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Chapter 100 Ailao Valley Ghost Market
In this ring competition, Wen Xiangyi's meridians were injured, his hand bones and ribs were broken, and his whole body was covered with wounds left by sword energy. To describe it in one word, it was horrific.

As she had expected, even with the elixir and Liquan treatment, she had to lie in bed for nearly half a month before she regained her strength.

During this period, Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai didn't go out much, so they consciously assumed the role of attendants, taking turns taking care of Wen Xiangyi and telling her what was happening outside.

Every time he saw their worried expressions, Wen Xiangyi had the illusion that he was not going to die soon, and wondered whether he should distribute his property to the two of them.

It is worth mentioning that Wen Xiangyi became famous because of that arena match. No, it should be said that Feng Badi became famous.

Various versions have been circulated outside, some are true, some are exaggerated, and some are fabricated, saying that she is actually a pressure boss.

Lu Tuo, who was competing with her, was also at the forefront because he died in a dark alley that day.

It is said that he was killed by his enemies. He may have been afraid of his cultivation before, but now he has lost half of his life and is being slaughtered like fish on the chopping board.

After Wen Xiangyi was almost recovered, the three of them set off to the black market in Yunshuijian.

The black market, also known as the ghost market, is located in the northernmost area of ​​Yunshuijian, a place called Ailao Valley. During the day, few monks usually go there, but at night it becomes bustling with people of all kinds.

People who enter the ghost market usually prepare enough money to hunt for goods. Of course, money is only part of it, and ruthless vision and opportunity are the most important.

If you have these two things, you are very likely to get amazing harvests and find real treasures from ordinary objects.

The entrance to Ailao Valley is very narrow, and there is white mist everywhere. In the white mist stands a tall stone tablet, and the words on it can no longer be seen clearly.

There is a pole erected on the side of the stone monument, with two green lanterns hanging on it, emitting a faint light, and a long white silk ribbon on the side. The atmosphere is gloomy and looks particularly strange.

Tonight is the opening day of the ghost market. People are coming and going at the narrow entrance. Most of them are wearing masks and veils to hide their true appearance, or they are wearing a black robe to wrap themselves tightly.

The reason for dressing up like this is because I am afraid of exposing my identity and causing unnecessary disputes.

And it is said that the backstage of the ghost market is the Liuxian Palace, so no one dares to cause trouble here.

If the trouble is discovered, at least they will be thrown out of Liuxian City, and at worst, their lives will not be saved.

Wen Xiangyi and the others had inquired in advance before coming to Ailao Valley, so they had already changed their clothes when they approached the place.

Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai changed into black clothes and wore masks, while Wen Xiangyi wore a curtain hat that covered the whole body, wrapped the Eternal Life Sword in white cloth and carried it behind his back.

Wen Xiangyi looked at the entrance filled with thick fog and was particularly excited. The black market was often mentioned in the novels he read before, saying that there were all kinds of great opportunities in it.

For example, some protagonists with mediocre qualifications obtained good treasures in the black market and skyrocketed from there. Now it is her turn to take a look around in person.

Ling Lan and Jiang Shaobai had never been to the black market, so they were a little curious for a moment. The three of them looked at each other, nodded, and walked in.

After passing through the long entrance, the scene in front of him did not suddenly become clear, but it also surprised Wen Xiangyi.There is still mist here, and the monks in black and white clothes walk in the mist, like seducers in the underworld, lifeless.

The lighting used here is not the fluorite or polar night beads that are common in the world of immortality, but a very retro lantern.

Those lanterns looked like they were old. The outer skin was slightly yellow, and the hanging tassels were as dry as hair. I didn’t know what they were made of.

They disappeared in the thick fog, giving each of the extremely simple stalls an eerie atmosphere.

Why it is called simple, because most of the stall owners just spread a layer of black cloth on the ground and randomly picked up a few rough stones to anchor the four corners, which is very different from the serious stalls in the city.

There are all kinds of strange objects placed on the black cloth, including human skulls and eyeballs soaked in jars.

There seems to be an invisible rule in the black market. Every stall owner will not take the initiative to solicit customers. They sit quietly in their stalls, lowering their heads, as silently as if they want to remove themselves from the air. erase.

Even if there are guests, they will keep their voices very low during the conversation, trying to reduce their presence as much as possible.

The transaction process is also invisible. The stall owner will immediately put away the money, and the monk who purchased the thing will not linger any longer and leave immediately.

This process is like ghosts doing transactions, so this ghost market is worthy of its name.

After the three of them set foot in the ghost market, they did not walk side by side as before. Instead, they deliberately staggered to reduce their presence as much as possible.

The main purpose of their visit this time was to help Jiang Shaobai find the Thunder Spirit Flower to repair his spiritual roots. Perhaps because of their good luck, not long after they left, they saw a stall with many spiritual plants placed on it. Among them was a Thunder Spirit Flower.

"Go over and have a look." Jiang Shaobai noticed Lei Linghua at first sight. He glanced at the two of them without any trace, holding on to his mask and keeping his voice low.

Wen Xiangyi and Ling Lan nodded, but to be on the safe side they did not go straight to that stall. Instead, they looked at a few more stalls and pretended to walk there casually.

The stall owner was wearing a black cloak, and the wide hood covered most of his face, leaving only a pale chin exposed.

Noticing the three people approaching, the stall owner stretched out his hand to support the brim of his hat, buried his head a little deeper, and whispered, "What do you need?"

His hands were pale and tight, but his voice was old and hoarse like a saw falling on a stone. It was not the original tone at first glance. It was probably because the original voice was more distinctive and he was afraid of revealing his identity, so he took the voice-changing pill in advance.

They had just walked all the way, and many stall owners were like this.

Jiang Shaobai did not directly say that he wanted Lei Linghua, because no matter where he was, as long as he consumed it with purpose, he would most likely be treated as a fat sheep by the other party.

If he directly said that he needed Thunder Spirit Flower, the stall owner would most likely raise the price and give him a lot of money.

And just before they came over, they saw several monks who stopped for a long time but left without buying anything, probably because they couldn't agree on the price.

(End of this chapter)