Although the lighting in the ghost market is not good, there are many customers.
In addition to many street stalls, wide passages are reserved on the square for pedestrians to pass through.
But at this time, the tidal flow of people had already crowded these passages, making it almost impossible for people to pass.
Seeing the crowds of people, Meng Zhang's eyes lit up. The ghost market in Huojingfang City was indeed much more lively than Mingshafang City.
Meng Zhang left the corridor and walked into the square. Following the crowd, he carefully looked at the various items on the street stalls.
Underground in the hot Huojingfang City, the temperature is even worse than on the ground. Moreover, the crowd is dense, and the feeling in such a confined space is really uncomfortable.
When he first entered Huojingfang City, Meng Zhang had already tried using spells to cool down his body and using Qi to regulate his body temperature.
But Meng Zhang tried many methods, but the effect was not obvious, and his body was still unbearably hot.
Meng Zhang's senses were keen and he sensed carefully, only to realize that it was not just a matter of temperature.
There should be a huge fire underground, constantly radiating heat upwards.
There is a strange power in it that makes people feel hot.
Fortunately, Meng Zhang had carefully discerned that this power only made people feel uncomfortable and had no hidden harm.
As a cultivator, his endurance is much stronger than that of ordinary people. It's just a little bit of heat, and it will pass.
Meng Zhang was full of expectations for the street stalls in the ghost market, and Meng Zhang even felt that the heat had become much lighter.
After spending a lot of time and sweat, Meng Zhang found nothing in the ghost market.
Among the items on the stall, there are only a few valuable items.
Just these few items are expensive. Obviously, the stall owner knows the value of his stuff.
Those few valuable items were not worth the high price he paid for them.
Meng Zhang's hope of picking up the leak was dashed.
In the past, the two magic weapons that Meng Zhang missed were his own Dharma Eyes for Deception, and the rich knowledge he gained from the testing ground, which gave him a wide range of knowledge.
But in the world of cultivation, he is definitely not the only one who practices eye skills. Those cultivators who have rich experience and broad knowledge are even more numerous.
Meng Zhang cursed in his heart that all the hard work he had done had been in vain after he had been struggling for so long. If I had known that I would not get anything from the ghost market, I might as well have cooled off in the hotel.
Since there was nothing to visit in the ghost market, Meng Zhang left the square and prepared to leave.
He had just reached the edge of the square and was about to enter the corridor he came through.
At this time, a middle-aged man blocked his way.
"Are you the head of Taiyi Sect, Meng Zhangmeng?" Although it was a question, it was in an affirmative tone.
"Who are you, and do you have any advice?" Meng Zhang looked at him warily.
Meng Zhang must be careful when being stopped by a strange monk in a strange place.
"It seems that Master Meng has not gained much in the ghost market."
"That's right. The so-called ghost market is just to fool ordinary monks, and there is nothing good in it. Of course, a big customer like Head Meng will look down on those things that fool people."
The middle-aged man did not answer Meng Zhang's question directly, but directly took out a black token.
"If Master Meng wants to buy some good things or some special goods, you can go there and have a look."
The middle-aged man pointed to an inconspicuous small room next to the underground square, and then handed over the black token.
Meng Zhang glanced at the black token with his Deliang Dharma Eye, confirmed that there was no trap inside, and took it carefully.
After the middle-aged man finished doing this, he left voluntarily.
During this process, Meng Zhang used his mind to read the other person's thoughts, but failed. It's just that you can clearly feel that the other party has no ill intentions towards you.
It seems that his mind is not omnipotent.
Meng Zhang himself knew that there were several secret techniques in the world of cultivation that could restrain his mind and prevent it from being read by others using secret techniques such as mind reading.
Being able to judge that the other party has no malicious intent is considered an extraordinary gift of his telepathy.
Meng Zhang looked at the middle-aged man's leaving figure and thought of some rumors in his mind.
It is said that in some larger markets, organized black markets exist secretly.
The forces behind the organization of the black market have a strong background and extraordinary strength. Even the local snakes in various cities will give them three points.
The goods in these black markets are far richer than those in the shops in the market, and they are all-encompassing and almost everything.
Of course, there will inevitably be some forbidden items and stolen goods in the world of cultivation.
Meng Zhang himself had never been exposed to the black market, but there were seniors from the Taiyi Sect who had done transactions in the black market.
In the diary of the head of the Taiyi Sect that Meng Zhang inherited, there is the experience of the former head of the Taiyi Sect in the black market.
Combining these records, Meng Zhang also figured it out.
After he entered Huojingfang City, although he sold sundries in several shops, he still fell into the eyes of interested people. Four hundred low-grade spiritual stones may not seem like much, but in fact, their purchasing power is not bad.
With his strong strength in the black market, it is easy to figure out his identity and background.
He is mediocre in strength and comes from a weak sect, but he has a fortune in spiritual stones. He is the favorite customer of various merchants.
Fortunately, although the black market belongs to the black field, I have never heard of black market organizers having a history of murder and robbery.
The transactions in the black market are still very fair. What matters is that you are willing to take out the spiritual stones and consume them.
At this time, the middle-aged man was talking with other cultivators. Apparently, this guy is the guy responsible for soliciting customers.
When setting up a black market, of course one hopes to have many customers and a prosperous business.
Meng Zhang thought for a moment. The black market has always had a good reputation. There should be no danger in going to take a look for himself.
Meng Zhang walked into the hut pointed by the middle-aged man.
In a dark cabin, a man dressed in black was guarding the door of the cabin.
Seeing Meng Zhang come in, he stretched out his hand.
"Token."
Meng Zhang handed over the black token. The other party checked it and then handed over a mask and a cloak.
The man in black knocked lightly on the wall, and a dark hole was revealed on the wall, with a deep passage inside.
"Go in and walk to the end."
Meng Zhang took the mask and cloak from the other party and walked directly into the passage without asking any questions.
Although it was dark inside the passage, you couldn't see your fingers. However, monks basically have some kind of night vision spell or ability, and Meng Zhang's Deception Eye can directly penetrate the darkness.
