Chapter 1127 Meat Market
Habits become customs.
The custom here is that the trophies can be disposed of at will, and the surrounding residents discuss what scraps they can buy from the trophies. Human flesh, demon pills, demon cores, feathers, bones, teeth, and even old clothes.
Civilians everywhere have to live frugally, so they like to snap up old goods and exchange experiences with each other.
From this perspective, when civilians from different origins of the human race, demon race, and demon race talk to each other about their shopping and bargaining experiences, it is also a kind of racial integration. They do not feel at all that the "trophies" they eat and use are of their own kind, and even think that they are just objects that can breathe.
Hu Qing pondered for a moment, took Su Shan's arm, and followed the people carrying vegetable baskets to the vegetable market and... the meat market.
Just like the meat in Fairyland is divided into categories, the meat market here is also divided into categories, and the categories are even more divided - according to the appetite of customers.
First of all, there are three major categories: demon taste, monster taste, and human taste.
The market for meat with demon flavor is the largest, the meat with monster flavor is not far behind, and the meat with human flavor is not much smaller.
The meat market is semi-open. At a glance, you can see various pieces of meat and meat products with recognizable or unrecognizable shapes. They are hung up and it makes people stunned. There are many unprocessed ones that are hung directly to show the freshness of their products. He took off his clothes or took off his hair and scales, but he is still struggling...
There were many people coming and going, bargaining, and everyone's expressions were normal. It was as full of fireworks as any vegetable market Hu Qing had seen before.
She smiled numbly: "You must have the same feeling as me when pigs enter the meat market."
All kinds of scenes also had a huge impact on Su Shan. He followed Hu Qing's footsteps blankly.
Killing, the Dragon Clan doesn't take it seriously yet. With their willful nature and domineering attitude towards all living things, it is not uncommon for them to become extinct after being angered. But - the scene of a large number of living beings dying completely or being wiped out in an instant is different from the scene of a large number of living beings being fragmented... The shock brought about is different.
The former, no shock.
The latter - how could such a thing happen in the world?
He was just shocked.
Hu Qing's mood is much more complicated than that. As she said, she is not a human being, she is half Heaven. What Heaven would think of these things - He would not even take a look at it. Nature has created so many species, and time is infinite and space is boundless. These things that have a spiritual impact on people are just light and shadow in the eyes of nature. It makes no difference whether they can be seen or not.
What Heaven cares about are those things and individuals that can affect Him. That word is called: Destiny. Only if it is of sufficient weight can it be taken seriously by Heaven.
Apparently, the meat market is not.
Hu Qing is not the real way of heaven. She can understand the ways of heaven, but she is under the way of heaven. She cannot ignore it because her duty is to manage the fairy world and the devil world - her two devil worlds will become like this in the future. ?
She didn't want to.
So, what kind of demon world does she want?
Feeling the heaviness of her mood, Su Shan silently followed her as she moved around, shuttling between the meat stalls. The butcher greeted him warmly. Regardless of whether the boss was human, demon or demon, their enthusiasm for soliciting business was the same. Su Shan tried his best to show that he didn't want to buy meat, and tried not to look at the ground inside the meat stall. There are often piles of things there, and some of them are still squirming.
"Is this hell?" Finally unable to bear it, he murmured.
"What?"
After walking for a long time, Hu Qing seemed to have just heard these words and looked at Su Shan: "What did you just say?"
Su Shan's lips moved and he was about to speak when a voice came from beside him.
"Little lady, why are you here again? It's only been ten days. Will your meat grow back? We don't want bad meat. We can't sell it."
The two looked over and realized that they had walked out of the meat market and onto the street behind. There are few pedestrians on this street, but there are many shops, and most of them have words such as "Meat Collection" written on them.
Oh, yes, the meat is collected at the back and sold at the front. The bustling front indicates that the meat harvesting period has passed, so there are fewer people coming and going.
This is the meat seller - the little lady is not short, but she is thin. She speaks softly and softly: "Boss, this time I sell leg meat."
As he spoke, he stretched one leg forward.
His eyes fell on her trousers-wearing legs, looking critical.
Hu Qing frowned.
Su Shan whispered in her ear: "She is a demon."
Hu Qing felt even more depressed.
The boss was already disgusted and said: "Little lady, you are too thin and the meat does not taste good. This year, you have come to sell meat ten times, but your meat cannot keep up with the growth and it is no longer tasty. If it weren't for my kindness, Where do you sell it?”
Young lady: "Yes, yes, boss, you have a good heart, please help me again."
The boss looked troubled and looked inside. Over there was the meat selling end.
He said: "Bad meat is not good for my family's reputation. Little lady, everyone knows why you sell meat, and the neighbors have never seen it. It's better for your sweetheart to eat like this with the magic crystal you got from selling your own meat." Sell you once. You are beautiful, he will get more money, and you don’t have to sell meat every day, how nice.”
The young lady turned pale and shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, I won't separate from him."
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The boss swept up and down, put aside his good intentions, and said with disdain: "You favor that tribe, and the cold-heartedness passed down from our ancestors. Little lady, don't be greedy for good looks. Let you sell it, why not let him sell half a tail himself?" His meat is much higher than your market price. Hmm, if you want to keep him, it depends on whether he is willing. I'm just here to protect you. Don't pretend to be blind. You've never met a girl like you who sells meat to support him. I kindly remind you that I'm not the first to mention selling you. You guessed it? Who wants to sell you? If I sell you, I will at least find you a good place to live.”
The little lady's face was as white as a ghost, as if she was in disbelief and her heart was ashes, she covered her face and ran away whimpering.
"After seeing such a good show, why do guests go to pick some meat? My meat is the best here." The boss suddenly turned to the two of them and greeted them with a smile.
Hu Qing walked over, opened his mouth and asked, "Are there any dragons, demons, and the like?"
The boss paused and looked her up and down: "My wife is rich."
Hu Qing nodded: "A good demon elixir and demon core will also do."
Boss: "My wife is from the human race. But is she making alchemy?"
Hu Qing: "Refining weapons."
The boss’s eyes lit up: “Can you take on the repair job?”
Hu Qing's eyes also lit up: "Yes."
Seeing her being invited in, Su Shan was at a loss. Well, Qing Qing is really capable.
The workshop between the shop and the butcher stall is very large, filled with all kinds of tools, on the floor, on the walls, on the roof. There are so many strange things that even the faint of heart would not dare to enter.
Hu Qing casually grabbed a bunch of iron claws and pulled them to feel it: "It's old, but it can still be used for three to five hundred years. The material is good."
The boss was very happy: "It was handed down from our ancestors. Madam, help me take a look at this cauldron. I've found several groups of people, but they won't repair it for me."
A thick black cloth as big as a wall was torn open by him, revealing the thick round tripod at the back.
Hu Qing groaned, walked over and immediately bent down to look down: "Boss, your cauldron is broken and it's not easy to repair."