The money was not enough. Wu Bei thought for a while and discussed with the stall owner: "Friend, I will lend you a stall. I want to sell a few things. When I get enough money, I will buy a bunch of your things."
The stall owner only sold these few things. He had nothing to do and nodded when he heard the words.
Wu Bei then sat down and took out some things to sell while chatting with the stall owner.
He has a lot of good stuff on him, some of which are of little value to him anymore, so he might as well exchange them for money.
He first found an ancient mirror and a dagger in the tomb of Marquis Pingluan, both of which were extraordinary objects. As soon as he put them out, someone came up to ask for the price. He quoted the ancient mirror at 3,000 zealand coins and the dagger at 5,000.
Several groups of people came and left, and finally there was someone who was serious about buying. The two parties bargained for a price, and Wu Bei sold it for 7,200 talisman.
After collecting enough money, he bought the secret cube. The stall owner sold the items and left after saying a few polite words.
Wu Bei thought that he might come across something suitable later, and the zealan coins themselves could be converted into cash, so he immediately took out the ghost-slaying sword, the Tang Sect's Wrath of the Thunder God, the cicada-winged flying sword, the metal arm guard, and
Five thunder and fire talismans drawn by himself.
These items were more attractive than the previous two items, and soon attracted a large number of buyers. The Tang Sect's Thunder God's Wrath was quite powerful, and Wu Bei sold it for nine thousand zealand coins.
The Ghost Slaying Sword was sold for 13,000 NZD. The Cicada Wing Flying Sword was more expensive and sold for 28,000 NZD. The metal arm guard was so effective that it was sold for 12,000 NZD.
The five thunder and fire talismans were sold for a total price of 22,000 NZD. In the end, he sold the items and got 84,000 NZD!
With money on hand, he continued to look at the stalls at the back. It wasn't until he was almost walking through the entire ghost market that he was attracted by one of the stalls.
There were various animal bones placed on the stall, some of which were weathered and worn, while others were obviously petrified. At a glance, he saw that two of the animal bones contained divine light, which was very magical.
He deliberately picked up another bone and asked, "How much do these bones cost per pound?"
The stall owner was an Arab. He frowned and said, "Friend, these are sacred bones, sold by the piece."
Wu Bei smiled and said: "Okay, how much does this bone cost?"
The stall owner took a look and said, "Thirteen thousand NZD."
Wu Bei frowned: "Is it so expensive?"
The stall owner said: "These sacred bones are very scarce. Someone once understood the ancient inheritance from them. Just forget it if you don't buy it."
Wu Bei picked up the two bones he was interested in: "Forget it, since you want to buy it, just buy two big ones. How much do these two cost?"
The stall owner thought for a while: "Fifty-six thousand, no bargaining."
Wu Bei thought the price was a scam, but since he saw that the object was extraordinary, he casually negotiated the price and bought it at the original price.
After getting the animal bones, he was about to leave when he saw someone carrying a bunch of things setting up a stall nearby. When the bundle was opened, Wu Bei saw many bits and pieces.
However, his attention was not on these things. Instead, he was staring at the boxy furoshiki. The furoshiki was dirty and old, and its original color could no longer be seen. But under his dimensional eyes
, he found that this baggage talisman was shining, it was absolutely extraordinary!
People who buy things generally cannot reveal their intentions, so he squatted down to pick and choose, and said: "Boss, how do you sell these crappy things?"
The boss was very angry: "Friend, mine are not junk, these are sacred objects in Arab legends!"
Wu Bei: "Okay, how much do these holy objects cost?"
The man thought for a moment: "Thirty thousand NZD."
Wu Bei still had 28,000 zealands on hand, so he immediately negotiated the price with him. After the two of them went back and forth, their words were worn out, and the boss agreed to sell him the thing for 28,000 zealands.
After paying the money, Wu Bei packed up the furoshiki, picked it up and left.
The boss quickly said: "Hey, friend, it's my baggage."
Wu Bei smiled and said: "You also want a piece of rag? Besides, it doesn't need to be wrapped in cloth, how can I take it away."
The boss was very stingy, so Wu Bei gave him the only two hundred zealand coins he had, and then the boss let him go.
After carrying the baggage out of the ghost market, Wu Bei opened the baggage and put the things into the black sky space. After that, he took the baggage to a small river and washed it.
After a few rubs, the original color of the baggage was revealed. It was a flag, apricot-yellow in color, with extremely complicated restrictions inside.
"What kind of flag is this?" he murmured, with no memory in his mind.
After putting away his baggage, he was about to leave when a voice came from behind him.
"Friend, you bought so many things, can you carry them?" The other person spoke in Yanlong dialect.
Wu Bei turned around and saw four people staring at him on the river bank, their eyes full of evil intentions. These four people were all Javanese natives, dark and short.
He said: "You can handle it."
The leader was a middle-aged man. He smiled "hehe" and said: "It seems that you are a Yanlong person, right? You are not timid, you dare to come to my Java ghost market to do business."
Wu Bei: "I can't come?"
"You can come. But once you come, you can't leave!" The man waved his hand, and the three people around him rushed towards Wu Bei.
The Xilan religion has been passed down for more than a thousand years, and there is a set of Xilan martial arts passed down among the core figures, which is very powerful.
These three people are all Xilan warriors. Judging from their strength, they are all innate. Such strength is naturally no match for Wu Bei.
Wu Bei waved his hand, and three drops of water hit several people's faces. They heard a few miserable screams, and three corpses fell to the ground, with a bloody hole between their eyebrows.
The people on the shore were shocked, turned around and ran away. But as soon as he took a step, Wu Bei stopped him and said coldly: "Can you walk?"
The middle-aged man looked ugly and said in a cold voice: "My father is Zhu Hato! I am his son Luo Mi. If you dare to hurt me, my father will not let you go!"
Wu Bei sneered: "It turns out he is the son of that old thief Zhu Hato. He's very nice. I'm just looking for you!"
He raised his hand and put it on Luo Mi's head, and the powerful spirit instantly controlled his will. A few minutes later, Luo Mi knelt on the ground and said, "See you, Master."
Wu Bei: "Luomi, take me to see Zhu Hatuo, and you can tell me that I have a magic elixir that can make him immortal."
"yes."
Luo Mi was already under his control, and he obediently led the way. After not walking far, the two got into a car, and Luo Mi asked the driver to drive.
Wu Bei: "Luomi, I heard that your family controls 20% of Java's wealth?"
Lomi said: "Not 20%, but 15%. My father has controlled Java for more than 40 years, and almost all state-owned enterprises in Java are controlled by my family. If private enterprises want to survive, they must also share benefits with my family. All wealth plus
Up to more than $350 billion."
Wu Bei: "For your family to be so stable, you must have something to rely on."
Lomi: "My father is the adopted son of the Pope of Sealand. Java is a Sealand country. No one dares to offend us."
Wu Bei: "No wonder he is so arrogant."
The car drove to Zhu Hato's house, and Luo Mi took Wu Bei directly to meet Zhu Hato, an old man in his nineties with a good complexion.
Luo Mi: "Father, this is the expert I invited. He has a magical elixir that can make my father immortal!"