Chapter 2900 Trap
The performance of this stall owner is actually very problematic. He greeted him automatically, obviously because he was afraid that Tang Zhen would not notice him.
In fact, as a businessman, this approach is normal.
But he boasted about Haikou and didn't even ask Tang Zhen what he wanted. He only said that he could find everything.
Even Tang Zhen himself does not dare to make this guarantee, so why should a small stall owner?
It was obvious that the other party wanted to trick Tang Zhen.
Tang Zhen went along with the flow. He wanted to see what the other party was planning?
"If you have good goods, you will definitely be satisfied with the price, but if you want to cheat me, I will never give up."
Tang Zhen's tone contained a warning. , very much like those monks who want to find good goods, but are worried about being deceived.
“You can ask, who doesn’t say that I do business fairly and impartially, and I never disappoint my customers!”
The stall owner said with a smile, as if he didn't notice the disdainful expressions of several nearby stall owners.
"Well, let me take a look at where the good goods you mentioned are."
Tang Zhen said to the stall owner, with a hint of urgency in his tone.
"Don't be anxious, sir. How can such scarce good things be placed in the market!
The good goods are all at home, right on the edge of this market. You can follow me. .”
While the stall owner was talking, he kicked the waiter next to him and asked him to guard the stall for him.
The guy nodded and glanced at Tang Zhen secretly, with a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.
"Your Excellency, follow me. Let's leave now."
The stall owner led the way, leading Tang Zhen out of the market and straight to the houses next to it.
These houses built next to the market are also dilapidated and have strong desert characteristics.
Pushing open the half-open wooden door, the stall owner walked in first.
"My goods are in the house. You can wait in the yard for a moment, and I will help you take them out."
While the stall owner was speaking, he was secretly speaking. He glanced at Tang Zhen, wanting to see when he would walk into the yard.
Tang Zhen's expression was as usual, but he smiled coldly in his heart.
The moment he walked into the yard, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and darkness fell like a void.
If an ordinary monk encounters such an incident, he will fall into a state of panic, and then be subdued by the following methods.
Of course, this kind of trap method can only deal with monks who are not too strong. Senior monks have the means to cross the void and are no strangers to this special environment.
"Hahaha, take him down!"
The stall owner who pretended to enter the house immediately turned around and shouted loudly, while throwing something at Tang Zhen.
It was a pocket cage that kept getting bigger in mid-air and headed straight for Tang Zhen to clasp it.
Two more figures jumped out from the side, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, aiming at Tang Zhen and launching an attack.
Looking at their movements, they didn't hold back at all. They clearly wanted to kill Tang Zhen on the spot.
The three of them cooperated skillfully and used ferocious methods. It seemed that they had done this more than once.
This is a group of habitual criminals who specialize in killing and selling goods here, and harming foreign monks who have just arrived.
Over the past many years, countless innocent souls have fallen in this small courtyard.
Tang Zhen, who was at the entrance of the courtyard, seemed to be in a sluggish state, unable to move at all.
His appearance at this time was no different from other people who were framed.
The trio involved in the ambush couldn't help but feel overjoyed when they saw this, and immediately accelerated their attack speed.
“Go to hell!”
After throwing the cage out, the stall owner took out a javelin-like weapon again and threw it at Tang Zhen in the cage.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the weapon touched Tang Zhen, it passed right through without causing any damage at all.
The two accomplices, one on the left and one on the right, stared at Tang Zhen in the cage with their eyes wide open at this moment.
I want to continue to do it, but my body can't move an inch.
“You don’t know what you can do.”
Tang Zhen said coldly, and then he saw that the javelin seemed to be controlled by someone, reversing its direction and shooting at the stall owner.
"Not good!"
Looking at the oncoming weapons, the stall owner screamed in fright and quickly ducked to avoid it. At this moment, there was only one thought swirling in his mind, and that was that he had made a mistake.
This foreign monk is obviously a novice, but his strength is not simple. He is probably a real strong man!
But it was precisely this that made him feel more and more depressed.
Since the strength is so strong, why did it go to such a low-end market? Is it possible to survive after eating enough?
A scream came, and the stall owner was pierced through the body and nailed directly to the wall.
Confined by invisible power, the stall owner struggled in vain, but was unable to move at all.
The metal cage imprisoning Tang Zhen also shattered in an instant, and the other two enemies were also nailed to the wall.
Seeing the miserable condition of their companions, the three monks felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that they had completely failed today.
"Your Excellency, spare your life. We are willing to pay the ransom, and please let the three of us go."
The stall owner refused to sit still and begged for mercy immediately, as did the other two monks.
They can be cruel to their targets without any sympathy. When their lives are threatened, they can pray for mercy without dignity.
It seems despicable and shameless, but it happens to be able to live longer. It is really a scourge to the spiritual world.
Tang Zhen ignored the other party's begging for mercy, but looked at the courtyard and found that it had been completely blocked by the formation.
Even though the fighting was going on inside the yard, nothing looked out of the ordinary from the outside. No wonder they were so unscrupulous.
"You three are all foreign monks?"
Tang Zhen looked at the stall owner and asked in a cold voice.
"No, we are aborigines, not foreign monks at all."
The stall owner hurriedly opened his mouth and answered Tang Zhen before his two companions.
"Yes, we are all aborigines."
The two monks next to them said hurriedly, fearing that Tang Zhen would not notice them.
The purpose of what they said was just to prevent Tang Zhen from attacking them, because once they killed the aborigines, they would be punished by the monks from the spiritual world.
Even if you kill, you will not be killed, and you will be punished. Accepting ransom and reconciliation is undoubtedly the best solution.
Even if he is in danger, the stall owner is still playing tricks. This has obviously become a habit.
"Aboriginal people?"
Glancing at the stall owner, Tang Zhen smiled coldly.
“Since you are aborigines, you are immortal, and there will be no problem if you lose your head.
If this is the case, why bother begging me for mercy? You can die anyway. Resurrection! "
After Tang Zhen said this, he looked at the three monks and said, "I would like to see how the natives of the Spirit Realm came back to life after being killed? ”
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light flashed, and the head of one of the monks rolled to the ground.
The sword that had just been bought from the dwarf merchant had been in Tang Zhen's hands for less than two hours before it absorbed the blood of a monk.
“Ah!”
When the stall owner and another monk saw this, they were so frightened that they immediately roared out of control.
Until this moment, they suddenly realized that they were so afraid of death.
"Don't try again. We are foreign monks, not aborigines. We can't be resurrected after death!"
The stall owner shouted at the top of his voice, for fear that Tang Zhen would experiment on him.
“Are you foreign monks?”
Tang Zhen looked at the trembling stall owner with a half-smiling expression, like a demon staring at its prey.
“There is no trace of foreign monks in your body, so you must be aborigines and cannot be killed.”
Tang Zhen swung his knife again and chopped down another monk to the ground, as if he was crushing an ant.
"Madman...!"
The stall owner looked at Tang Zhen blankly, his body was as limp as mud, and his face was full of despair.
(End of this chapter)