The strongest mad emperor system

The Ghost Market is located in the easternmost part of the City of Beasts. It is quite large in scale. Although it is a place for selling stolen goods, it is not banned by the government and allowed to develop freely.

But one thing is very strict, that is, fighting is prohibited, all cities have this rule, if monks mix with ordinary people, even ordinary monks can slaughter thousands of people in an instant, that would be a mess.

It is said that the initial area of ​​the ghost market was only a few shops, and it has to be said that it is a miracle that it has developed to the current scale after thousands of years.

"Take a look, take a look, chalcedony is a thousand-year-old medicinal material. After passing this village, there is no such shop!"

"Don't miss it when you pass by. The heart of the ocean, which is rare in ten thousand years, can be refined to increase lifespan. If you miss this time, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

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Just walking into the ghost market, the overwhelming sound of hawking can be heard, and the monks are indeed crazier than ordinary people when they start business, and they always have inexhaustible energy to yell.

"Hey! Brat still dares to steal things! I'm so impatient!"

Suddenly a yell interrupted Qin Ye's thoughts. He turned his head and saw a stall owner pointing at a bright and handsome young man, and many people around were watching.

"Beating someone! Bullying someone! Everyone, come and see, profiteers are blackmailing you!"

I saw Xiaosheng holding his head and shaking his body, looking very pitiful, but Qin Ye didn't find a trace of timidity in this kid's eyes.

The two eyeballs are rolling around, this is not a look of fear.

What an interesting kid, Qin Ye shook his head and was about to leave but stopped.

Xiaosheng suddenly rushed out of the crowd and hugged Qin Ye's arm.

"Brother! They bullied me!"

Xiaosheng wailed, even though Qin Ye struggled a few times, he couldn't break free.

Feeling numbness and numbness from his arm, Qin Ye was surprised to find that this little boy was actually a girl.

"You, rascal!"

Xiaosheng blushed, but he didn't let go of Qin Ye's arm, leaving Qin Ye speechless for a while, obviously he was the victim.

In a blink of an eye, the stall owner brought people around and looked at Qin Ye with a fierce look on his face.

"You are her brother? Your brother stole my things, what do you say?"

The stall owner yelled loudly.

"Nonsense, I didn't, but you said I stole something from you."

Xiaosheng shot back.

"Don't dare to be stubborn, my thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum and jade must have been taken away by you, I..."

The stall owner hadn't finished speaking, but he stared blankly at his booth, and the things that had disappeared just now came back, and they didn't even move the place.

"Let me tell you, you have to be honest when doing business. How dare you say it's a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum? I think it's almost a century-old radish, and chalcedony. "

The roles were changed, and Xiaosheng pointed at the stall owner and taught him a lesson, acting like a teacher.

The stall owner's face was flushed from suffocation, and he opened his mouth wide but couldn't speak. Whoever let others tell the truth, this dumb man will suffer.

What Xiaosheng said made Qin Ye look a little sideways. It seemed that this little girl had a lot of experience in the world, and she could see through such tricks at a glance.

The stall owner returned to the stall, seeing that there was no more excitement to watch, and everyone scattered and left.

"I said, you can let go of my arm, a girl doesn't pay attention to the influence at all."

Qin Ye said.

"It's up to you, stinky rascal!"

Xiaosheng pursed his lips, looked at Qin Ye angrily, then his face changed, he showed a bright smile to Qin Ye, and stretched out his right hand: "I, Zhong Wuyan, nice to meet you."

It is said that women are fickle, and Qin Ye finally saw that he was alive this time, which really made him a little overwhelmed.

He ignored Zhong Wuyan's pestering.Qin Ye walked forward on his own, and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

snort!If you dare to put on a dirty face to Miss Ben, there will be times when you will regret it!
Zhong Wuyan stomped her feet a few times angrily, and chased in the direction of Qin Ye.

"Have you heard, this time the old man who sells the dead man's stone is here again."

"I dare not go to that street. It is said that all the monks who bought stones died unexpectedly. It is so evil."

"Who says it's not? When the ghost market opened last time, the Great Monk Huineng came to see it in person. He said that the dead man's stone is not an evil thing. It's so strange."

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A burst of discussion reached Qin Ye's ears. After thinking for a moment, Qin Ye found out where the Dead Man's Stone was sold, and walked over with strange eyes.

'Hu~'

A gust of cold wind blows, carrying a little coolness.

In such a bustling place, is there a clean street? Qin Ye found that there was almost no stall on this street, and even the buyers passed by in a hurry, as if they didn't want to stay for a second longer.

"Fate and fate are all guests, the world of mortals has experienced life and death, the sky does not respect ghosts and myths, and has its own way of reincarnation to destroy delusion."

A clear voice sounded in Qin Ye's ear, seemingly real or unreal. Qin Ye looked up and was sure that it came from the booth of Dead Man's Stone.

Walking forward, Qin Ye sized up the stall owner in front of him.

He was of medium build and wore a white mask, no different from ordinary monks. If he had to point out the difference, it would be that there were no facial features on this person's mask, only a smooth face.

There were more than 20 milky white stones, large and small, on the booth. Qin Ye carefully observed the stones with his spiritual sense, but he didn't find any abnormalities after a long while.

There is only a faint discomfort, but it is hard to explain. This feeling does not seem to come from the stone, but from the depths of the soul.

"Young people are not afraid of death?"

A vigilant voice sounded in Qin Ye's ears, and Qin Ye suddenly woke up, only to realize that at some point, he had squatted down, and his right hand was very close to the Dead Man's Stone.

"You stone, how did you sell it?"

Qin Ye said.

"I don't take a penny from the right person, and I don't sell ten thousand gold if the person is not right. Forcing will only hurt myself."

There was a rustling sound from under the mask, which sounded a bit weird, but it was hard to tell what was wrong.

"I don't know if I'm the right person."

Qin Ye looked straight at the masked man, as if he wanted to know the answer.

"There is God's will in the dark, and only those who have the destiny to change what is destined can be changed."

The masked man seemed to have something in his words, looked at Qin Ye, and randomly pointed to the stones on his booth, meaning to let Qin Ye do what he wanted.

what!
Just when Qin Ye was about to pick it out, a burning sensation suddenly came from the totem on his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a sense of consciousness rushed into Qin Ye's mind, it seemed that Qin Ye was very eager for these dead man's stones.

If so, just pack it up.

Qin Ye clapped his hands and put all the stones into the storage ring.

Although I couldn't see the expression of the masked man, but looking at his trembling fingers, he knew that his heart must be not at peace.

This should be the happiest time since the mask man has done business so many times.

After putting away the dead man's stone, Qin Ye thought for a moment and put a storage bag on the booth, which contained a few thousand-year-old spiritual herbs obtained at the bottom of the well.

The masked man didn't accept it, nor refused, and sat quietly on the spot, as if he couldn't even feel breathing.

Turning around and leaving the booth, Qin Ye had a premonition that there would no longer be dead stones in the ghost market in the future.

Just when Qin Ye was about to have lunch, he suddenly looked at the crowd beside him, then smiled wryly and shook his head.

She is really a pestering little goblin, Qin Ye walked to the eating booth after thinking about it.

The food that monks eat is naturally different from that of ordinary people. Even the noodles are made of spiritual rice, and they are also served with spiritual fruit and juice, which can both satisfy hunger and cultivate for monks.

Even if they have reached the realm where they can fast, most monks will choose to eat occasionally, for no other reason. Eating is a human nature, and even the legendary gods sometimes have the desire to eat.