Looking around, he saw a slightly familiar face sitting there, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with his legs unable to be covered because he had no pants.
He was mumbling as if he were playing tricks, and there were various items placed at the stall in front of him.
Bagua mirror, ink bucket, talisman and seal script, etc., but it seems that the production process of these is extremely rough, and they do not have any aura.
This should be Pang Lang, the descendant of Pang Yong and Xia Bing, a useless monster catcher. He has no ability to catch monsters, but it is because the descendants of the monster catchers have blood that is very lethal to monsters. Que'er's
He died because the sword was stained with his blood. It can be said that the bird demon died because of him.
Wang Jian came over and squatted down to fiddle with these products.
Suddenly a customer came, which immediately made Pang Lang excited: "Master, take your time and look, these are the magic tools carefully crafted by me, the monster hunter. If you encounter a monster, it can save your life."
Wang Jian looked at him with a smile: "Are you a monster hunter?"
"Of course, my family has been a monster hunter for thirteen generations."
Wang Jian shook his head: "I can't tell. At least you don't have any aura of the demon hunter on your body. Could it be that you have cultivated to an extremely advanced level and have been able to gather your own aura and reach the state of returning to nature?"
These words made Pang Lang extremely embarrassed, and he unconsciously scratched his messy hair.
Finally, under Wang Jian's gaze, Pang Lang had to retreat and said with great embarrassment: "I am indeed a demon hunter, but I have inherited it for too long and have not achieved any results. But don't worry, I have
With profound experience, these magic weapons are definitely effective."
Whether it was effective or not, Wang Jian didn't know. Anyway, he didn't sense the slightest aura on these so-called magic weapons.
I think even if it is useful, it should be for some little monsters.
If you encounter a real big demon, like Que'er, or even a more awesome one like Xiao Wei, it will definitely be ineffective.
But Pang Lang's blood is really weird, it actually has such a powerful ability.
Although this is a script setting, since it has been made into a movie, it is real.
Pang Lang is the descendant of Xia Bing and Pang Yong. Xia Bing's ancestor is a monster hunter. His blood is also exaggerated and is very useful for monsters.
Later, she married Pang Yong, giving the Pang family the blood of the demon hunter.
This kind of blood is probably a kind of bloodline, but it is of no use.
Only effective for monsters, not others.
However, if the blood from Pang Lang's body was extracted and the essence was condensed, it might be able to cause some damage to the Demon King.
After all, Xiao Wei's thousand-year-old monsters have to be avoided and cannot be touched. This kind of bloodline still has some abilities.
Realizing that Wang Jian was looking at him more and more strangely, Pang Lang tightened his clothes unnaturally.
Judging from Wang Jian's outfit, he may be from the mainland. It is said that he is fond of men's style, I don't know if it is true or not. This guy looks at me so strangely, he must not be interested in me.
Although life is hard, Pang Lang has no intention of selling chrysanthemums to live by.
"Sir, if you don't like it, I won't greet you."
Pang Lang felt that his body was more important than his life, so he should send this guy away first.
Otherwise, we really have bad intentions. Our monster hunter's weak constitution caused by long-term hunger will really not be able to withstand the attack of this big man.
Wang Jian reached out and took out a piece of gold and handed it to the other party: "Do you want it?"
This piece of gold emits golden light in the sun, brightening people's eyes.
Fortunately, there is no business here and no one pays attention to it, otherwise someone might try to rob it.
Pang Lang swallowed his saliva, but when he saw Wang Jian's playful smile, he looked evil.
He squirmed, then hesitantly said: "Sir, I'm very dirty. I haven't bathed in more than a year. I'm not suitable for you."
Wang Jian was dumbfounded, what do you mean?
There's no point in lying, but he remembered that such a border city was obviously close to the desert, and there was a large lake outside the city. Whoever was in the movie, maybe Princess Jing, seemed to have jumped into the lake there.
But soon, he reacted.
It wasn't because of his words, but because of the vigilant look in his eyes and the way he slowly stepped back and clamped his legs.
Wang Jian felt like her stomach was churning, and she had an unpleasant urge to vomit.
He took a few deep breaths and tried to suppress the urge to kill himself.
"What are you thinking? Labor and management like women and have no interest in you at all."
"That's good, that's good."
Pang Lang breathed a sigh of relief and sighed repeatedly, but soon he was shocked: "Why did the young master give me gold?"
"I have heard about your ancestor Xia Bing. The Xia family are all demon hunters, and they carry the blood of demon hunters. I just want your blood."
"My blood?" Pang Lang was startled, "No, by the way, how do you know that my ancestor has Xia Bing?"
If he hadn't often read through his ancestral home and looked at the glorious deeds of his ancestors, he wouldn't have known about Xia Bing's existence.
That was more than five hundred years ago. Such a long time has covered up many things.
To be honest, Pang Lang was really depressed.
Our forefathers were so awesome, but I was like a waste, and it was difficult to even support myself.
It seems that the Pang family's line of demon hunters may be cut off. After all, he hasn't had enough to eat for a long time, let alone marry a wife and have children.
"I've heard before that Xia Bing and Pang Yong came together to deal with a thousand-year-old Jiuxiao beautiful fox."
Pang Lang was even more confused. His name had never been uttered. He was just talking about being a monster hunter. But Wang Jian knew so clearly, which had to make him suspicious.
"Don't worry, you are alone, there is nothing I can covet. Only the blood of the demon hunter in you is valued by me." When Wang Jian said this, he threw the gold in front of him, "So, I use
Isn’t it a fair transaction to buy your blood with gold?”
"Sorry, I can't do your business."
"Why?"
"Teach your body, hair, and skin to your parents!"
Wang Jian shook his head and laughed. Although this sentence is widely circulated, there are only a few people who can do it.
Not to mention that in a certain dynasty, all the hair on the top of the head was shaved off, leaving only a handful on the back of the head. Why doesn't anyone say this?
Based on Pang Lang's current hairstyle, he has only grown this much hair in more than 20 years? Are you kidding me?
In the final analysis, I still subconsciously resist this trading method.
"It's just a little blood, and I don't mean to kill you. I used your blood for the other monsters, and for us humans. I didn't want you to give it in vain. After all, you are a monster hunter, and you are doing it for humans.
Fight hard. So I will not let you bleed and shed tears, but buy it with you with gold. This is for the peace of life of the human race, and we are duty-bound."
Wang Jian's words were righteous and upright, but everyone knew what they were actually like. He was cheating. For his own benefit and some verification, lying was so new. It's not like he had never done it before.
