I live forever in the realm of comprehension

Chapter 137 Black Market
"Okay, if there is a next time, I will definitely continue to come here to trade with fellow daoists."

While speaking, He Song had already made up his mind.

From now on, I will definitely never step into Wanhua Fairy Workshop again.

This party would rather give up the profit of 100 yuan of Lingshi, but also let He Song accept his affection, so that He Song can continue to come to this transaction.

And, no idea of ​​asking for kickbacks yet.

This is so anomalous.

To know.

When He Song sold Lingmi for the first time in Lingtu Xianfang, the management of the Lingyao Pavilion there was just talking and joking and was about to give away kickbacks.

But here, Fanghe in front of him doesn't even want a kickback.

Such an abnormal event made He Song instantly vigilant.

However, He Song's vigilance did not appear on the surface, he remained calm on the surface, but in his heart he had already designated this place as a restricted area.

after today.

This Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy, He Song will definitely not come again.

At the same time, he had to be vigilant in front of him.

After a while after selling the stolen goods by yourself, you must be cautious and cautious, and you can't capsize the boat in the gutter.

After selling the stolen goods, you must leave immediately.

With such thoughts in mind, He Song looked at Fang He, but his gaze was still calm.

As if he didn't notice it, he didn't seem to have the slightest defense.

Seeing that He Song agreed, Fang He also showed a smile on his face.

The next transaction was very pleasant for both parties.

He Song successfully obtained 1 yuan of spiritual stones, and enriched his small treasury.

And Fang He also put the 11 catties of Lingmi sent by He Song into the warehouse of the Lingyao Pavilion.

After sending He Song out of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion in person.

The smile on Fang He's face gradually disappeared.

Seeing He Song's receding figure, Fang He's eyes flashed away.

"The 11 jin of Lingmi is not from the Jianji family. Where does this person come from?"

All kinds of events after He Song entered the Lingyao Pavilion flashed in his mind, and Fang He secretly guessed.

But until the end, no conclusions were drawn.

"1 yuan of spirit stones."

finally.

Fang He sighed and disappeared into the darkness, his voice gradually disappeared, and he was no longer seen in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion.

1 yuan Lingshi.

It was enough to make a monk in the late stage of Qi training take risks.

Leaving the Spirit Medicine Pavilion.

He Song's face was calm, but he kept secretly watching behind him, wanting to see if anyone would follow.

However, after observing for a while, He Song didn't find anything.

See here.

He Song breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that in this fairy workshop, I don't need to worry about anything.

That's fine too.

You can still sell the stolen goods yourself.

After the sale of stolen goods is over, go to the inn and leave here like the last time in Lingtu Xianfang.

Following the map in his memory, He Song soon came to the stall area of ​​Wanhua Xianfang.

On him, there are now three low-quality storage bags and a small cargo storage bag.

Plus four low-grade instruments, some pills, and other odds and ends.

The stall area happens to be a place to sell stolen goods.

There are mixed fish and dragons here, and there are everyone.

Not to mention just these things, even if He Song got all the wealth of a monk in the late stage of Qi training, he could sell it quickly.

Walk for a while in the stall area.

He Song soon saw some stalls with black cloth as the bottom floor.

He has been in Zhushan Xianfang for many years.

He naturally understood that this kind of stall with black cloth as a pad was a stall for buying all kinds of stolen goods.

Since the mat is usually made of black cloth, its name is also called the black market.

He is often active in buying and selling all kinds of stolen goods in the major fairy workshops or fairy cities.

Those who run this kind of stalls are basically monks who have backers behind them. They will not ask how your goods come from, and they will not make you worry about whether there will be any risks in selling them.

In this line of work, there are naturally rules in this line of work.

Of course.

They can do this because it is profitable, and it is still a huge profit.

The purchase price here is much lower than the normal Artifact Pavilion.

A low-grade magic weapon, if it is in a normal magic weapon pavilion, will basically cost around 100 yuan of spirit stones.

But if it is sold here, it will only cost about 60 yuan of spirit stones.

40.00% spread.

Such huge profits make this kind of stalls exist in every Xianfang.

Even in the fairy city, there are places like this.

However, those who do this business in Xiancheng basically rent shops instead of booths.

Get close to one of these stalls.

He Song calmly took out two inferior storage bags, and put them away after only shaking them in front of the stall owner.

See this situation.

The stall owner's eyes lit up immediately.

He didn't shy away from anything, so he closed the stall and left.

Seeing this, He Song smiled and followed immediately.

Naturally, it is impossible to deal openly in the stall area when selling stolen goods.

Outside the stall area.

In a small teahouse.

When He Song came here with him, the stall owner was already sitting in the corner of the small teahouse.

Seeing He Song coming, the stall owner quickly waved to He Song.

After observing around for a while, He Song found that this place is in a busy market, so he didn't have to worry about being ambushed, so he entered the small tea house and sat down in front of the stall owner.

Sitting at a table, neither party speaks.

The stall owner looked at He Song.

With a wave of his hand, He Song put the three inferior goods storage bags and one small cargo storage bag on the table.

Then, he put the four low-grade instruments on his body, as well as some pills, bits and pieces, etc., on the table as well.

Three low-quality storage bags, one of which was obtained by Wei Fan after beheading Chen Zhou and touching the corpse, and then gave it to He Song. He Song used it until he joined the Houtu Sect before replacing it.

The other two low-quality storage bags, one of which was obtained from an unknown corpse in the valley near Zhushan Xianfang.

The second is obtained by beheading Chen Zhong.

And that small cargo storage bag was bought by He Song in Zhushan Xianfang, now that the Lingmi has been sold, it is naturally useless.

As for the four low-grade artifacts, the pieces of pills, etc., they were naturally obtained from the unknown corpse and the beheading of Chen Zhong.

Both of them are loose cultivators, and they are both in the middle stage of Qi training. They each have two low-grade magic weapons for attack and defense.

Now, they are dead.

The things naturally came into He Song's hands.

When He Song laid out all the things he needed to sell, and motioned for the stall owner to check.

The face of the stall owner has changed from the excitement and anticipation at the beginning to the serious expression on his face now.

No way, what He Song took out.

For a mid-qi training monk like him, it was still too much.

This kind of behavior of taking out four storage bags and four low-grade magic weapons at random is rare even in the black market.

What's more, He Song added a black robe on his body, so that he didn't reveal his breath.

It's hard not to let him think of something like this.

Could it be that the person in front of him is an evil cultivator?
(End of this chapter)