Ling Han suddenly couldn't sit still. After having enough wine and food, he immediately wrapped himself in clothes, put on a bamboo hat and went out into the night.
The border town is very small, standing alone in the desert and looking desolate, like a dead leaf in the golden ocean, crumbling as if it will be covered by the yellow sand at any time.
There was a cold wind and sand blowing at night, and there was no other sound. Except for the occasional drinking noise coming from the inn, and only watching the fire through the wall, Ling Han quickly came to what the waiter called "The Messenger's Temple!"
A small house stood in the center of the town, five feet wide and three feet high. The dark door was one foot wide and two feet high. It was tightly closed and looked heavy and simple.
"Dang Dang!" Ling Han knocked twice but there was no response.
"Dang Dang Dang!" Still no response.
"Asleep?" Ling Han muttered, then he raised his fist and hit it hard, "Dang!" There was a loud noise, and he still closed it tightly.
Ling Han took two steps back, scratched his head, and pressed his fist. The door should have been shattered long ago, but this door was not damaged at all.
A frail old man suddenly appeared behind him. He was so skinny that he had only a layer of old skin covering his bones. It seemed that he might fall down at any time. Ling Han couldn't help but sweat. If he fell, his skeleton would definitely be scattered on the ground.
The old man leaned on a walking stick and said hoarsely: "Young man, don't try too hard. The main door won't open easily. There is a small door next to it." He pointed to the side with his walking stick.
Ling Han looked directly at him, nodded, turned around and took two steps, when he heard the old man murmuring from behind: "Alas, another child who has lost himself..."
Ling Han paused, then walked around to the side of the house. Sure enough, he saw a small white wooden door, which was only seven feet high when it was opened. It could just pass a man of average height.
Ling Han bent down and looked inside. He couldn't see anything in the darkness. Strangely, he couldn't penetrate even with his mental power.
"Come in when you're here..." A hoarse voice said. Ling Han sounded familiar, so he tentatively walked in without thinking too much.
His vision was unclear and he walked slowly and cautiously. Ling Han tried to ask: "Why don't you light a lamp?"
"Why light the lamp?" the hoarse voice asked slowly.
"Because I can't see it." Ling Han replied simply.
"Can you see by lighting up a lamp?"
Ling Han was a little confused, but he still uttered a few words: "Can't you see when you light up the lamp?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes flashed, and the room suddenly lit up. Ling Han's pupils shrank, but the room was empty, but there was nothing, just a bright light.
"Did you see it?" A hoarse voice came from nowhere.
Ling Han complained: "Senior, stop joking with this junior. I want to go to the ghost land. I heard that I will report here?"
"Is there any ghost order?"
"No!"
"If you contribute 100,000 stones of food in total, I will give you a Ghost Token." The old and hoarse voice sounded empty, and then fell silent.
The market value of one stone of grain is generally one thousand taels, which is one tael of silver, and the market value of ten thousand stones of grain is one thousand taels of gold.
One hundred thousand stones is ten thousand taels of gold!
This is not difficult for a high-grade spiritual alchemist.
Ling Han waved his hand and said, "Isn't it just ten thousand taels of gold? It's simple!"
The hoarse voice suddenly laughed twice and said: "Young man, don't talk big so early. The food needed in the ghost domain is limited, but you must seize the time. If you miss it, you will have to wait until next year..."
"I'm going to prepare food now!" Ling Han hurriedly left after speaking and quickly returned to the inn.
I immediately found the waiter and after asking, I realized that the matter was not as simple as imagined.
"It's great to have money, but there's no food for sale. Xieyang City has plenty of food, so go ahead!" These were the exact words of the waiter.
"..."
From there, how could he go back to buy grain? Even if he bought grain, it would cost a hundred thousand shi of grain. How long would the convoy have to be and how many servants would be hired? It would take more than half a month to go back and forth. The dishes are cold.
Ling Han had an idea. There were a lot of grain merchants here. It would be fine to buy from them soon. At most, he would give more money.
After contacting a businessman, Ling Han came back disappointed. The man glanced at Ling Han and cursed impatiently: "Is it money that I'm short of? Food is what I'm short of!"
Ling Han finally understood that the people who came to the Ghost Realm were all rich people. They came from all over the world and did not know that entering the Ghost Realm required the Ghost Order, let alone prepare food!
The way to obtain the Yin Ghost Order requires a contribution of 100,000 stones of food, and the time is limited. If you miss it, you have to wait another year. There are always new people arriving, and there are always people who are short of food...
As a result, there is a grain trade fair every morning in this border town, and some grain merchants take advantage of business opportunities to bring grain to be auctioned here.
Sell it to these "newcomers" who have a little money but have no other way to enter the ghost land, and make huge profits from it, often making a lot of money!
It often happens that one stone of grain is sold at sky-high prices. Many of them are wealthy people who want to go to the ghost land. After years of hard work, they have accumulated wealth that rivals other countries. In order to compete for grain, they spend a lot of money to buy it.
So Ling Han honestly sacrificed the Red Flame Cauldron and began to refine the elixir...
He is penniless and only has a bunch of spiritual grass, which he got from Tianmen. Refining a few furnaces of the Great Return Pill should be enough to prepare for tomorrow's grain trade fair.
Early the next morning, Ling Han put away the alchemy furnace tiredly. He didn't have time to rest and wandered outside, squeezing wherever there were crowds of people. As expected, he successfully found the grain trade fair.
In an inn, a simple table was set up in the lobby, and it was crowded with people.
A middle-aged man spoke in a loud voice from above: "Without further ado, let's start today's grain auction."
"First, Shopkeeper Li's five thousand shi of grain starts at ten thousand taels of silver!"
"Twelve thousand taels!"
"Fifteen thousand taels!"
"I'll pay 20,000 taels of silver! I'll decide on this stone grain!"
"..."
Ling Han secretly smacked his tongue, what a sky-high price! The market value outside is one stone of grain and one tael of silver, but here it is worth one stone and forty taels, and it continues to rise!
Things are so rare that they are so valuable. Ordinary people living here may have a problem with food rations! The desert lacks supplies, so it is difficult for humans to survive.
I really can’t imagine what the ghost people do to survive! The huge attraction of the ghost realm should be the key. Ling Han thought about the situation in the inner city of Xuanming Realm and probably understood it.
Use this as a driving force to attract a steady stream of really wealthy people who come here to borrow their hands to purchase food and supplies for the ghost domain.
In the end, the five thousand shi of grain were sold for 25,000 taels of silver.
One stone of grain is worth five taels of silver here, five times more!
One hundred thousand shi of grain is equal to five hundred thousand taels of silver, one tael of gold is equal to ten taels of silver, and one hundred thousand shi of grain is equal to fifty thousand taels of gold!
Oh my God!
Ling Han touched the sixteen bottles of the Great Return Pill that he had refined. Even if one bottle sold for one thousand gold, it was still only sixteen thousand gold, which was far from fifty thousand gold!
No wonder the little witch said that you can’t enter the ghost realm without the guidance of the ghost girl!
Ling Han shook his head and retreated silently. The cost of obtaining the Yin Ghost Token was too high, and most people simply couldn't afford it!
It takes fifty bottles of Da Huan Dan to be refined!
Even if there were enough spiritual herbs, it would take five days to refine them, which would be too late!
Ling Han sighed and silently returned to the inn to sleep.
It was already evening when he woke up. Ling Han went downstairs to have a drink and met the two drinkers talking about the ghost realm. Ling Han quietly walked over and sat next to them.
He lowered his voice and asked: "Brother, I heard that you have a way to go to the ghost land?"
"No, no." The man was about thirty years old. He looked a bit wretched. He bared his big yellow teeth and his chin dropped to the ground. When he heard Ling Han ask about the ghost realm, he quickly refused.
"Don't be like this, we have something to discuss."
"No need to discuss!" The wretched man waved his hands and said in rejection.
Ling Han trembled and begged humbly: "I overheard it yesterday. Brother, please give me a clear path!"
Then he took out a bottle of Dahuan Dan and put it on the table, slowly pushed it in front of him, and whispered in his ear: "This is a top-grade elixir that restores vitality. It has a price but no market..."
His companion was only in his twenties. When he heard the words "Shangpin Lingdan", his eyes lit up and he quietly pulled his arm under the table. This small movement was caught by Ling Han's mental power.
Both of them were Zejing spiritual masters, and the high-grade spiritual elixir had an irresistible temptation for them. Ling Han didn't believe it and he couldn't bear it.
The elder brother tapped his fingers on the table twice, as if he was thinking deeply about whether to tell Ling Han. Ling Han understood, smiled slightly, took out another bottle, and said sadly: "Brother, please show me a clear path!"
The man's face immediately changed, and he rubbed his hands to put away the two bottles of elixir. He felt a little embarrassed, so he filled a glass of wine for Ling Han.
Then he picked up his wine glass and said cheerfully: "Hey, call me big brother and you are your brother. Come on, let's drink, brother!"
Ling Han gently smelled the aroma of the wine, but instead of taking a sip, he asked, "I'd like to hear the details!"
The wretched man lowered his voice and said: "There is a way, but the risk is too great!"
"There is an organization nearby called Guishu. If you sell your soul to them, you can enter the ghost realm!"
"Selling your soul?" Ling Han frowned and muttered.
"Yes, I just don't know what would happen if I lost my soul, that's why we hesitated!" The two of them stared at each other, wondering about wanting to go but having concerns and hesitations.
The ghost clan is always inseparable from the soul. They don't know what selling the soul is, but it is definitely not a wise choice.
Ling Han gave them a toothy smile, swept away two bottles of Dahuan Dan in one hand, and walked away.
The two of them were stunned by Ling Han's actions. The wretched man slammed the table and said angrily: "How dare you fool me! You are so tired of living!"
Another person echoed: "You are so unethical and want to get our information!"
Ling Han stopped, looked back and said coldly: "This information is worth two bottles of repayment pills? If this plan worked, you would have gone long ago. Who are you trying to fool? A charlatan!"
"Gui Sha is the only way you can enter the ghost realm. If you don't want to go, forget it. I advise you to return the elixir, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"
Ling Han smiled slightly and said calmly: "Hey, I'm really not afraid!" The two bottles of Huandan were worth two thousand gold, and they were priceless and not easy to refine, so he couldn't bear to give them to them like this. !
The wretched man was furious and just about to get angry when another man whispered a few words in his ear. The man pointed at Ling Han and said, "Boy, do you dare to practice on the street?"
Ling Han shrugged his shoulders, showing an expression that was half disdainful and half sneer, and then turned and went upstairs. He had no interest in a player who could be knocked down easily with one move. It was a waste of time.
"You..." The two of them stomped their feet angrily, furious, but did not dare to teach Ling Han a lesson in the inn, so they slapped Ling Han's eyes fiercely, endured it, and drank a bowl of wine.
