"It looks like it's really an underground night market!"
While Wang Zijia was thinking, the old man had already led him to the entrance of an underground hall.
The old man stopped at the entrance and signaled that the place was here. Seeing this, Wang Zijia took out ten taels of gold. The old man finally showed a little smile, saluted Wang Zijia, and left in a hurry. He stepped into the hall.
It's a bit inappropriate to call it a lobby. This is a very long tunnel, like a subway tunnel in a previous life, but it is several times wider than a subway tunnel.
So as soon as I entered, I saw the huge space and entered an underground hall in a trance.
The top is inlaid with a number of strange crystal stones, providing lighting. However, the light was very dim, making everything around him a bit blurry and difficult to see clearly. Of course, Wang Zijia, who was already innate, was not too affected, and so were the monks.
I guess it would be a bit difficult for ordinary people who came here by accident to get the news. Is this an implicit screening mechanism?
Many people set up street stalls, which was quite lively. In fact, this place is already considered a semi-official place. All the sect managers know about this place, but there are usually no law enforcement team members to check it.
Compared with the public flea market visited by casual cultivators in the west of the city, it is smaller in scale, but also more convenient. Because the things here don’t care where you come from, and there are also some less conventional things for sale.
Of course, it is not easy to buy contraband. Especially things with "bloodstains" of Wanyuzong disciples cannot be handled here, otherwise they will be traced.
However, you can find some more secretive and darker circles here, such as communication meetings without asking where you came from.
'The pinnacle first-grade magic weapon was personally refined by Jijiu Daxiu! '
'A broken second-grade low-level magic weapon passed down from ancestors, the price is negotiable! '
'Third grade talismans are on sale! '
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Wang Zijia couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the signs on each stall!
A broken sword with no spirituality, what kind of second-grade magic weapon can you dare to say? ? ?
The most exaggerated thing is that the talisman has been produced, and the torn yellow paper is too hard to wipe your butt. Are you serious?
Can this kind of semi-black market flea market have huge treasures of [real life] level?
Return the talisman, I return the magic weapon!
After wandering around for a while, Wang Zijia got a clear idea of the general situation of this place. Generally speaking, most of them are just things that children need, and they also need to be polished with bright spots.
"What's the price of the talisman paper?" After a while, Wang Zijia chose a stall selling talismans and asked.
The stall owner, like Wang Zijia, also wore a black bamboo hat. He glanced at Wang Zijia and said, "Four cards cost one franc."
'This price is good! '
Wang Zijia raised an eyebrow and immediately asked: "Recycle it?"
"Seven pieces for one franc." The stall said calmly in the same tone.
'This is too dark! '
Wang Zijia turned around and left without saying a word.
I continued to browse the street stalls for a while, and asked several stalls one after another, and found that most of them were buying six or seven talisman papers for one franc, which was obviously much cheaper than the five talisman papers at the Zongmen shop.
However, the profit from setting up a stall is good, four cards are worth one method.
However, there are not many casual talisman cultivators, so not many people buy talisman paper, and more people buy talismans. Those who need to buy talisman paper can also buy them for one far money. Some people even want to buy one or two and pay with gold.
If Wang Zijia handles the talismans in this way, the efficiency will be too low and it will seriously affect his cultivation progress.
Finally, he visited half of the stalls and found a stall owner who generally looked pretty good.
The stall owner is a middle-aged man who looks a bit wealthy, but it's hard to see clearly through his bamboo hat.
He is considered to be the most professional among the many talisman stalls, and he may be a low-level talisman maker. Because his stall does not sell talisman paper.
"Do you accept long-term talisman recycling?" Wang Zijia said straight to the point.
The man's eyes lit up when he heard this and said: "Take it!"
"What's the price?" Wang Zijia asked without any wavering in his tone.
The man looked at Wang Zijia and then said: "35 pieces of 6 French coins."
Comparatively, he is the most sincere one, but you can talk about it again, after all, it may be a long-term transaction!
Then Wang Zijia started bargaining with the other party. After a while, after bargaining, Wang Zijia sold the 32 cards in his pocket for 6 mana. It was slightly lower than Zongmen's recycling, but it was impossible for him to sell it to the store now.
At least before you get your spiritual roots, you can't be so high-profile.
The reason why we were able to negotiate at such a price was because the other party saw that he admitted that he made the spell cards himself, and verbally agreed to ship them to him at this price in the future.
It is basically certain that he is either a talisman master or is studying the techniques related to talisman making.
After selling the spell cards, Wang Zijia touched the seven magic coins in his pocket and let out a long sigh of relief.
This marks that his days of living off his salary are gone forever, and he has opened up the path to open source!
The urgent situation of fiscal deficit has finally been alleviated.
He did not leave immediately, but wandered around for a long time. While getting familiar with the place, he compared the price differences and differences between various low-level spiritual materials and those in the store, and learned various useful or useless knowledge.
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After wandering around for a long time, Wang Zijia felt that it was almost time and left here. When she came to the street, it was already late at night.
I went home, changed my outfit, went out again, and started tonight's hunting operation.
This is already the third night of turmoil, and there are obviously fewer fightings around. But this does not mean that the pollution has been completely eliminated. On the contrary, this is just the beginning.
How could a demon who was at the peak of the [Liquor Sacrifice] state and almost the [Real Person] stage fight back on the verge of death, leaving behind such methods that it could be ended so easily.
The reason why the movement has become smaller is because almost all the people who went crazy at that time have been found out now.
However, few people who are crazy about mental illness, or even go astray directly due to pollution, have wisdom and become evil cultivators, are found.
It is considered to have entered the incubation period.
If we want to restore stability to the city, these entities must be cleared away. Otherwise, it will be like a cancer, which will become more and more serious, and one day, one or more demons like that day will appear again.
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Wang Zijia turned into a shadow again and walked quickly through the streets, his aura like a radar detecting the lurking polluted evil species.
Sensing that there was no danger, he quietly went up and started a wave. Whenever he senses danger, he will make some noise and run away.
And when they encounter a fight, they go and take a look secretly to see if they can catch anything.
Because the true energy had been contaminated and washed many times, and became more and more strange, Wang Zijia tried to extract the evil seed, sealing it first, and not absorbing it immediately. It would be safer to do it at home, and it would also be more likely to steal the bodies of the law enforcement team. Unfortunately, it failed.
I also discovered a strange thing at night. After the law enforcement team killed someone, they no longer left the polluters there for the city guards to deal with as they did the previous two nights. At least one disciple was guarding and handling them, as if they were afraid that someone would come and steal them. Like a corpse.
This discovery left Wang Zijia speechless!
So much so that he couldn't successfully pick up corpses even once in the whole night. He only chopped two crazy batches in the whole night and obtained 83 points of value. All of them were exchanged for cultivation, giving him two hundred years of experience. Innately angry.
However, apart from the fact that the true energy has become much more mellow, there are no real changes.
Cultivation: Xiantian (184/?)
Skill: Latent Shadow
Martial Arts: Nineteen Slashes of Youlong Short Sword
Spell: Talisman Making Technique (Small Success 516/1000)
After searching until early in the morning, Wang Zijia returned to the bedroom and fell asleep quietly.
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