Chapter 146 [Craftsman, Painter, Salesman]
“Boss, here are ten thousand candy people!!” He Sheng slapped a hand on the ghost stall owner’s stall and said. The stall owner who was blowing the candy man's movements was directly frozen.
A pair of ghost eyes revealed an expression of disbelief.
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What is the concept of Ten Thousand Sugar People?
At the price of the human being in front of him, a sugar man would get twenty taels of ghost silver. Ten thousand, two hundred thousand taels of ghost silver. If it had such a fortune, the Five Zangshen, the owner of the ghost market, would have to be its lackey.
Of course, although there are not two hundred thousand taels of ghost silver, it has twenty taels of ghost silver. Even if there are not ten thousand, one can still blow. The hand movements continued, and in the blink of an eye, a vivid candy man took shape quickly.
Immediately afterwards, silent hands handed over the candy man and twenty taels of ghost silver. In this regard, the person involved did not refuse, took it without saying a word, and put the ghost silver into the storage column.
“Exit.”
The next second, he left the permanently open third copy and returned to the hanging flower door space. Yes, repeatedly brushing ghost silver is his wishful thinking.
Twenty taels at a time, half a million times.
Hey, God of the Five Internal Organs, God of the Five Internal Organs, in the future, this ghost market may belong to one of us.
"Hey, get rich"
He couldn't say the next words.
[Ghost Silver: 20 taels. 】
That's right, the ghost silver obtained from the copy did not increase to [40 taels].
“Yes, there is no loophole.”
If you want to take Ghost Silver out of the dungeon, you must have special permission from the Weeping Flower Gate. For example, iron tire bows and armor-piercing arrows can only be taken out of the dungeon after being used and converted into equipment that can be used by oneself.
The dream of being rich is shattered!
He looked at the candy man in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth fiercely. As for why Gui Yin couldn't bring it out, it was the ghost stall owner who could bring out the candy man.
Simple, this thing belongs to the category of attack, curse, and negative BUFF, and it is of no benefit to him, so I just let him bring out the copy.
"I won't give it to the good ones, but only give it to the bad ones, right?" He muttered to himself, calling Sugar Man, and opened the door to re-enter, the third copy that is permanently open.
When the dizziness and weightlessness disappeared, He Sheng stood in front of the stall intact.
“Crack, click, click, click.”
Chew it in two mouths and swallow it into your belly.
Then, he said to the stunned ghost stall owner.
“It tastes good, let’s have another one.”
“.”
What the hell are you?
Its sugar man has never made any mistakes for more than ten years.
As a result, today, when faced with a seemingly ordinary human being, he was completely stunned. There are countless candy people who are actually chewed alive.
What makes the ghost even more depressed is that after chewing the human being, nothing will happen.
Grandma’s, my twenty taels of ghost silver!
It's a ghost, yes.
The power of Sugar Man can be said to be inexplicable, and that’s right.
But even ghosts have to abide by basic rules.
Ghost silver is not conjured out of thin air, it is earned through a little hard work. When there is not enough silver to buy a person's life, even if it really wants to take advantage of it, it can't!
If you don’t have money, you are just bragging.
Twenty taels of ghost silver is not his entire net worth. But the remaining ghost silver was not enough for him to show off at the stall again. His attitude was arrogant, and he looked like a man who couldn't get enough of his sweets.
Pockets are tight, pockets are tight.
"Speak!"
Dear me, the real world has tricked me, so I can't cause trouble for you, old boy. Can't I strike hard in the dungeon world?
He shouted loudly, causing hundreds of ghosts around him to move.
[Storage Column: Ghost Silver*40 Liang. 】
Huh?
Okay, the hanging flower door is really smart.
Leave the dungeon and the twenty taels obtained from the ghost stall owner will not be displayed. Return to the dungeon world, and the twenty taels of ghost silver of the white female ticket will be displayed again.
"What are you doing? You want to eat me! Do you see what this is? Silver! I'm here to spend money, what do you think." He Sheng took out the ghost from the dungeon world from the storage column. The stall owner gave me twenty taels of ghost silver not long ago.
“.”
The ghosts are silent, is it great to be rich?
Being rich is indeed a big deal, especially in a ghost market.
The God of the Five Internal Organs clearly said that those holding ghost silver should not move, otherwise the ghost body will be scattered. They are now finally enlightened and no longer confused all day long. Although they cannot escape from the ghost alley, it is better than having their ghost bodies broken up. Even if the ghost cannot be killed, if it condenses again, it will lose its intelligence.
The ghost stall owner extended his hand and held out the scissors, and pointed behind him.
“One dollar.”
“???”
The person involved turned around with scissors in hand and saw a round dustpan leaning against the wall behind him.
“Cut a penny?”
The ghost stall owner didn’t say anything, just nodded.
"What if I don't cut it?"
After the words fell, Baigui stepped forward.
have to!
Got it.
If you don’t give money, he will naturally break the rules first, and Baigui will have no inhibitions and deal with him to death.
"Okay."
Today, I don't plan to make a scene, but I want to visit the ghost market to see if there is anything I can buy. For now, I'll give you a break.
"Click!"
A corner of Guiyin was cut off, no more and no less.
When a piece of ghost silver falls into the dustpan, an ominous aura surrounds you immediately, like a mark. Seeing this, the hundreds of ghosts dispersed and started the cycle of customers and stall owners again.
What do you mean, it costs a penny to enter the house, so the God of Five Internal Organs might as well change his name to the Demon of Greed.
In addition, the scissors in your hand must be a special prop. He Sheng tried to break Gui Yin, but with his terrifying strength, he couldn't break it. It has been proved from the side that ghost silver is really extraordinary and not an ordinary silver coin.
It is the ghost silver that is so hard and breathtaking, but it can be cut easily with a pair of inconspicuous scissors. If only I could take it out.
I can’t think about it, I can’t think about it.
Without special permission from the Weeping Flower Gate reward, you cannot take away even a single hair from the copy.
Then he started wandering around.
The ghost market is not as scary as imagined.
Before visiting, all the ghosts were at the level of ghost stall owners.
After walking around, most of the ghosts are just fake.
After careful observation, there are only three ghost stall owners. It’s difficult to describe the remaining stall owners and the items on their stalls in detail.
For example, a stall sells fried fish. Its pot, oil, and fish are really just ordinary things, nothing strange at all.
Speaking of which, it was all thanks to the cold aura lingering around him.
Of the three places, the ghost stall owner’s stall can only be ranked second in terms of the ominous atmosphere. The third is a literati, or painter. He had pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but he didn't go up to talk to her.
First?
A salesman in a ghost alley carries a pole on his shoulders, with a large cargo box on each end. The ominous aura emanating from its cargo box is three times stronger than the ghost stall owner's candy figures and the painter's pen, ink, paper and inkstone combined.
"Sir, would you like to buy something?"
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Do you think I'm stupid?
"Don't worry, be objective. Unlike craftsmen and painters, I will not buy or sell by force. If you don't say anything, I will put down the box and let you take a look first?"
After saying that, the salesman put down the pole on his shoulder.
"Bang!" X2.
"Click——"
The salesman opened the box and found a dazzling array of things inside.
Of course, they are not ordinary commodities, but some heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and some strange things.
"Objective, let's take a look at it? Hehe, you are very cautious. Come on, let me introduce it to you." After the words fell, the salesman picked up a dry, rolled-up object.
“This is a good thing, mortgaged by a Painted Skin Ghost. The mortgage period is fifty years, and now more than a hundred years have passed. It must have been broken up by someone, and after losing its intelligence, it was restored again. I’m wandering around that small town in a daze.”
After saying that, he slapped his forehead.
"Look at me, I am too old, sometimes I like to reminisce. As long as you put on the skin of Painted Skin Ghost, you can resist death once!"
"??? ”
He Sheng’s eyes widened when he heard this.
Good guy, an inconspicuous painting can actually save someone's life.
He just opened his mouth to ask about the price, but then he remembered the weird tricks of ghosts and the five internal organs gods who regard wealth as life, so he immediately closed it tightly. Then, he stretched out his right hand and rubbed his thumb with his index and middle fingers.
“Hahahahahaha~~~~~~”
The salesman laughed out loud when he saw this.
How cautious!
“Not expensive, no price, fifty taels.”
Hearing this, the man named He turned around and left.
Are you kidding? Fifty taels is not expensive?
If what you want to say is not ghost silver, but ordinary silver taels, the price is five million taels, and I will not change my expression. The problem is, if you think about it with your toes, the fifty taels that the salesman talks about are definitely not silver that people can use.
Look at the ghost stall owner, that’s not right. It should be called a craftsman. Why didn't it play the second candy man just now? He Sheng didn't need to think about it. He was like Ming Jing in his mind. The craftsman couldn't afford the 20 taels of ghost silver, so he couldn't make a fool of himself.
Think about it, the craftsmen who guard the ghost alleys and deceive people must have extremely high incomes. Of course, the God of the Five Internal Organs will definitely exploit Yiyi Diandian. However, after years and months, I couldn't even come up with forty taels of ghost silver.
The price is fifty taels, you old guy really dare to speak.
Of course, the bigger reason is that we can’t afford it! !
Pockets are tight, pockets are tight.
Presumably, the craftsman just now was in the same mood as he was at this moment.
The salesman looked at the man who turned away without hesitation and sighed helplessly.
"People nowadays are really smart."
After he finished speaking, he was about to pick up the cargo box again. Another unopened box was suddenly opened. A vivid, palm-sized little man is struggling to turn outwards.
"Oh! You're not good again, go back." The salesman flicked his right hand hard, and after a crisp sound of his brain cracking, the villain fell back into the box.
With a plop, there were faint whines and inaudible swear words coming from the box.
“Ding dong ding rang~~~”
The salesman holds a drum and shakes it, accompanied by the sound of the drum and the sound of selling.
“Come here to sell groceries~~~”
The sound of drums and cries gradually faded away from the ghosts.
The ghosts around looked at He Sheng with pity on their faces.
Why are you so confused?
The craftsman also had a look of regret on his face. If only you were a little careless.
“Alas~~~”
It shook its head and continued to boil sugar water.
Painter?
It thinks someone is an interesting person, arrogant and cowardly.
"Tap tap tap"
The sound of footsteps came, and the craftsman looked happy and came to work.
Looking up, his expression suddenly froze.
(End of this chapter)