The sun sets in the west and the sky becomes dark.
The market in the square is getting deserted, not because the light is dim and cannot be seen. Lanterns have been hung up and braziers have been set up in the square, illuminating the whole square as bright as day. The market is deserted because seven o'clock is approaching and the main show in the auction house is going on.
It's about to begin.
The high-intensity auction that lasted all afternoon came to an end temporarily, giving the guests time to eat and rest.
The treatment in the private room was very good. Not only did they bring a table of delicious food to Zhang Xiaozhu and Niu Dawa, they also sent four beautiful girls to serve them wine and dishes, and sang songs to relieve their boredom, which made them enjoy themselves very much.
But when they learned from the mouths of the four girls that the private room on the second floor cost three star pills a day, they suddenly felt that this table of delicious food and a few songs were really damn expensive.
Of course, the two of them knew in their hearts that they stayed in the private room not to taste delicious food, let alone listen to music, but to show their identity and strength, and the strength in their pockets.
The two drank wine and listened to music, and time passed in a blink of an eye.
The gong rang three times in the auction hall to remind everyone that the auction would continue in a quarter of an hour.
After obtaining the consent of Zhang Xiaozhu and Niu Dawa, the four girls began to clear away the dishes and clear the table.
Zhang Xiaozu rewarded each of them with a jade piece with triple functions. The four of them felt like they had found a treasure and were so surprised that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
when!
At seven o'clock, a deafening gong sound suddenly resounded throughout the auction house, startling everyone.
Then the light in the venue suddenly went out.
call!
A biting wind blew in from outside the door, sending chills down the necks of all the martial arts practitioners.
"ah--"
"hey-hey…"
"Jiejiejie..."
"Give me back my life..."
Then a series of strange screams and laughter came from the underground of the auction house, giving people the feeling that countless evil spirits were about to emerge from the ground.
If it weren't for the light shining down from the private room upstairs, this sudden terrifying atmosphere would probably frighten many people. However, even if they knew that the scary atmosphere was deliberately created by people from the auction house, there were still many timid people.
People were so frightened that they screamed again and again.
"Damn it, it's so spooky. What's the first item in this year's main auction?"
"I have already photographed many objects from the underworld before, and looking at the gloomy atmosphere now, it goes without saying that this auction must be a treasure from the underworld."
"That's too boring. Most of us don't need anything from the underworld." There was noisy discussion in the auction house. Anyone who knows something about Jiuzhou Auction House knows that every time there is a large-scale auction, the auction house will
Arrange some special scenes for the first lot to arouse the atmosphere of the auction.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Suddenly, a hoarse coughing sound reached everyone's ears. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, and saw an old woman wearing gray clothes, with a stooped body, gray hair, and a wrinkled face.
Holding a white lantern in his hand, he walked towards the auction stage.
The pale light emitted from the lantern shone on the old woman's dead bark-like face, making it look a little penetrating.
The old woman stood still next to the auction table, flipped her left hand, and a black porcelain bowl appeared on her palm like a magic trick, with wisps of black gas coming out of the mouth of the bowl.
She glanced at the auction house with sinister eyes, and said in a rough and unpleasant voice: "Everyone, welcome to the underworld. Drink the old woman's bowl of soup, forget the troubles and sufferings of this life, jump off the cliff of reincarnation, and be reincarnated."
"Oh my god, are you going to sell Meng Po soup?!"
"Wow, this is interesting."
"Can you really forget all your worries and pains after drinking Meng Po Soup?"
"Tch, it's boring. I have auctioned it several times before, but I couldn't get a high price every time. It's not exciting at all."
There was a lot of discussion in the auction house. Most people found it very novel, but there were also a few people who had seen the Meng Po Tang auction before and found it boring.
"More than seven hundred years ago, Emperor Qitian and Emperor Fengdu led Yin soldiers to attack the Yang world, trying to unify the two realms of Yin and Yang. As a result, they were sanctioned by the laws of heaven, causing the Fengdu underworld to disappear from the underworld, and Meng Po and other true gods of the underworld also disappeared.
, life and death are unknown, and since then there has been no real Meng Po Tang in the underworld.”
The old woman on the auction stage spoke slowly.
"Do you mean that all the Mengpo soups auctioned before are fake?" someone asked loudly after hearing this.
Some people looked at the black porcelain bowl held in the old woman's palm and asked, "You don't mean to say that someone found the missing God Meng Po and got the real Meng Po soup, do you?"
The old woman did not answer their questions immediately, but slowly preached:
"There are a total of two hundred and seventy-three hells in the underworld.
In each underworld, there are the Huangquan Road and the eighteen levels of hell, and there are ten palaces of Yama, Meng Po, Judges, Bull-Headed Horse-faced and other ghost officials. They are all controlled by the true god of Fengdu Underworld.
But since the disappearance of the Fengdu underworld and the true gods, these 273 underworlds have been scattered and started to do their own thing.
The Meng Po soup that was auctioned before was made by Meng Po in these small underworlds. It cannot be called fake, but it has flaws even if it is genuine.
Then not long ago, some cultivators found the disappeared Fengdu underworld in the underworld, met the true god Meng Po, and got a bowl of Meng Po soup cooked by the true god Meng Po.
Those Meng Po soups that were auctioned before were drunk by those who were strong in the Holy Realm. If they resisted with all their strength, Meng Po soup would have almost no effect on them. But this bowl of real Meng Po soup, even if the ancestor of reincarnation drank it, it would not work.
You will forget your past and present lives.”
Her words not only answered the questions of the two people before, but also gave everyone a general understanding of the underworld and the difference between this Mengpo soup and that Mengpo soup.
"Why do I smell a nice fragrance? It seems to be coming from the Mengpo soup in your hand. Is Mengpo soup fragrant? Is it a lie?" A person sitting near the auction table suddenly stood up and shouted in surprise.
road.
Hearing this, the old woman put the white lantern in her right hand on the auction table, then waved her sleeves towards the mouth of the black bowl, blowing the fragrance from the bowl towards the auction house.
"smell good!"
"This smell makes me want to drink a bowl."
"Isn't Mengpo soup bitter? How could it be sweet?"
"I think Meng Po soup is sweet and it's easy to understand. Who wants to be reincarnated with a belly full of bitterness, and who doesn't want to be reincarnated with a belly full of sweetness, don't you think so?"
When everyone smelled the fragrance of Meng Po soup, they immediately started a heated discussion.
The old woman coughed twice, suppressed the noisy discussion, and said: "Mengpo soup smells sweet, but no one knows its true taste, because everyone who has tasted it has forgotten all their memories and reincarnated.
Reincarnated.
In other words, no one in the world knows the true taste of Meng Po soup, including the true god Meng Po himself.
However, you can rest assured about the authenticity of this bowl of Meng Po soup, because it has been authenticated by our ancestor shopkeeper Ni Laozu and the president, and it is confirmed that it is the real Meng Po soup.
There is only one bowl of Meng Po soup. The starting price is one thousand star pills. Each increase in price must not be less than five hundred pills. The bidding begins."
"Depend on!"
In the private room on the second floor, Niu Dawa cried out depressedly.
He heard from the old woman that Meng Po Tang had been appraised by two important people, and he thought they would set a very high starting price again. Who would have thought that it would still be a thousand Star Pills, not even one more.
when!
"one thousand!"
The guests in the private room No. 1 on the second floor were the first to ring the gong and make the quotation.
