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Chapter 172 The crisis is coming

The fortune ghost panicked. He added the extra 200 coins without permission. The boss behind him thought the price was 100 coins.

But he believed that if he could knock more corpse fireflies from Wang Fu, wouldn't it be a great achievement?

If this is the case, disrupting the business will be a crime rather than a meritorious service.

Thinking of the cruel methods of the boss behind the scenes, the money-lucky guy couldn't help but shudder.

"Brother, don't worry, we can still discuss it."

"What are you talking about? I only have ninety in total...?"

Wang Fu was careful to shut up and waved his hand, "Eighty at most. I don't want any more."

I spilled the beans.

The fortune ghost noticed the information revealed in the words, and judged that Wang Fu had less than a hundred corpse fireflies on his body, and it should be more than ninety.

This is not possible!

He figured that if he really wanted to negotiate, he would have to get in a few times.

"Brother Wu Kui, can we really not discuss this anymore?"

The Lucky Ghost looked at Wang Fu eagerly, "The stuff is here, it can't escape. You go back and search for it first to see if you can get a hundred pieces. Yes, I only need a hundred pieces and sell them at a loss."

Wang Fu shook his head decisively, "That's all for this batch, they're gone."

He glanced at the alchemy furnace with regret and said, "Wealth-lucky ghost, I don't have enough spiritual grass on my body, so I don't want this alchemy furnace. You can go find someone else!",

Don't go!

The money-lucky man was anxious. Corpse fireflies were scarce. It was rare for Wang Fu to make a bold move. The first thirty were followed by ninety-odd stalks, adding up to hundreds of corpse fireflies. Other companies shipped them in small quantities, ten at a time.

How long will it take for Genbagen to get to such a scale?

"That's all, if you lose, just lose a little."

The fortune ghost gritted his teeth and asked Wang Fu in a low voice, "How much do you have?"

Wang Fu thought for a while and said, "Ninety..."

The single digits at the back make the fortune-lucky ghosts nervous, fearing that the gap is too big.

"...six or seven.

The fortune ghost breathed a sigh of relief and randomly asked, "Is it ninety-six or ninety-seven?"

Wang Wangfu explained, "If one is damaged, it can only be counted as half."

This is true. After all, both Lang Xiaochen and Zhu Zisu are rough men and are not good at delicate work. Damage will inevitably occur during picking.

"That's ninety-six."

The fortune ghost has finalized the decision. Fortunately, there are only four pieces left. I will add in the money myself. If I get a hundred pieces, I should be able to explain it to the owner.

"Brother Wu Kui, I feel deeply sorry for you. Take this treasure, the ninety-six corpse fireflies, now."

Wang Fu nodded and slowly took it out one by one from his arms.

The rest of the time was spent on counting. The quantity was too large, and missing one would be a big loss. The money-lucky man was afraid of making mistakes, so he used the patience of counting hairs to check each item one by one.

Wang Fu, on the other hand, was playing with the alchemy furnace and waiting patiently.

"Brother Wu Kui, the inventory of goods has been completed."

Based on the idea that mosquito meat is still meat no matter how small it is, the Lucky Ghost suggested, "You can also sell me the damaged corpse fireweed at a discount!"

"I won't sell the broken grass, I'll keep it for my own cultivation."

When Yun Yun Wealth Ghost heard this, it was uneconomical to sell it at a low price. If it were him, he would definitely choose to use it for practice.

"That's fine."

“A pleasure to work with.”

After the alchemy furnace came into Wang Fu's hands, the money-lucky ghost also carefully collected the dead fireflies, put them in a special gloomy wooden box, and then stuffed them into the greedy ghost's belly.

"Brother Wu Kui, I ordered a banquet for you. You can enjoy it slowly. I have to leave beforehand."

The Lucky Ghost was anxious to go back to pay the bills, raised his glass three times, and left with the Greedy Ghost.

After a while, Yinluo Gui knocked on the door, "Brother, can I come in?"

"Can."

As soon as the Yinluo ghost entered the door, he bowed respectfully to Wang Fu and said, "Thank you, brother. The Lucky Ghost was in a good mood just now and gave me several Yin Gathering Talismans."

Wang Fu nodded, "Stretch out your hand."

The Yin Luo ghost didn't know why, so he stretched out a palm as white as paper, without any palm prints.

"This is my thank you for helping you pull the strings."

The ghost of Yin Luo lowered his head subconsciously and saw a spiritual grass as weak as a bean sprout, with a shimmering light.

"Corpse Fireweed."

Yin Luo Gui's mind buzzed. Although she had never seen it before, she couldn't figure out that this thing was the treasure that the ghost cultivated in his dream, Corpse Firefly Grass.

"Brother, this is too valuable, I can't accept it."

Yinluo ghost subconsciously refused.

"Look clearly, this spiritual grass is damaged and most of its potency has been lost. You can't buy it at a good price anymore."

Wang Fu nodded towards her, "You have been busy these days, and you have worked hard without any credit. This is a special thank you for you."

"Brother, you are a good ghost."

Yinluo ghost was very moved.

"The transaction is completed, I'm leaving first."

Wang Fu has sold all the Corpse Fireflies this time, and has obtained the required materials. He has no worries and can return.

Yin Luo Gui still wanted to keep him and decided that this eldest brother was a good opportunity and he must seize it.

"Brother, if you want to establish a business in the ghost market, my little sister is willing to do your best."

When Yin Luo Gui said this, his eyes were full of hope.

You are taking refuge in me!

Wang Fu shook his head. He was a fake ghost. Although he was tempted, he refused.

"Sorry, I can't use you right now."

After Yin Luo Gui was rejected, she was very sad, but she also knew that Wang Funeng chatted and laughed with Luck Gui and had a good background, so it was normal for her to look down on her.

In the final analysis, I am still too weak, and no one wants to take refuge in me.

At this moment, the Yin Luo ghost became fierce. Taking advantage of this small profit, he must break through to the evil ghost level.

Wang Fu didn't know it yet, but his unintentional move actually spurred Yin Luo Gui to work hard.

He was more cautious in his work. He specially found a remote place, put the things into the light space, and then switched to another evil ghost to completely change his appearance.

Now, even the Lucky Ghost and Yinluo Ghost couldn't recognize him.

"Um?

Wang Fugang was about to leave the ghost market when he suddenly noticed something was wrong. He looked around and saw that the life candles on the newly bought ghosts and practitioners on the street were all shaky, as if suppressed by the strong wind and might be extinguished at any time.

One or two is okay, it can be said to be an exception, but such a large-scale abnormality of life candles indicates that a catastrophe is about to happen.

"No, we must leave the ghost market as soon as possible."

Wang Fu walked to the exit, but was stopped by Yasha, "The market is closed today, go back!"

The so-called closed market means closing the entrances and exits. The ghost market is completely isolated from the outside world. Outsiders cannot enter and the inside cannot get out.

"Why?"

Before Wang Fu could have his attack, a bad-tempered ghost started arguing next to him, "We didn't bring any spiritual tea. If you don't believe me, you can search for it."

The gatekeeper Yaksha had official business, "It has nothing to do with the spiritual tea. There is an order from above to seal the entrance and exit and capture the remaining members of the ghost tribe."

Upon hearing the words "Remnants of the Ghost Division", everyone present, whether human or ghost, fell silent.

"How long will that take?"

It took a long time before someone asked.

"Don't worry about this, it will come soon, very soon."

Wang Fu turned around and left, which was not good.

He is now certain that the large-scale anomaly of life candles means that the remnants of the ghost tribe are stronger than ever this time and will cause large-scale casualties.

How can I protect myself if it happens to me?


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