Chapter 23 It’s always me, the eighth master, who wipes the butt
The century-old money redeemer’s resentment subsided, and then he took his arm back to the ground.
Three hundred years of Taoism are not enough in front of a bloody mouth. Moreover, the ghost market restricts the money redemption ghosts everywhere, and it is difficult to show their strength.
The ghost market was able to exist for a long time in the Tang Dynasty, perhaps because of its weird and neutral rules.
Crack, click, click.
There was saliva dripping from his bloody mouth, and his tongue licked his lips.
All the ghosts remained motionless, with unbelievable fear in their eyes, realizing that Shen Lian was definitely a big demon in disguise.
How can they, a group of brats with decades of experience, compete.
After Xuepen Dakou saw that the ghost was no threat, he turned into black energy again and penetrated the bone blade, but his tongue reluctantly licked the blade.
It is not a nine-eared demon. Five hundred years of Taoism are not enough in the ghost market.
And...
Xuepen Dakou could vaguely feel that the crow who called himself Myna seemed to be near the ghost market and did not stay at home honestly.
"The harvest has been good, let's return to the pawn shop as soon as possible."
Shen Lian nodded secretly, the three martial arts have been digested enough, and the fist and palm skills discovered later were not within the scope of consideration. .
In fact, it is not that there are no other horizontal training and pile techniques, but the secret book itself is incomplete.
Whether it can be completed is unknown.
The failure to get recognition from the career panel was all in vain. Even if it was just one or two pages missing, Shen Lian was too lazy to delve into the missing content.
With this free time, it is better to take a nap.
"After figuring out the synthesis function, we will consider returning to the ghost market."
Shen Lian was not prepared to stay any longer. After scanning the surroundings with his peripheral vision, he deliberately avoided the sight of other warriors. Head towards the entrance and exit of the ghost market.
The money-redeeming ghosts could not help but heave a sigh of relief when they saw that the big demon showed signs of leaving.
Where is the original thought of eating him alive?
“Huh?”
Shen Lian accidentally glanced at the stall next to the door selling medicinal materials, and his greed was aroused again.
He couldn't help but ask: "What's the price?"
The stall owner shuddered.
Shen Lian leaned over, and the thin blood and blood caught the eyes of the money redeemer ghost.
The money redemption ghost looked in a trance.
Looking at the surface, Shen Lian doesn't look like a ghost at all, but the horror shown previously doesn't need to prove much.
Is it the big monster’s problem? No, it's obvious that their practice is too shallow.
The stall owner said cautiously: "How much do you...say?"
Shen Lian looked at the stall. The remaining medicinal materials were generally 20 or 30 years old, and the older medicinal materials had been bought as early as the market opened.
It is estimated that some of the raw materials for the big medicines in Yanliang Town Pharmacy come from the ghost market.
What Shen Lian values is not the medicinal materials, but the warrior experience contained in them.
“If you are in a hurry, just give me all ten taels of silver.”
Shen Lian quoted a low price, but the stall owner agreed without thinking.
For the money redemption ghost, unless the rules of the ghost market require a transaction, it doesn't matter even if it is given to Shen Lian for nothing.
Shen Lian picked up a medicinal plant.
The money redemption ghost dare not take back the resentment surrounding the medicinal materials. You can guess with your toes how the big demon would be interested in ordinary medicinal materials.
As expected, he quickly lost control of his resentment.
The ransom ghost couldn't help but groan, and watched helplessly as resentment surrounded Shen Lian, and then poured into the big demon's mouth and nose.
Shen Lian clicked his tongue, as if savoring the aroma of resentment.
“Not bad.”
Shen Lian nodded secretly. After confirming that the medicinal materials had no side effects, he stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them. A prompt appeared on his career panel.
[Thirteen years of taking bitter yellow grass, warrior experience +0.5%]
Shen Lian was very satisfied.
Although the experience of a single herb is average, the advantage lies in the quantity. Packing a total of twenty-three herbs for ten taels of silver can advance the progress of the warrior profession to 90%, and promotion is just around the corner.
“Let’s go.”
Shen Lian did not hesitate anymore and followed the doorway into the darkness. After leaving Lantian Street and returning to the depressing atmosphere of Nancheng District, the first thing I noticed was that there were many footsteps moving in the dark.
"Haha, just wait and see, right?"
Shen Lian sneered. No matter how cheap the items in the ghost market are, they still cost money. There is no pleasure in grabbing them directly.
He quietly walked into the alley, took off his raincoat and bamboo hat as he walked, and threw it into the ditch at the corner of the street. Then he took off the iron cloth shirt that he had kept on so that his muscles were no longer tense.
It will look thinner and try to eliminate traces of entering and leaving the ghost market.
Shen Lian shuttled skillfully through Nancheng District, and all the routes were marked in advance.
Although he doesn't know how to perform light kung fu, perfecting the wave-chasing pile can keep his energy flowing, and he can also take out a few medicinal herbs from time to time to replenish his physical strength.
It only takes a moment to successfully get rid of most eyeliners.
"How can I continue to deal with the situation? Let's try it with a few soft persimmons."
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Shen Lian's eyes. Since he started practicing martial arts, let alone killing people, he has never even killed anyone. There was not even a single fight.
"Takeno's killing technique, how can he punch powerfully without getting some blood?"
Shen Lian was not timid, and made sure that no warriors were following him. He purposely came to a cold, damp and remote street corner, accumulating all his strength without releasing it.
I grabbed the remaining herbs and stuffed them into my mouth.
[Warrior reaches 90.2%, martial arts points +1]
Shen Lian glanced at the career panel, and the points were already 11. When the warrior is promoted, he can still gain 11 points. I don’t know if it is enough. Not synthetic enough.
"Huhu..."
The sound of heavy breathing came.
There was a strong man on each side of the alley, both of them staring at Shen Lian with blushing faces.
"You are really good at running. Don't think that you are the only one who knows a few roads in Nancheng District..."
The two of them are from gangs in Nancheng District, but they have no foundation in skin refining and meat refining. The fight was extremely vain.
Think about it, there are only a few warriors in the gang, and they all hold high positions such as hall leaders, so they cannot do the dirty work of gangsters.
Shen Lian was too lazy to listen to them and kicked out a stone with his right foot.
"How many dishes, are you drunk?"
While one person raised his hand to resist, Shen Lian had already rushed towards the other person, and the green bricks on the ground were broken piece by piece by the force.
The man looked shocked and didn't understand why Shen Lian chose to fight one against two.
Shen Lian came within half a meter of the strong man. The iron cloth shirt made the muscles on his back bulge, which in turn gave a slight blessing to the strength of his arms.
The fist appeared on the strong man's forehead, and Shen Lian's eyes were cold.
There were drops of cold sweat.
"Building tide."
Shen Lian's index finger flicked on the cold sweat, and the energy accumulated by Zhulangjin poured into it, turning ordinary sweat into a murderous weapon.
Poof.
Sweat penetrated the strong man's head, and the brain matter splashed out for three to four meters.
The other strong man was so frightened that he saw Shen Lian's fist enlarging, and then his consciousness fell into eternal silence.
Bang.
The split head exploded like a watermelon.
Melon pulp is everywhere.
"That's it?"
Shen Lian waved his hands, his expression showing a little contentment.
At this moment.
A large number of prompts appear in the career panel.
[Blue and white porcelain vase successfully identified, nine-ear court experience +0.01%]
[The fine iron saber has been successfully identified, and the nine-eared worship experience +0.01%]
[The winter landscape painting has been successfully identified, and the nine-eared worship experience +0.01%]
……
Shen Lian's mouth twitched, and he realized through identifying the objects that Bago seemed to have sneaked into the ghost market and did something he didn't dare to do.
“The silly bird is so courageous.”
(End of this chapter)