trick revival

Chapter 23 Fatty
The nights in Huacheng are always a little restless and ambiguous.

At this time, young people are enjoying the nightlife that only belongs to this group, with disturbing music and wanton laughter. In their view, this is their peace.

In the box of the nightclub, Zuo Dao sat on the sofa wearing an inconspicuous sportswear, a hat, and a mask.

Not long after, a manager came in with several young women.

Zuo Dao reached out to stop:

"I don't need these, the fat man asked me to come, at ten o'clock in the evening."

Hearing this, the manager's eyes flashed, and he looked at the man whose features were hidden all over with a little vigilance.

"Please wait."

After speaking, he greeted all the girls and left together.

This is a nightclub in Huacheng. In fact, there are some unknown "shows" every week, and the Zuo Dao also came here accordingly.

Soon, there was a knock on the door of the box, and a fat man with a wide body and a fat body walked in.

"I'm looking forward to you, your loyal fat man hasn't seen you for so long, and he lost two catties of fat!" The fat man closed the door, his voice was sonorous, and he said loudly, showing his true feelings.

He flaunted his embrace, but he wasn't so abrupt as to actually hug her.

Zuo Dao also stood up, "as usual" introverted response.

He, of course, "knows" this fat man.

The former owner obtained the relevant mysterious knowledge before he came into contact with Cheng Quan, or some leftover knowledge and some materials, all of which were obtained here. Zuo Dao recalled the previous owner's expenses along the way, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the former owner was that big green leek
Fatty's surname is Zhang, but few people know his full name. His clients call him Fatty, while others generally call him Fatty.

A businessman wandering in the gray industry.

Fatty rubbed his hands excitedly, he looked at Zuo calmly and said:

"A play or shall we go and see directly?"

"Go straight," Zuo Dao said without thinking, and when he stood up side by side, Zuo Dao suddenly said again:

"Fatty, don't mess with those useless "biographies" this time, let's get something hard."

Zuodao deliberately emphasizes the articulation of words in the "biography".

The smiling fat man was taken aback for a moment, he glanced left and right, and said hello:
"Brother Zuo, don't think too much. Didn't the previous ones look at you just getting in touch? I just thought about finding some basics for you to understand first. Did someone lead you in?"

The fat man made fun of it first. After all, can he recognize things like leeks?

At the same time, with a little vigilance, he suddenly asked Zuo Dao, staring at Zuo Dao from the corner of his eyes:

"Brother didn't know Tiaozi?"

How can such an old world like Zuodao be tested by the other party's words? He waved his hand and said nonchalantly:
"It's "entering the door", don't worry, if it's a note, I will come to you, fat man?"

Fatty didn't know the truth or falsehood, but his smile was still in full bloom:

"Alright, let me show you the new world today!"

Along the way, the fat man led Zuo Dao to a remote room in the corner of the nightclub. After entering, he saw his body slapping around against the wall. After a while, a secret door opened.

"Come on, follow me."

The passage inside the secret door was not long. The two of them didn't walk for long before they saw an iron door with a small long table next to it, with many masks randomly placed on it.

"Brother, pick one." The fat man said, picking up a faceless mask and putting it on.

Zuodao took a look, put away the mask, and chose a clown mask.

"The process here will be a little different. In the past, I was the fat man who brought some goods, relatively basic things, but here are some people who want to sell various things, or seek some things together. Everyone trusts me, the fat man. trading floor.

The fat man said in a low voice, implying that here, don't worry about the safety and reliability, he just cares about it.

Zuo Dao nodded and didn't say much. He also wanted to see the daily life of these "outlaw lunatics".

Push the door open, and inside is a dark field that occupies an area about the size of an exhibition hall.

It's hard to imagine that such a place can be vacated in such a nightclub.

At that time, the designer was afraid that he had spent a lot of time on the space layout, so he thought so.

In the arena, there were more than 40 simple tables and stools, keeping a certain distance from each other. The point when the two came in was just after ten o'clock in the evening. At this time, more than [-] people had already arrived in place in advance.

They all wore masks. Although they didn't exaggerate to the point of everyone's cloak and veil, everyone tried their best to make themselves appear to have no memory.

The arrival of Zuodao and Zuo Dao attracted some people to inquire for a while, but soon they all looked away.

No one spoke in the arena, so that there was an eerie silence.

The fat man walked to the middle at this time, and he patted his palm:
"First of all, you reliable fat guys welcome everyone. There are new customers and old customers here. There are not too many rules at the fair. As long as you don't steal or grab, you can do whatever you want. Those who don't want to chat have a sketchpad on the table , you can write your needs in it, and I won’t introduce much else, this fair has a large number of people, so you can start first.”

Fatty's words, except for the heretics and a few people who just arrived to listen, some people closed their eyes and meditated in the positions they had chosen. These people were obviously familiar with the situation, while some picked up the sketchpad and started writing. Content, and some leave their seats to check the content where the content has already been written.

"Detailed discussion on the price of the sling with the power of curse"

"Looking for clues to effective spells"

"Paid to learn about places with strong resentment, the scope does not exceed Huacheng. 』

『The Burial Spirit Flower can be sold in cash or equivalent materials. 』

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Zuodao strolled around the venue and looked at the houses, and found that the seller basically did not bring out the real goods. Those who had reached an agreement wrote to each other and confirmed the content, and then walked out of the venue under the guidance of the fat man. It should be to confirm the goods and information.

"I have a headache. I don't know the mysterious knowledge of this world. I don't even know what they are selling. It's okay if I can see the real thing, but it's hard to describe it in words." Zuo Dao watched silently, sighed in his heart, and asked for knowledge. The regret of desire is often the most difficult for people like him.

At this moment, the content on a table he was walking towards caught his attention, and Zuo Dao's eyes moved slightly.

"Out, spiritual material, spell bomb. 』

Zuodao stood in front of the table, picked up the extra sketchpad on the table and wrote under the gaze of the table owner.

"Spiritual materials, spell bombs, what are they like, what do you need?" 』

"Money can be inspected, cash or anonymous transfer. 』

Seeing this, Zuodao nodded. He followed the example of other people in the field and greeted Fatty, who trotted over.

"I'll guide you." The fat man glanced at the contents of the two's sketchpad and said.

The fat man led Zuo Dao and the others to a dark room less than six square meters, then retreated and continued to work.

It can also be found from this heresy that this fat man is also working hard, and perhaps this flat trading model can gradually win so many "outlaw lunatics" to gather here. After all, the less people involved in this kind of thing, the better. Rather than lively cards, the bigger the better.

In the dark room, the owner of the table selling things remained silent, and he took out his goods from the pouch on his waist.

A piece of pure white paper the size of a diary, and a bullet. The bullet has some inconspicuous post-processing, as if its number has been removed. After placing it out, he took a sketchpad and wrote.

"Spiritual materials, 20 Huayu coins, bullets, [-]. 』

Zuodao looked at the price, fell silent, and wrote:

"Expensive"

(End of this chapter)