"Chicken stewed with mushrooms." Mei Nanzi continued in a low voice.
"Come in." The old man hunched over and slowly opened the door.
Mei Nanzi led several people into the house and Liangchen looked around.
There was a burst of herbal smell in the house, and there were seven or eight shelves lined up with various spiritual herbs.
While observing, he thought about the path he had taken just now. He should be in the northeast corner of Magic Dragon City at this time.
The one-eyed old man said to several people:
follow me. "
After saying that, the old man bent down and walked slowly to the south wall of the house.
There is a herbal medicine shelf against the south wall. A long nail is driven into the edge of the shelf, and a stack of white masks are hung on it.
"Everyone gets a mask and puts it on."
The old man said something, and then used his calloused hands to grab an unknown herb on the shelf.
A stream of light flashed on the wall, and a small door glowing with silver appeared on the wall.
"Follow me." The old man greeted and stepped in.
Mei Nanzi followed and stepped in.
Liangchen looked hesitant and stepped back.
The old man in soap robe took a mask and put it on, and followed in as if he was familiar with the road.
The bearded man seemed to be participating in the black market for the first time like Liangchen. He hesitated and glanced at him, but finally picked up the mask, put it on, walked to the small door, and walked in.
Liangchen was left, put on the mask, gritted his teeth and followed in.
As soon as he put the mask on, he felt as if the mask came to life, slowly changing the shape of his face, and finally clinging tightly to his face, as if it was his own face, which surprised him secretly.
"I don't know what I have become like? What have become of the other two people?" Liangchen thought secretly in his heart.
"Is this child here for the first time? Don't be nervous. In your state, if someone has the intention to harm you, it doesn't matter whether you guard against him or not."
The old man's hoarse voice came from the front.
After entering the door, there is a spiral downward staircase that extends underground.
A few people moved forward slowly, and in about half a cup of tea, they reached a door.
There were two people standing at the door. At first glance, Liangchen was shocked to see that they were two old men with stooped bodies.
He looks exactly like the person who led the way just now!
Liangchen was startled for a moment, and when he looked carefully, he saw that it was indeed one-eyed.
He didn't know what was going on, but a chill ran down his back, and he almost wanted to retreat.
If you change your appearance in disguise, there is usually a time limit, and it is not necessary.
"Anyway, as the old man said, if you really have the intention, your realm will be worse than that of an ant."
Liangchen thought about it and walked past the two of them.
The old man who led the way walked in as if he had not seen him before, pausing every two steps.
The two one-eyed old men also turned a blind eye and only used their one-eyed eyes to look at a few people.
When Liangchen was glanced at by that one eye, his intuition felt as if everything was exposed, and he felt a chill in his heart.
When he stepped through the door, he saw a spacious hall.
The hall is about three to four feet high. The four walls are carved with exquisite murals and inlaid with more than a dozen luminous pearls.
There is an anchor-like thing hanging in the middle of the sky, and an oil lamp is hung on each of the three anchor tips. It emits a pale yellow light, echoing the luminous pearls on the wall, and illuminating the hall extremely brightly.
In the center of the hall was a carpet made of animal skins, with a row of long bluestone tables placed across the middle like a long dragon. On both sides of the long table were a group of dark people in various costumes, about one or two hundred people.
When they saw Liangchen and several people coming in, some raised their eyes and looked up, while others continued to close their eyes and rest.
There was a stone table like a counter at the very end of the hall, and a few sandalwood chairs on the table.
There were three old men sitting on the chairs, seemingly chatting about something, and a dozen young men in black stood behind them.
Liangchen was about to find a seat when the old man leading the way asked:
"Who are the buyers or sellers?"
"purchase!"
"purchase!"
"purchase!"
The old man pointed to the table on the right with more people sitting on it and said:
"Sit over there when shopping."
Then the old man stopped talking to a few people, turned around and walked out.
Liangchen and the other two people walked over where the old man pointed and found a place to sit down.
And Mei Nanzi sat down in a corner, closing his eyes and concentrating motionlessly, presumably waiting for the final payment.
Liangchen sat down and looked around. Most of them were monks in the middle and late stages of foundation building. There were also many monks who couldn't sense the realm. They must have reached the golden elixir stage!
In the hall, some three or two people gathered together and whispered, while most of them sat with their eyes closed and meditated.
After about a cup of tea, the three people who were sitting alone on the stone table chatting stood up.
An old man in gray clothes in the middle said:
"Welcome all comrades to visit the Black Market of Magic Dragon City. The black market can be opened to this day because of your support. Our consistent purpose is
'Gather treasures from all directions to meet the needs of thousands of fellow Taoists' 'Heroes don't ask where they came from, and so do treasures'!
So whether you are a new friend or an old customer, please feel free to take out the deal and buy with confidence! "
"The rules of the black market remain unchanged. We are only transporters of treasures and provide a place for everyone to communicate.
Take out all the things that need to be sold and place them on the stone table in front of you. Buyers can choose by themselves. If the transaction is successful, they need to pay a 10% handling fee.
If several people need it at the same time, you need to compete among yourself, and the one with the highest price will get it.
If you don’t have enough spiritual gold with you, you can also use other items of equal value to be mortgaged with us in exchange for spiritual gold. The specific value will be negotiated and estimated by the three of us! "
"Finally, after everyone's transactions are completed, we will take out several treasures entrusted by others for auction for everyone to choose from.
Please do not leave early to avoid passing by rare treasures.
Next I announce - the market is open! "
The old man in gray declared loudly with a rich voice.
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the two old men next to him waved their hands, and a dozen young people behind him filed out and walked to the long stone platform in the middle.
In an instant, the hall was filled with excitement.
A few people who were eager to take action took out a storage bag and dumped it on the table in front of them.
A dazzling array of various things filled most of the table.
Buyers also began to gather around the stone platform to look at various things.
Liangchen was just stunned for a moment, and he saw that the stone table was crowded with people.
"The black goods that just arrived, you can choose them yourself. Pack up 50,000 spiritual gold!"
"Three thousand for the same, twenty thousand for all."
"The top-grade magical weapon Xiaolong Slash, with top-grade attributes. Half price of fifteen thousand without any counter-offer."
"A top-quality storage bag the size of a room costs 60,000 yuan."
"They are all herbs that are 300 years old. If you know the goods, we will not sell them at retail. We will pack them together for RMB 60,000."
Liangchen suddenly felt like he was in a city wall stall market!
There are all kinds of secret books, spiritual herbs, elixirs, weapons and magic weapons, but no matter the quality or appearance, they are several grades higher than those at the city wall!
And the prices seem to be 30 to 40% lower than those in stores, and some are even only half price.
Liangchen hurriedly walked to the stage and heard a young man shout:
"A deal is made on Jiajiu, and a handling fee of five hundred gold coins will be charged."
"Yi Liu makes a deal, and charges a handling fee of one thousand two hundred gold."
"Wu San makes a deal, and charges a handling fee of seven hundred gold."
"Jiajiu makes another deal and charges a handling fee of fifteen thousand spiritual gold."
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