This is another aspect of power that they have never been exposed to before. The three major fairy islands that are flattered by the outside world to be the strongest are actually only second-rate in front of them.
The fruits of this world are so deep.
"No matter what, the hot potato has been dealt with, and Hong Ling is not an easy woman..."
After completing the transaction, Wu Chong left Huangquan Tower.
Taking the remaining 10 ghost coins, he went to West Street again. This was the area where Hong Ling said the garbage was disposed of.
After arriving here, Wu Chong discovered that the things sold in the ghost market were really everything. In Wu Chong's view, many of the rubbish Hong Ling talked about were treasures that were hard to find outside. For example, he had always wanted to get the Penglai, the abbot, and the Yingzhou monster.
He saw several copies of the secret method at a stall.
The reason why there are several copies is because the stall owner does not guarantee the authenticity of this thing.
According to the description of the stall owner, these were all found from the disciples of the three major fairy islands.
Why it was different, he didn't know. He was only responsible for handling stolen goods.
There are many techniques, secret treasures, and even the strange swords used by Xu Zhou from the four major forces in Bailu City here.
The more chaotic the place, the more things are sold.
However, when he saw the price note, Wu Chong hesitated. One problem is that the price is very high for this kind of thing. The second problem is that there is no guarantee of follow-up safety. In other words, if you buy it and practice it, 100%
Baihui was hunted down by people from the three major fairy islands. In the eyes of Hong Ling, the three major fairy islands were second-rate, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they were top powers that they would never be able to touch in their lifetime.
Faced with the pursuit of such forces, most people would not practice except for some desperadoes who are not afraid of death.
"The three fairy islands don't seem to be as unbearable as Hong Ling said. Is it because the angle of view is different?"
Wu Chong walked around and bought a lot of miscellaneous things, such as the old man's method of making wooden figures, and the matching transplantation techniques, etc. The whole set only cost 5 ghost coins, and there was still some left.
5 pieces, which also allowed Wu Chong to see the purchasing power of ghost coins.
He looked at the ‘Penglai Kung Fu’ that was given as a gift in his hand, in duplicate.
The combination of demon skills and secret techniques is complete.
If you only practice demon skills without practicing secret techniques, you will lose control and become a contaminated monster in less than two years.
Wu Chong flipped through it for a few times before throwing it back into the baggage. For him now, this thing no longer has much value. From the time when external power, internal power and demon power were integrated, the route he took was
He is no longer the same as the 'immortal leader' of this world.
Now is just the beginning, maybe we will know the specific difference later.
Look at the time, it's almost dawn.
When he came down, the guide told him that he must leave the ghost market before the rooster crows, otherwise his safety would not be guaranteed.
"Let's go."
Wu Chong returned to the riverside.
The bamboo raft came in response.
It's still the same old man. The difference is that this old man's forehead is not damaged and he looks like a normal person. Wu Chong suspects that there may be more than one old man. In the mist deep in this ghost market, there are countless customers coming and going. That's it.
How could an old man rowing a bamboo raft carry him here?
"The guest is back."
The old man on the bamboo raft greeted him familiarly and looked like the same old man who had sent him here not long ago.
Not even the tone of voice changed at all.
Wu Chong also took a special look at his forehead and found that there were no signs of repair there.
"Let's go back."
Wu Chong did not ask about the details.
Because he discovered that this ghost market has many secrets. The people and the things sold here are not accessible to the outside world. This is a world below the shadow side. He is very curious about how Old Wangtou came into contact with this place.
Since there is a way to enter here, why is it so miserable?
He didn't believe that the problem of ghost coins could trouble Old Wangtou. After all, they were also big shots in Bailu City, so it shouldn't be difficult to get some money.
If the money in Bailu City is not enough, there should be ways to exchange for the common currency that appeared in the Tiehe Gang. As for the fear of being hunted down by people from Penglai after practicing, this is even more impossible. Jiang, the person in charge of the Immortal Sect Ceremony in Penglai
The laughing corpse has the most say.
Since it's impossible, then why didn't Lao Wangtou buy it?
Wu Chong took out the Penglai Immortal Sect's exercises and secret techniques from the bag. They were all complete. Although the authenticity was yet to be determined, they could definitely be cultivated to the realm of desirelessness.
While thinking, the bamboo raft trembled slightly.
It turns out that we have crossed the sea of fog.
"Guest, see you again by chance."
After sending Wu Chong ashore, the old man on the bamboo raft did not leave directly, but said something inexplicable.
When Wu Chong wanted to reply, the sound of a rooster crowing suddenly came from the wellhead above.
When he looked back, the sea of fog behind him and the old man paddling the bamboo raft had disappeared. Only the empty dry well space was left, and the stone wall at the end could be seen at a glance.
Disappeared!
In order to confirm, Wu Chong jumped to the edge wall.
Using his energy in his palms, he slapped him upwards.
Gravel splashes.
The dark rock layers inside were exposed.
This place is no illusion.
"Ghost market."
Wu Chong rushed back to the original place, took off the baggage from behind and opened it.
I found that all the things I bought at the ghost market were still there, including the 5 ghost coins.
After putting the things back together, Wu Chong jumped out of the well.
Outside, it was already dark.
Some ordinary people living under shelter in Bailu City began to tidy up their shops and opened the doors one after another. Wu Chong came up from the wellhead, which alarmed many people, but after seeing him dressed in black, they all subconsciously
Pretending to be blind.
In this world, it is better to do less than to do more.
Especially for the families of ordinary people, survival is even more difficult. Just to stay alive, they have already tried their best.
Return to the other courtyard.
Wu Chong changed his outfit, then picked up the Penglai Kung Fu he bought from the ghost market last night, and went out to Lao Wangtou's house.
"Why are you here so early?"
Lao Wangtou has woken up.
Early in the morning, this old man was eating bean curd and pancakes brought by his servants in the yard. He looked like an ordinary old man.
"Sit down and eat something together."
Lao Wangtou gave an order, and soon other servants brought another serving.
"I have something to ask you."
Wu Chong wanted to see Lao Wangtou to see if he could get more information about the ghost market from him.
This place is so mysterious.
After Lao Wangtou has been around for so long, he must have some news after all.
"You didn't find what you wanted on the black market?"
"I found it, but I still have a lot of doubts about the ghost market..."
"Wait, you didn't go to the black market?"
Lao Wangtou suddenly paused while eating the bean curd.
“Isn’t a ghost market just a black market?”
Wu Chong always thought that the black market was a ghost market, just called it differently, but now it seems that this is not the case.
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I deleted it, wrote it, deleted it, and the second chapter is a little later.