Ren Qing didn't know exactly how the Mud Club incident would unfold. Anyway, he received the reward for the mission the next day.
I thought it would be like what Huang Ziwan said, and the reward would be delivered by Ming Ya, but unexpectedly, it would be delivered by Mu Yi.
Mainly because Song Zongwu had something to do and couldn't escape, so he entrusted Mu Yi to inform Ren Qing of the details about the blood crystal.
It can be seen that Song Zongwu will still pay attention to Ren Qing's movements.
After Mu Yi's explanation, Ren Qing figured out why the Jailer Hall used blood crystals as currency.
First of all, it is really easy to carry.
As long as they are roasted at high temperatures, the blood crystals will liquefy and fuse with each other.
After the fusion, the size of the blood crystal will not change at all, only the color and weight will increase.
Ren Qing chopped the blood crystal into two halves. The broken blood crystal quickly turned into water droplets, but the overall weight was the same.
It shows that there is almost no loss.
So much so that the weight of blood crystals has become the standard for value assessment.
Blood crystals weighing about one kilogram are called 'sheng', those that reach ten kilograms are called 'dou', and one hundred kilograms are called 'stones'.
This unit of weight has actually been used for a long time, not only by the prison guards, but also by ordinary people. It is said to have a history of thousands of years.
Ren Qing was deeply puzzled by this.
At present, it seems that there are no historical records in Sanxiang City. I don’t know what dynasty it was in, and even everyone is accustomed to it.
In order not to appear strange, Ren Qing never asked about the erased history, which was likely to involve the divided north.
We have to wait until our cultivation is advanced before we can explore again.
Fortunately, the reward for this mission of the Mud Society was still very generous, which gave Ren Qing hope to change things in a short time.
Even if he cheated from beginning to end, the Jailer Hall rewarded him with fifteen buckets of blood crystals, which is one and a half stones.
You must know that one hundred buckets can be exchanged for strange objects in the half-zombie realm.
However, for the vast majority of the jailers, although there are a large number of strange objects in the jailer hall, it is still not easy to select the strange objects that require the required alienation route.
So they either use blood crystals to purchase resources, or they save enough 500 buckets to directly exchange for the secrets of spells.
Ren Qing couldn't help but feel regretful. If he was on reserve duty when he was in the disaster relief restricted area, he might have been able to choose spells.
He put the blood crystal and the Da Miao Dao into the prison in his belly, and then patiently stayed in the Huo Gong Hall to practice for a few days.
When the ghost market was about to open, Huang Ziwan finally went to the appointment and walked directly into Ren Qing's wing under Bo Feng's astonished eyes.
If Xiao Wu hadn't recognized Huang Ziwan, Bo Feng might have been tempted to go and report to the official.
Ren Qing was already prepared in the house, wearing a raincoat and bamboo hat.
Huang Ziwan did not conceal his appearance. He urged: "Brother Ren, let's go!"
Ren Qing took out the bone key and drew the doorway to the jailer's hall. The two of them stepped in, and the wooden door disappeared after a moment.
There was still rain of blood in Abi Hell, but it seemed much more lively.
Ren Qing stood and looked from his ribs. Dozens of jailers were heading somewhere to the southeast. He did not expect that so many monks would come to the ghost market.
Huang Ziwan said: "You can exchange resources in the ghost market. You can come here every month if you are free."
Ren Qing asked curiously: "Are there any jailers outside of Xiangxiang?"
Huang Ziwan said softly: "There are many unidentified restricted areas around Xiangxiang. Therefore, the jailer is not allowed to leave Xiangxiang."
He paused slightly and continued: "Song Song Zongwu must have left Xiangxiang. You can find an opportunity to test it out."
Ren Qing shook his head, Song Zongwu was so secretive about this, how could he speak.
However, he had a vague guess.
Ren Qing suspected that there were not many restricted areas in the south, so he stopped the guards with strange objects from entering.
Xiangxiang may be a buffer zone, right at the junction of north and south.
The north has completely fallen.
Huang Ziwan and Ren Qing walked for a long time. The two came to an open space in the southeast and sat in the woods not far away.
Dozens of jailers gathered nearby, seemingly waiting for something.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Huang Ziwan started to feel sleepy and yawned, but he heard a jailer in the crowd shouting excitedly: "Here we come, the ghost market!!!"
The ground shook, and a thin mist slowly enveloped it.
The blood rain could not fall here, as if it was blocked by an inexplicable force.
After a while, the fog dissipated, and a dreamlike market came into view.
The market is bustling with people, passers-by are erratic, various stalls are crowded, and you can also smell the fragrance of snacks.
Everyone set off immediately.
Jailers walked through the streets, and passers-by turned to smoke and dust when they touched them, only to regroup a moment later.
Ren Qing followed behind and couldn't help but frown and asked: "Is this a magic technique?"
Huang Ziwan nodded and said, "Dream Butterfly Technique."
"Dream Butterfly Method..."
Ren Qing muttered to himself several times, as if he had seen it inadvertently in the secret pavilion, but the record was vague.
He only remembered one allusion.
Zhouzhuang Dream Butterfly.
Huang Ziwan said in a respectful tone: "This technique was performed by the perfect monk in the Yin Chao Realm, Da Meng Zhenren."
After mastering the Dream Butterfly Technique, a monk can construct a dream that is both true and false while sleeping, and pull others into the dream.
In other words, Dameng Zhenren will have a dream called "Ghost Market" on the fifteenth day of every month, so that the jailers can gather here to trade.
Ren Qing's expression was a little dazed, and the noisy sounds around him flooded into his ears, as if those illusory figures were all real.
The old man at the noodle stall took the initiative to shout to Ren Qing: "Sir, would you like a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"
Before Ren Qing could speak, Huang Zi refused: "Old man, it's no need."
Ren Qing was surprised. Could it be that the passers-by in the ghost market were not illusory.
Seeing this, Huang Ziwan explained: "The food sold in the ghost market is indeed edible, but it just tastes good and cannot be swallowed."
"And these foods cost no money, but it is said that they will shorten your life span."
"I see."
Ren Qing raised his eyebrows. Could it be that the Dream Butterfly Technique can use this method to extend life?
The rules in the dream should have been set up by Da Mengzhen. It is indeed very possible to obtain life span through transactions.
Ren Qing's face was filled with joy, but he didn't expect that he had just discovered the clues to the life-extending spell just after he had just come into contact with the ghost market.
But the ghost market is not like a dream at all. It feels like every illusion has intelligence. If they were independent of the ghost market...
Ren Qing's face suddenly changed slightly. The Rat Mother's technique had a similar effect.
Theoretically, the Possum clone used as a substitute is just a new life that inherits memories, and has a more like mother-child relationship with the original body.
Could it be that the land summoned such a Possum clone to find another self with independent consciousness?
"Ren Qing, what's wrong?"
Huang Ziwan interrupted Ren Qing's thoughts.
Ren Qing suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind. Reporting his suspicions to the Jailer Hall would only cause trouble. He should find an opportunity to tell Song Zongwu.
