can be used to hook the hanged ghosts if the toes of the shoes are facing inwards."
The voice belonged to a woman, but it was as rough as a man's.
I shook my head, showing no interest.
That second glance was all because the thing that attracted the headless woman in the first place was the embroidered shoes.
Continuing to walk inside, the things on the concrete platform can't be said to be dazzling, but they really made me gain knowledge.
What interests me are a twenty-year-old riding cloth, a lightning-struck willow trunk, and a piece of scalp.
The cheapest is the riding cloth, which costs three small yellow croakers. The willow tree trunk is more expensive than a gong, and the scalp is not subject to price, but is only exchanged.
I took out the negative card, but others didn't even say anything, obviously they looked down upon me.
The riding cloth is dirty and evil, and if it is twenty years old, any bloody ghost will suffer great losses if it is stuck on it.
Lightning strikes wood to defeat ghosts. Whether it is used to carve talismans or make mourning sticks, it is a powerful tool to ward off evil spirits!
I want them all, but my money is tight and my conditions don’t allow it...
I simply stopped looking at what others were selling. When I walked to a concrete countertop with no one around, I followed the actions of a person I had seen before and jumped in through the hole below.
Then, a thicker gray fog enveloped me.
Take the Yin cards out of the chamber pot and place them on the cement table.
I counted the number, there were nine in total.
I haven't seen anyone selling this thing, so I can only wait.
Time passed little by little, and there was another person behind me, with his back to me.
There seemed to be an invisible barrier between the two of us, and I wasn't worried that he would come over.
Someone also came in and placed "goods" on the cement platform on the right.
There were a lot of people coming and going, scattered here and there, and someone stopped in front of me.
I'm not very good at actively shouting, so I can only keep silent and wait for people to ask.
Five or six people passed by in a row, but they all just looked at them.
In addition, the previous stall owner looked down on negative cards, so I felt that these things were worthless.
Feeling a little depressed, I decided to wait a while, but if no one showed up, I would leave.
For ten minutes in a row, no one even looked at it, let alone inquiries.
Finally, another person stopped in front of the stall.
He was short in stature. He looked at the negative cards and asked in a drake voice: "What's the price?"
"Two yellow croakers." I replied in a muffled voice.
"How much?!" The man's voice became slightly louder, looking stunned.
I:"……"
Did you quote a higher price yourself?
"All together, two yellow croakers, or you can exchange them for something of equal value." I said in annoyance.
In fact, the effect of this negative card is not weak. In terms of value, it should be a little higher than the riding cloth. I also set the price based on this inference.
If it still can't be sold, I'm afraid I'll have to go back to Mao Yousan and ask about the market price first.
It was also Mao Yousan who refused to help and insisted on negotiating terms with me. Otherwise, it wouldn't be such a hassle at all.
The next second, there was a soft snap, interrupting my trance.
Two gold bars, two fingers wide and palm long, fell on the cement table!
With a whoosh, all the Yin cards disappeared.
"The money will be cleared! No regrets!"
"Boss, when will you come next time? Or booth No. 16?" The male duck voice seemed extremely excited and asked again.
My pupils tightened and I stared at the two gold bars.
The boredom disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of disappointment! It was like falling from a height all of a sudden.
Sold at a loss? !
Seeing that I didn't answer, the short male duck-voiced man hurriedly returned in the direction he came from.
Attention came from the left and right sides, as well as from the stalls opposite.
I couldn't see their faces, but I could feel the surprise and astonishment in their eyes.
The annoyance I had just dissipated came back to me.
It seems that if I ask for one more yellow croaker, I'm afraid I can make a deal...
I stood there with a frown on my face for half a minute. I didn't have anything to sell, so I got out of the concrete platform.
When I passed the stalls selling riding cloth and lightning wood, I didn't dare to take another look.
Go all the way back to the entrance and stand in front of the first cement platform.
Looking at the green and rusty gong, I remained motionless, feeling hesitant in my heart and worrying about the conflict between heaven and man.
By selling negative cards, I wanted to raise money to help Zhao Kang deal with the aftermath.
But I happened to encounter the gong again, which was something I urgently needed.
I am in a dangerous situation now. If I have one more thing on me, I will have more confidence in doing things.
While he was thinking about it, the man selling gongs started to "sell" again.
