Whether it's people selling goods or buying goods, the face looks like covered with a thin gray mist, making people unable to see clearly.
If I have something on my mind,
This is the protection that the Underworld offers to both sellers and buyers.
The black goods that kill people and rob goods can't be seen in the light. Who buys and sells them, not known to people, is the best.
One step past the end of the narrow street, the view seems to distort as if a telephoto lens has been used.
Surrounded by a gray mist, blurry and hazy, there is a road intersection about ten meters to the side.
The narrow streets in the Underworld are far more than one, resembling a spider web that is interconnected in all directions. I have only been here a few times, and each time I only walked along one of them.
The outer edge is an arched circle, and the conversation in the middle vendor area is very quiet.
After walking straight ahead, I entered a path between two cement platforms. The people in front of me and behind me were still hazy, but the objects on the platform were very clear.
A pair of old, even slightly damaged embroidered shoes were placed on the left.
However, a drum was placed on the right side.
When I saw the drum, my pupils constricted for a moment.
The brass surface of the drum was covered with patchy green rust, and there were black-brown blood stains on the rust.
Drum of the watchman...
The bloodstain was faintly white.
In general, the watchman beats the drum, which can make the opponent bleed and cough blood, but the opponent rarely manages to spit blood on the watchman's drum.
It could be that the watchman was killed, and his blood stained the drum.
Or it could be that the watchman overused a magical technique, leading to a backlash!
Now this drum is placed on the table, regardless of which of the two cases it is, it means that the watchman is either dead or disabled. Otherwise, how could he hand over the drum to others?
"How to sell?" I sounded calm.
The person behind the cement platform had a large silhouette, but replied in a soft voice, "Two yellow croakers."
I furrowed my brow and didn't say anything.
The yellow fish, in fact, is a gold bar.
A single yellow fish, that is, a gold bar, typically weighs one jin (about half a pound), and at the current market price, it's worth four hundred thousand!
Even if Lao Qin's money left behind didn't go to Tang Quan, I still wouldn't have enough.
However, Tang Quan has a lot of gold there, and it would be more than enough to buy the update drum.
But I don't have time to go back and get the money, and it's also not certain that this drum will still be here by then.
"Brother, this bronze drum has been passed down through three generations of watchmen and is extremely malevolent. With a single strike, it can subdue the Yellow Page Ghost and handle vengeful ghosts without a problem. If your strength is enough, you won't be corroded by blood vengeful ghosts even if you face them. As long as you know what you're looking at, two Yellow Croakers are a good deal for you." The voice of the wide figure became even more refined.
"Let me check it out later," I replied with a light sigh.
I really want this drum.
I lost my bronze drum in the Huang Si before, and as a result, I'm missing a very crucial method.
However, I'm really short on cash. Selling the yin plaque might be enough.
Glancing to the side, and then casting another glance at the old embroidered shoes, the figure at the back of the stand was slender and tall.
"Shoes left by ghosts who died by hanging themselves, if the tip is facing in, they can attract hanging ghosts."
The voice was that of a woman, but it was as gruff as that of a man.
I shook my head to indicate that I wasn't interested.
Glancing over again, it was all because the first time a headless woman was brought in, it was the embroidered shoe.
Continuing to walk further, the items on the cement platform were not necessarily jade-like or precious, but they did broaden my horizons.
What interested me were a twenty-year-old riding cloth, a willow tree trunk struck by lightning, and a piece of scalp.
The cheapest was the riding cloth, priced at three small yellow fish, the willow tree trunk was even more expensive than the drum, and the scalp was not priced, only traded.
I took out the yin plaque, and others didn't even speak. It was obviously not valued.
The riding cloth is turbid and full of negative energy. A twenty-year-old one would suffer great losses even if a blood-avenging ghost stuck to it.
Lightning-struck wood is even more effective against ghosts. Whether used for carvings or making mourning sticks, it is a powerful tool for driving out evil spirits!
I want all of them, but my wallet is empty and the conditions don't permit.
Decidedly, I stopped looking at the things others were selling. I walked all the way to an empty cement platform, and then, imitating the action of the person I had seen earlier, I darted into the space below.
Then, even thicker gray mist enveloped and lingered around me.
Taking the yin plaque out of the night jar and placing it on the cement platform.
I counted the number of them, a total of nine.
Since I haven't seen anyone selling this thing, I'll just have to wait.
Time passed by slowly, and a person appeared behind me, with their back towards me.
There seemed to be an invisible barrier between us, and I wasn't worried that he would come over.
There were also people entering the cement platform on the right side, placing "merchandise" on it.
More and more people came and went, scattered here and there, with some stopping in front of me.
I'm not very good at shouting out, so I just stayed silent and waited for people to ask.
Six people walked by in a row, but none of them looked or asked.
Considering the previous vendor's disdain for the yin plaque, I felt that these things were probably not worth much.
Feeling slightly restless, I decided to wait a bit longer. If no one showed interest even then, I would leave.
For over ten minutes, no one had come to ask the price or even looked at it.
Finally, another person stopped in front of the stall.
He was short in stature, looked over the yin plaques, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's the price?"
"Two yellow croakers," I replied in a low voice.
"What?!" The man's voice slightly increased in volume, showing surprise.
Me: "..."
Could it be that I reported a higher price?
"All together, two yellow croakers, or you can come and exchange them with equivalent items." I said in a mood.
The effect of the yin plaques is actually not weak. If you talk about value, they should be a bit higher than the riding cloth. I also set the price based on this inference.
If I can't sell it, I might have to go back and ask Mao San Yu about the market price.
It's all because Mao San Yu wouldn't help me; he insisted on negotiating terms with me, otherwise, it wouldn't have been so troublesome.
The next second, a gentle click interrupted my daydream.
Two gold bars, two fingers wide and a hand's length long, fell onto the cement platform!
A swift whoosh, and the yin plaques disappeared entirely.
"Money and goods settled in full! No regrets!"
"Boss, when will you come next? Or the same booth on the 16th?" The hoarse voice was extremely excited and followed up with another question.
My pupils contracted, and I stared hard at the two gold bars.
The dissatisfaction disappeared, replaced by a dense feeling of emptiness! It was as if something had fallen from a high place all at once.
Did I lose money?
Seeing that I didn't answer, the small man with the duck-like voice hurried back in the direction he came from.
Gazing eyes came from left and right sides, as well as the stalls opposite.
I couldn't see their faces, but I could feel that their eyes were astonished and puzzled.
The dissatisfaction that had just faded surged back up.
It looks like, even if I ask for one more yellow croaker, it might still be able to be sold...
Frowning for half a minute, I had nothing else to sell either, so I climbed out of the cement platform.
When passing by the stalls selling the riding cloth and the lightning-struck wood, I dared not look too closely.
I walked all the way back to the entrance, standing in front of the first cement platform.
Looking at the green rusty bronze drum, I stood still, hesitating internally and more like heaven versus hell.
Selling the yin plaques, I intended to raise money for the aftermath of what happened to Zhao Kang.
However, I encountered the bronze drum again, which is something I urgently need.
My current situation is dangerous, and the more things I have on me, the better chance I have of handling things.
While I was pondering, the person who sold the bronze drum started to "sell" again.
