Silence Valkyrie

Chapter 81 Has the potential to be a profiteer

At this time, they were passing through an intersection.

At the corner of the intersection, there is a small stall that Linger mentioned.

The stall owner was a thin man with a wretched face. He spread out a piece of animal skin on the ground, and placed some miscellaneous things on it.

"Two senior sisters, shall we go and have a look?"

Zhang Shan pointed to the stall and suggested.

"Alright, anyway, I bought what I should buy, and it's nothing to worry about. Just take a look, but don't expect to find any treasures."

Fang Yiru smiled, followed Zhang Shan to the small stall.

There are some materials of monsters produced in the surrounding areas of Mitian Linhai, and some are strangely shaped things that look like garbage.

The stall owner seemed to be a wandering martial artist with no family or sect, but he looked like a beggar at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, no wonder there were a lot of people here, but no one was interested in stopping to take a look.

And what Linger told Zhang Shan to buy was a mask made of rough handwork and unrecognizable materials.

"This thing looks like a child's toy, Linger, are you sure it's a treasure?"

Zhang Shan glanced at the mask inadvertently, and asked about Ling'er in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"This mask is very extraordinary. It has a name called Thousand Changes. After wearing it, it can change the faces of thousands of people of various colors. It is the only magic weapon for changing faces."

Ling'er explained to Zhang Shan in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Is it really so magical? But it looks like a rag, and wearing it can really change your appearance. I think it's good to scare people at night."

While communicating with Linger, Zhang Shan flipped through the goods on the stall, and then picked up the mask casually.

"You can't be wrong, this mask is a thousand changes, it is the playful creation of the ancient tool maker Ye Ji, but it was later in the hands of a famous killer, with this mask, he can change in ever-changing ways, killing people and escaping is always beneficial. "

"The reason why it looks like a broken and clumsy toy is because it has not been activated. It is estimated that no one understands some ancient runes now."

Listening to Linger's story, Zhang Shan was very moved, and he was sure that Linger must know how to activate the mask.

"What is this thing? What material is it made of?"

Although Zhang Shan wanted to buy it, he didn't want to show that he recognized the item, so that the stall owner would become suspicious.

"I don't know either. It's my family heirloom. It should have a lot of background. I've studied it for many years but I don't know what it's useful for. Now that money is tight, I just took it out and sold it."

When the stall owner saw Zhang Shan asking about it, he lifted his spirits and introduced it.

"Junior brother, don't believe his nonsense. I think it's just an ordinary children's toy. These stall operators will talk nonsense, and they can even say that sand is gold."

Ling Yuwei took the mask from Zhang Shan's hand, looked at it over and over again, swept her consciousness, and input her true energy, but there was no response, so she curled her lips and said.

The stall owner was anxious: "This is really a treasure handed down from my family, but the method of use has been lost. Although I don't know what it is made of, it is definitely an extraordinary thing."

"Forget it, don't be fooled, I see, you also picked up these things somewhere, and you won't accept them when you bring them to the store. You set up a stall yourself and want to get taken advantage of."

Zhang Shan glanced at him thoughtfully, then suddenly laughed.

As if he was right, the stall owner's eyes flickered, and he quickly denied it.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense with you, tell me, how do you sell this thing?" Zhang Shan asked casually.

The stall owner saw that he seemed to want to buy, his eyes lit up, he hesitated for a moment, and raised two fingers.

Looking at his expression and movements, Zhang Shan suddenly remembered that when he had nothing to do in his previous life, he went to the antique market to wander around. Those swindlers who sell fake goods like to make this gesture when others ask the price.

Originally, he only wanted to sell it for ten yuan, but he gave it to you. If you say that 100 yuan is too expensive, right?He will tell you that the price is one thousand.

Zhang Shan was in a daze for a moment, feeling a deep sense of sight.

Quickly regaining consciousness, Zhang Shan grimaced and said, "What? Two low-grade spirit stones? Why don't you grab them?"

The wretched male stall owner was stunned for a moment. He held up two fingers. In fact, he wanted to observe the reaction of the customers, and then said that it was 20 Yuan Lingshi.

But the person in front of him thought he was asking for two spirit stones, and returned the fire. He opened his mouth and swallowed the number twenty.

"Just one piece, will you sell it?" Zhang Shan snorted.

"One piece is a bit low, isn't it? I have a family heirloom... Two pieces are already the price of vomiting blood."

The stall owner shook his head and was about to brag about it with his perfect tongue.

It's just that Zhang Shan didn't give him a chance to show off at all, he dropped his mask, stood up and was about to leave.

"Hey, brother, don't leave, let's discuss it again... Well, one piece is one piece, and I will suffer a little bit, so I can make friends."

Only then did Zhang Shan turn around, snorted, put the mask into the Sumeru ring, and threw him a low-grade spirit stone.

The wretched man put away the Lingshi with a smile on his face, and then introduced other rags graciously. It seemed that he really took Zhang Shan for a fool.

At this time, Zhang Shan was secretly happy. He bought this Thousand Changes Mask with a low-grade spirit stone, but he made a lot of money.

Not in the mood to talk nonsense with the wretched man at the moment, he greeted the two women and left the stall.

The stall owner cheated him out of the truth. It seems that he is really a profiteer who deceives novices. This mask, which he boasted as a family heirloom, should have been stolen or tricked from nowhere.

Otherwise, it is really a family heirloom, and it is absolutely impossible to sell a low-grade spirit stone.

But this time the wretched man was wrong. This is indeed a treasure handed down from generation to generation. Unfortunately, he doesn't know the goods, and treats it as rubbish to deceive people, and he thinks he has deceived Zhang Shan, a sheep.

"Junior Brother Zhang, is there anything special about that mask?"

After walking a certain distance, Fang Yiru asked curiously, she really didn't see anything special about the mask.

"The material of this mask is very strange. It is neither gold nor wood. I think it should be a treasure, or it may be damaged or not activated. Therefore, I want to buy it and study it. It is not expensive anyway."

Regarding the stele spirit, Zhang Shan couldn't tell the whole story, so he had to say vaguely.

"That's true, but I didn't expect that the younger brother is still a good bargainer, which made the stall owner stunned. I think he wanted to ask for a high price just now, and the younger brother doesn't seem to be an honest person."

Fang Yiru glanced at him lightly.

Ling Yuwei also nodded in agreement: "That profiteer wanted to trick the younger brother into paying a high price, but if he cheated the younger brother, he would show off his feet. Hee, if the younger brother becomes a profiteer, he may be able to deceive many people."

"Senior Sister Fang, you have wronged me. Knowing how to bargain and being an honest person are two different things, right? And Senior Sister Ling, I am shopping wisdom, and if I tell you, it becomes treacherous. You are slandering me."

Zhang Shan resolutely refused to admit it, just kidding, if the beautiful senior sister thinks that she has too many thoughts, it will be bad.

The two girls glanced at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Anyway, we don't care what you do to others, so don't play tricks on us in the future."

Fang Yiru warned him with a smile.

Zhang Shan slapped his chest and swore that he would never do it.

The three of them chatted and laughed all the way out of Lotte Town, and returned to the sect in Fang Yiru's little spirit boat.

(End of this chapter)