The money was not enough. Wu Bei thought for a while and discussed with the stall owner: "Friend, I want to borrow your stall and I want to sell a few things. When I get enough money, I will buy your things."
The stall owner only sold these items. He nodded and said yes.
Wu Bei then sat down and took out things to sell while chatting with the stall owner.
He has a lot of things saved on him, some of which are of little value to him anymore, so he might as well exchange them for money.
He first found the ancient mirror and dagger in the tomb of Pingluan Hou, both of which were extraordinary objects. As soon as he took them out, someone asked about the price. His quote was: the ancient mirror is three thousand zealand coins, which is suitable for five thousand.
After several groups of people viewed it, someone finally found someone who was sincere in wanting to buy it. The two parties bargained, and Wu Bei finally sold the lower body for 7,200.
When he had enough money, he bought the secret cube. The stall owner sold the items and left with a few polite words.
Wu Bei thought that he might have to buy something later, and the Xilan coin itself could be converted into cash, so he took out the Ghost Slaying Sword, the Tang Sect's Wrath of Thunder God, the Cicada Wing Flying Sword, the Metal Arm Guard, and the Five Five Drawings he drew himself.
Zhang Lei Fire Talisman.
These things were more attractive than the previous ones, 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 20,000 NZD. The metal arm guard was so effective that it was finally 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 them for 14,000 NZD!
With money in 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 a stall.
There were various animal bones placed on this stall, some of which were weathered and worn, and some of which were obviously petrified. At a glance, he saw that there were two animal bones on the stall that 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 and they are 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. There have been people who have learned from enlightenment and inherited them from ancient times. Just forget it if you don't buy it."
Wu Bei then picked up the two bones he was looking at: "Forget it, since you want to buy, just buy two big ones. How much do these two cost?"
The stall owner thought for a moment: "Fifty thousand, no bargaining."
Wu Bei thought the price was a scam, but he saw that the object was extraordinary, so he negotiated the price and bought it at the original price.
After getting the animal bones, he was about to leave when there was a man setting up a stall next to him carrying a bunch of things. When the baggage was opened, Wu Bei saw many bits and pieces.
However, his attention was not on these things, but on 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!
A person who buys things must not reveal his intentions, so he squatted down to pick and choose, and said: "Boss, how do you sell these crappy things?"
The boss was very angry: "Friends, mine are not junk, these are sacred objects from Arab legends!"
Wu Bei: "Then how much do you sell these holy objects?"
The man thought for a moment: "Thirty thousand NZD."
Wu Bei still had 20,000 yuan on hand, so he immediately negotiated the price with him. They went back and forth with each other until his words were worn out. In the end, the boss agreed to sell him the thing for 20,000 NZD.
After paying the money, Wu Bei packed up the furoshiki, picked it up and left.
The boss quickly said: "Hey, friend, this is 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 had to take out the only two hundred zealand coins he had before he let go.
After walking out of the ghost market with the baggage, Wu Bei opened the baggage and put the things into the black sky space. After that, he took the baggage skin and went to a small river to wash it.
After a few rubs, the original color of the baggage was revealed. It was a flag, apricot in color, with complex 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 young man. He smiled "hehe" and said: "It seems that you are a Yanlong person, right? You are very brave, and you dare to come to my Java ghost market to do business."
Wu Bei: "I can't come?"
"I can come. But once I come, I 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 by core figures, which is very powerful.
These three people are all Xilan warriors. Judging from their strength, they are all innate. With such strength, they are 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 young 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 Sealandian 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 but with a good complexion.
Luo Mi: "Father, this is the expert I invited. He has a magical elixir that can make my father immortal!"