Chapter 101 The fox pretends to be the tiger's power
Originally, the end of the ghost market was supposed to be a liquor store, but suddenly there was an extra store.
The shop looked extremely old, with mottled walls covered with vines, and a plaque hanging diagonally in front of the door, but with no words engraved on it.
Ren Qing's ghost had a blurry face and was wearing ordinary linen clothes, so he did not attract attention like the people in the ghost city.
However, he found that the door of the shop was already surrounded by jailers.
Everyone was talking a lot.
"How many years ago was the last time the ghost market changed? Does anyone remember it?"
"It must have been forty or fifty years ago. At that time, there was a wine shop..."
“You don’t know what the store sells this time?”
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After Ren Qing hesitated for a few moments, the ghost walked into the unknown shop in front of the jailer, causing the scene to become silent.
After the store door closed, the guards realized that the figure that flashed past was probably the clone of Dameng Zhenren.
Ren Qing ignored the noise outside and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The nameless shop was emptier than expected, and the walls inside were twisted, showing that it was indeed a dream.
Ren Qing was not yet proficient with the Twin Nightmares, and suddenly felt like he had no idea how to start.
The main body is still in the Dameng Pavilion. He wanted to ask the real Dameng, but the latter ignored him completely. It was good that he was not kicked out.
After Ren Qing hesitated for a moment, he placed his fingers between his eyebrows. The split soul could sense the double pupil on the brain with the help of the connection with the main body.
He tried to influence the shop, trying to simulate the interior of a blacksmith shop.
After spending a lot of effort, it really paid off.
The walls became flat, the shop was divided into two rooms, inside and outside, with a curtain in the middle, and the floor was made of the simplest pure wood.
Ren Qing felt a slight sting from the spirit of the divided soul, which was a sign of excessive consumption.
He had to close his eyes and rest, and it took him an hour to recover.
Some of the jailers outside the store had lost their patience, and the crowd of onlookers left a little less.
Ren Qing calmly built the counter, and the style was still extremely simple.
After all, I have just entered the Twin Nightmares for the first time, and my abilities have not yet been exercised. I can only gradually improve the details in the store in the future.
He simply gave up on building decorations to hang on the walls, and with less than ten hours left before the ghost market closed, he planned to open a store.
But then Ren Qing remembered that the store's plaque had not been changed.
In order to avoid being remembered by others, Ren Qing imitated the font of Dameng Pavilion and engraved "Dameng Forging Weapon" on the plaque, which can be regarded as a fake.
After doing all this, the main body looked at Master Dameng anxiously, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party still didn't respond.
Ren Qing immediately showed his top strength in climbing along the pole.
He worked tirelessly to change the image of the split soul, turning it into a distorted light and shadow like the real person in the dream.
Only then did Dameng Zhenzhen notice Ren Qing's boldness.
There was a flash of light and shadow.
"Senior Dameng, I have offended you so much..."
The main body smiled and apologized. With Song Zongwu's backing, he naturally didn't want to expose his flaws because of being timid.
Fenhun has started preparing to open a store, but Ren Qing's skills are barely adequate, so customer selection is extremely important.
The wooden door of the shop seemed ajar, but in fact even the jailer couldn't open it.
However, Ren Qing was obviously overly worried. The guards surrounding him looked at each other with slightly hesitant expressions.
The jailer does have a need for weapon refining, but it is impossible for him to suddenly have an idea.
If you go to the store first to check the situation, you are afraid of making a bad deal with Dameng Zhenren, so no one goes in.
However, the reputation of the Great Dream Forge has gradually spread.
Zhang Mu bought the materials and passed by, just waiting for Ren Qing to return to the world together.
He glanced across the wine shop and couldn't help but feel envious.
When he first joined the Jailer Hall, Zhang Mu's guide invited him to drink drunkenly, and the taste still lingers on his lips and teeth when he thinks of it.
But there was no other way. After all, the reserves' channels for obtaining blood crystals were limited, and Zhang Mu spent most of his blood crystals to advance to the Ghost Envoy Realm, so he couldn't be so extravagant as to drink.
Zhang Mugang was about to turn around when he suddenly noticed a crowd surging beside the wine shop.
He looked at the plaque of a strange shop and murmured to himself: "Dream Forging..."
Is it really possible to entrust the jailer to refine weapons, but Zhang Mu thought about agreeing to Ren Qing to try, and couldn't help but seem extremely hesitant.
Suddenly, a jailer approached quickly from the other side.
After hearing the news, they came for the "Big Dream Forge" and were about to approach it.
Ren Qing used the power of the ghost market to influence Zhang Mu. Seeing this, the latter gritted his teeth and took the lead in pushing the door open and entering the store.
The wooden door then closed.
Seeing that there was no excitement, most of the guards quickly dispersed, but a few who wanted to refine weapons were still waiting at the door.
With an uneasy look on his face, he carefully looked around the store.
The Dameng Forging Appears to be a bit crude, compared to the Dameng Pavilion, it is completely out of place, but there is a distorted light and shadow standing at the counter.
It looks like he is indeed Dameng Zhenren, but Zhang Mu always feels that he is slightly different, without that fearful aura.
Maybe it's just because of the clone.
Zhang Mu respectfully said: "Senior Dameng, do you want me to provide the materials to forge the magic weapon?"
"Can."
Ren Qing tries his best to cherish words as much as possible. If he talks too much, he will be easily recognized.
"I wonder how many blood crystals are needed?"
After hearing these words, Ren Qing suddenly fell into thinking about how to price it appropriately. After all, it should not be too expensive or too cheap.
Zhang Mu felt a little guilty when he saw this. He had almost spent all the blood crystals on buying materials, and now he felt like he was riding a tiger.
He couldn't help but said: "Senior Dameng, this magical weapon of mine is too ordinary, so I'd better give it to a familiar friend to refine it."
Ren Qing wanted to speak but stopped.
Isn't that your friend me?
"A stone of blood crystal."
"One stone?"
Zhang Mu paused in his steps. He didn't expect that it would be so cheap for Master Dameng to refine the magic weapon himself. It was simply unbelievable.
Ren Qing stimulated the twin nightmares' abilities and poured some information into Zhang Mu's mind while he was defenseless.
The general content is that the magical weapon refined by the Dream Forger must be taken back to the shop for repair if it is damaged.
Refining can be relatively cheap, but subsequent repairs are expensive.
He only needs to put his soul in the shop on the 15th of every month, and the main body will not have much impact at all.
Zhang Mu quickly agreed.
Then he took out the materials from his pocket, and it turned out to be poisonous toad skin and meat stones, but he prepared two more to be on the safe side.
The moment the deal between the two was concluded, a familiar feeling lingered in Ren Qing's heart.
The main body quickly summoned the information flow, and the longevity column actually had five extra days. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
There are indeed inexplicable rules in Dameng Zhenren's ghost market. If you can obtain longevity through trading, you must be able to expect the bad luck.
"Wait a moment."
Ren Qing took away the materials through the power of dreams, and then walked straight towards the back room.
Fortunately, he had done enough homework beforehand. The requirements for refining this magical weapon that could make up for the monk's shortcomings were not high.