Next, on this hillside full of bougainvillea, Mei Duwei dictated many tips for carefully raising foals.

Lin Shang also kept it all in mind.

When the day was light, Lin Shang opened his eyes from the bed.

It's another brand new day.

After rinsing his mouth, he ate the meat sauce noodles and fried crispy cakes in the shop at the intersection of the street, and then got on a public carriage and headed to the west market.

The carriage swayed, and after about half an hour, it stopped at Xishikou.

The entire western market is composed of Sanfang and 19 Streets.

At first, they were just some visitors from the Land of West Ling and lived here.

Gradually, some commodities from Siring began to be circulated here.

After years of evolution, Xishi has long become a commodity and logistics market that connects the world.

When Lin Shang was a city lieutenant, he registered the caravans into the city and most of them went to the west city.

Although it was still early, the West Market was already crowded.

Many Xiling people with high nose bridges, white skin, different pupils and hair color are speaking crooked and weird, big and tumbling words and yelling loudly.

In the corner, some Xilings were manipulating the poisonous snake or throwing fireballs, asking their assistants to saw themselves in two pieces with a saw, showing strange magic.

These guys are not good people.

Whenever a child disappears and reports a case, the people from the City Inspection Office will immediately find these guys.

Different skin colors and appearances make these Xiling people have no sense of belonging to the prosperity of Shangyang City, only endless greed.

In Shangyang City, there is no fixed business or industry, and the people of Xiling who have wandered here should be even more vigilant.

For money, they can do anything.

When I saw a shop of a Xiling man filled with exquisite glassware, and the price of these glassware was not high.

Mr. Lin was very glad that he did not waste time and wanted to burn glass for money.

Or, if he makes out the glass, he will make some profit.

But looking at the selling price of these Xiling people, Lin Shang thought it must be a chore. How could he ask Jiuye for money directly? He was comfortable and comfortable?

"It's indeed an extraordinary world. From Xiling to Dabi, the journey is far and the transportation is inconvenient... It's actually not a problem." Lin Shang continued to wander around, and did not rush to find He Luosi, the Xiling merchant mentioned by Mei Duwei.

After wandering around for a while, Lin Shang gradually lost interest.

Although the West City is very lively.

However, the items sold on the street are all daily necessities used by ordinary people.

Of course, there are no ones who can be attracted to Lin Shang.

Those so-called rare things are really not rare in the eyes of Lin Shang.

Walking along the streets of Xishi, after passing five or six alleys, there were more and more "strange people" around him.

There is a monster with two heads in height.

There are also strange people with humans in beast heads.

There were even some monsters that were restored to their original form, and some strangers, squatting at the door to drink and smoke, chatting about some creepy topics.

When Lin Shang passed by, these guys would stare at Lin Shang with gloomy and greedy eyes, as if they were having some bad idea.

Shangyang City explicitly prohibits these aliens, and they are not allowed to enter the city without obtaining an imperial edict or summons.

However, in the depths of this western market, they existed openly and no one cared about it.

This is of course the shadow of the city.

Any city has its shadow. The bigger the city, the deeper the darker the shadow.

And these aliens naturally have their purpose and value.

When they reached the end of Yong'an Street in Xicheng City, the forest merchant knocked on the door knocker of a dilapidated courtyard.

According to the rhythm assigned by Mei Duwei, Lin Shang knocked on the door knocker five times in a rhythm of three long and four short.

A hole suddenly broke in the wall next to it, looking like an ugly mouth.

An upright green lizard man stared at Lin Shang up and down with his cold eyes.

"Who introduced you?"

"I haven't seen you!" The Lizardman asked Lin Shang in a normal tone.

Lin Shang said in accordance with the instructions of Mei Duwei: "It was Yelu Sude who introduced me."

The lizardman stared at Lin Shang.

He was observing Lin Shang's heartbeat.

This is the talent of the lizard man. Through this talent, he can roughly tell whether others are lying.

As for Lin Shang's appearance in Shangyang City, he is no longer unfamiliar to most people... In fact, it is nothing in the eyes of the lizard man.

Just like almost every lizard man, he looks the same in the eyes of normal people.

In the eyes of lizard people, the only thing that can distinguish between different people is the smell and hairstyle.

"Come in!"

"You know all the rules, right?" The lizardman tilted his head and asked Lin Shang.

Lin Shang said: "I understand! Change into the cloak and mask you provided, and then take the voice change fruit. You cannot ask about other people's identity, and do not actively expose your identity. You cannot mention this to the public easily afterwards."

The Lizardman nodded: "Very good! Come with me now!"

After saying that, he led Lin Shang forward.

The cracked hole in the wall was closed back again.

Lin Shang followed the lizard man and first came to a closed small room. There was a gray cloak and a big nose, which looked like a funny and hilarious mask. There were two fruits next to it, green, smaller, and like a small orange, the voice-changing fruit. Within three hours after eating, the voice-changing line could be changed at will.

Another larger one is used to cover up the smell, so it is better to put it on your body without eating it.

What Lin Shang saw before was just the Western Market on the surface.

And now, he entered the secret of Xishi, one of the largest black markets.

War horses... Especially excellent war horses are contraband.

Trading is absolutely forbidden in Shangyang City.

So if the forest merchant wants to buy a war horse and a foal, he can only come to the black market.

Naturally, the Xiling merchant mentioned by Wei Mei Du is in this black market.

After changing his clothes, Lin Shang pushed the door open and came out.

There is already a black market street outside.

There is a black barrier above the head, which blocks the sunlight, and the gloomy ghost fire hangs in the sky, releasing a dismal light.

The streets are filled with people wearing gray or black cloaks, one by one, shrouded in the gloomy light of the ghost fire, like ghosts wandering around the world and refusing to leave.

Compared to the bustling and exotic style of the West Market outside.

It should appear quiet and lonely here.

However, it also stimulates people's senses and eyes more.

On the left hand of Lin Shang is a jerky shop.

The boss of the jerky meat is a pig-headed man with fangs, and what he is selling are some corpses that have rotten and maggots.

These corpses were obviously dug from mass graves, and were chopped into pieces, hung with iron hooks, and priced in different categories.

And a few guys wearing black robes, short figures and less than half a height were bargaining with this pig-headed man in a sharp voice.

On Lin Shang's right hand, a man with a head but three faces was selling his (her) strange ‘perfume’.

The male appearance on the left and the female appearance on the right, singing and reconciling, boasting about his (her) perfume’s various unique functions.
Chapter completed!