Chapter five hundred and sixteen: as long as eight eighty-eight
Ye Wu took the money and turned around and walked out of the city.
The management of the demon clan is relatively chaotic. In addition to the demon markets managed by some powerful races, there are also many black markets similar to those in human cities.
Most of this type of demon markets are located in the mountains and forests. The demon clans that come and go are more complex and their strength varies.
Ye Wu has no interest in visiting the demon market in the city. The demon clan has a strong desire to control the treasures in their clan. Whatever is sold, there won't be too many good things.
But this kind of demon market where many people gather together and then disperse after opening is different.
The only bad thing is that some of the things inside may have unclean origins, and you may get into trouble for them.
Ye Wu took a look at the tattered clothes on his body and felt that he might need to buy something to wear first.
Then there are the herbs.
A demon market recently appeared on a nearby hill, and the little demon told him about it.
When he walked into the forest, he could feel a lot of vague auras around him, and there were also some obscure eyes falling on him.
Ye Wu's face was covered with a rag, and his head was also wrapped with a strip of cloth. He looked like a bandit, and because his body was so tattered, many people immediately lost interest.
This kind of person seems to be just fishing in troubled waters, so there is no need to pay more attention to it.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the Demon Market was officially opened in this somewhat remote mountain.
The monsters who come and go more or less hide their identities, and even if they appear with a different face, they may not be who they really are.
You can't even tell which race they are from.
"Come on, everyone, come and see, the fresh blood clothes of the Dream Scorpions. If you have a grudge against the Dream Scorpions, then this blood clothes is a must. Take it out and use it to piss off the Dream Scorpions!
Take a walk, take a look, don’t miss it!”
Ye Wu was successfully attracted by the shouting.
He turned his head and looked over silently.
The monster clan was wrapped up tightly, probably using some kind of magic weapon to prevent prying eyes. It was impossible to tell what race it was. The floor was covered with blood-stained clothes of various colors.
Ye Wu's eyes were complicated for a moment.
Sure enough, he still had too little knowledge.
Someone actually sells blood clothes?
"Brother, I see that you seem to be very interested. Do you want to consider getting one? I guarantee that it was definitely ripped off from the Dream Scorpion Clan. It still has the smell of their clan on it!"
Probably because he stared at him for a long time, the vendor at the stall noticed him instantly.
Ye Wu: "..."
"Don't believe him, this guy is a Dream Scorpion himself, and these clothes were all taken off of himself!" A vendor on the side said.
"Look at me again. I see you are injured. Do you want to consider the super spirit-rejuvenating elixir refined from my ancestral secret recipe? A bottle is not expensive, it only costs 888. Eighty-eight spiritual stones cannot be bought.
If you suffer a loss, you can’t afford to be fooled!”
Ye Wu followed the gaze of the vendor who was talking and looked at his stall. There were indeed many exquisite porcelain bottles placed on it.
The vendor selling blood clothes couldn't help but said: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I be a member of the Dream Scorpion tribe? Ignore him. What super healing pill he bought is just the most common low-grade healing pill."
!I see that the clothes you are wearing are in such tatters, why don’t you get some of my clothes?”
Ye Wu: "..."
He felt that he had been deceived by the little demon.
You can get whatever you want in the demon market, but it turns out that I don’t understand the market very well.
He was really not interested in ordinary pills or clothes stained with other people's blood, so he walked all the way into the forest.
There are many stalls around, some of them are just like the two stalls, shouting at each other, and some of them are silent and just throwing pestles at each other.
Ye Wu's eyes quickly moved around, and finally landed on a stall in the distance.
The owner of the stall was also sitting there with his head lowered, but next to him was a wooden sign with the words "Longevity Grass for Sale" written in crooked letters.
It looked quite unreliable, there was nothing on the stall, he was just sitting there alone.
However, longevity grass may not necessarily prolong life, but it does have great benefits for injuries on the meridians. If it is a longevity grass that can reach a hundred years, it will be more than enough for his current injuries.
Ye Wu thought for a while and walked over.
"Do you really have longevity grass?"
The monster raised his head, and he looked like an old man. There was some hair on his face, and he looked like some kind of cat or canine.
"How much do you want?"
Ye Wu suddenly said in surprise: "So you still have a lot?"
The old man hummed softly and compared the numbers.
"Seven?" Ye Wu raised his eyebrows.
The old man nodded and closed his eyes, looking incomprehensible.
"How old are they? I want them that are over a hundred years old. If you have these seven, I will take them all."
The old man immediately opened his eyes and looked at him.
He compared the numbers again.
"Seven hundred spiritual stones? So cheap?" Ye Wu felt that this person was a bit unreliable.
It looks even less reliable than the 888 one just now.
The old man nodded and smiled.
"Of course I can't give it to you so cheaply. I snatched this medicine from someone else. If you want it, you have to take this trouble from me."
"Then we have to see if you really have it first." Ye Wudao.
The old man directly opened the storage bag on his waist.
There are indeed seven longevity grasses inside, each of which is at least two hundred years old.
Ye Wu's heart moved slightly and he took a deep look at the old man.
"Can I ask who the trouble is?"
The old man smiled and said nothing.
Ye Wu pondered for a while, feeling that he had nothing to fear.
So what if it offends the seven supreme races?
Of course he doesn't want to be known by the people in the immortal world and discovered by the demon masters before his strength reaches the true realm of immortals, but even if he is discovered in advance, he has nothing to be afraid of.
Ye Wu then nodded and took out seven top-quality spiritual stones from his storage space.
"I bought it."
The old man suddenly showed a strange smile, took the spirit stone simply, threw the storage bag in his hand to him, and at the same time, the figure quickly disappeared from the market.
Ye Wu checked the storage bag and found that it was indeed seven longevity grasses.
He raised his head and glanced around, a thoughtful look appeared on his face, then he chuckled and disappeared.
After he left, several figures who had been hiding in the darkness appeared and looked at each other.