"It looks like it's really an underground night market!"

While Wang Zijia was thinking, the old man had already led him to the entrance of an underground hall.

The old man stopped at the entrance and signaled that the place had arrived. Seeing this, Wang Zijia took out ten taels of gold. The old man finally showed a smile, saluted Wang Zijia, and left in a hurry. He then stepped into the hall.

It's a bit inappropriate to call it a lobby. This is a very long tunnel, just like a subway tunnel in a previous life, but it is several times wider than a subway tunnel.

So as soon as I entered, I saw the huge space and entered an underground hall in a trance.

There are a number of strange crystals inlaid on the top, providing illumination. However, the light is very dim, making everything around it a bit blurry and difficult to see clearly. Of course, Wang Zijia, who is already born with innateness, is not too affected, and the same is true for the monks.

I guess it's a bit difficult for ordinary people who come here only to get the news by chance. Is this an implicit screening mechanism?

Many people set up street stalls, and it was quite lively. In fact, this place is already considered a semi-official place. The sect managers all know this place, but there are usually no people from the law enforcement team to check it out.

Compared with the public flea market visited by casual cultivators in the west of the city, it is smaller in scale, but also more convenient. Because the things here do not care where you come from, and there are also some less conventional things for sale.

Of course, it is not easy to buy contraband. Especially things with the "bloodstains" of Wanyu Sect disciples cannot be handled here, otherwise they will be traced.

However, you can find some more secretive and darker circles here, such as informal communication meetings and so on.

'The pinnacle first-grade magic weapon, personally refined by Jijiu Daxiu!'

'A broken second-grade low-level magic weapon passed down from our ancestors, the price is negotiable!'

‘There’s a big sale on third-grade talismans!’

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Wang Zijia couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth as he looked at the signs on each stall!

A broken sword with no spirituality, what kind of second-grade magic weapon can you dare to say???

The most exaggerated thing is that the talisman has been produced, and the torn yellow paper is too hard to wipe your butt. Are you serious?

Can this kind of semi-black market flea market have huge treasures of [real life] level?

Return the talisman, I return the magic weapon!

After wandering around for a while, Wang Zijia got a rough idea of ​​the general situation of this place. In general, most of them were just things that the children needed, and they had to be highlighted.

"What's the price of talisman paper?" After a while, Wang Zijia chose a stall selling talismans and asked.

The stall owner, like Wang Zijia, also wore a black bamboo hat. He glanced at Wang Zijia and said, "Four cards cost one franc."

‘This price is good!’

Wang Zijia raised an eyebrow and immediately asked: "Recycle it?"

"Seven pieces are worth one farthing." The stall said calmly in the same tone.

'This is too dark!'

Wang Zijia turned around and left without saying a word.

I continued to browse the street stalls for a while, and asked several stalls one after another, and found that most of them were buying six or seven talisman papers for one franc, which was obviously much cheaper than the five talisman papers at the Zongmen shop.

But the profit from setting up a stall is good, four cards are worth one method.

However, there are not many casual talisman practitioners, so there are not many people who buy talisman paper, and more people buy talisman paper. Those who need to buy talisman paper buy it for one far money, and some even want to buy one.

Two pieces, the kind that can be settled with gold.

If Wang Zijia handles the talismans in this way, the efficiency will be too low and it will seriously affect his cultivation progress.

Finally, he visited half of the stalls and found a stall owner who generally looked pretty good.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man who looks a bit wealthy, but it's hard to see clearly through his bamboo hat.

He is considered to be the most professional among the many talisman stalls. He may be a low-level talisman maker because his stall does not sell talisman paper.

"Do you accept long-term talisman recycling?" Wang Zijia said straight to the point.

The man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said: "Take it!"

"What's the price?" Wang Zijia asked without any wavering in his tone.

The man looked at Wang Zijia and then said: "35 pieces of 6 French coins."

In comparison, he is the most sincere one, but I can talk about it again, after all, it may be a long-term transaction!

Then Wang Zijia started bargaining with the other party. After a while, after bargaining, Wang Zijia sold the 32 cards in his pocket for 6 mana. It was slightly lower than the sect's recycling, but he couldn't sell it to the store now.

At least before you obtain your spiritual roots, you can't be so high-profile.

The reason why we were able to negotiate at such a price was because the other party recognized that he had made the spell cards himself, and had verbally agreed to ship them to him at this price in the future.

It is basically certain that he is either a talisman master or is studying the techniques related to talisman making.

After selling the spell cards, Wang Zijia touched the seven magic coins in his pocket and let out a long sigh of relief.

This marks that his days of living off his salary are gone forever, and he has opened up the path to open source!

The urgent situation of the fiscal deficit has finally been alleviated.

He did not leave immediately, but wandered around for a long time. While getting familiar with the place, he compared the price difference and difference between various low-level spiritual materials and those in the store, and learned various useful or useless knowledge.

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After wandering around for a long time, Wang Zijia felt that it was almost time and left here. When she came to the street, it was already late at night.

I went home, changed my outfit, went out again, and started tonight's hunting operation.

This is already the third night of the turmoil, and there are obviously fewer fightings around. But this does not mean that the pollution has been completely eliminated. On the contrary, this is just the beginning.

How could a demon who was at the peak of the [Liquor Sacrifice] state, almost the [Real Person] stage, fight back at the last moment and leave behind such methods that it could be ended so easily.

The reason why the movement has become smaller is because almost all the people who went crazy at that time have been found out now.

However, few people who are crazy about mental illness, or even go astray directly due to pollution, have wisdom and become evil cultivators, are found.

It is considered to have entered the incubation period.

If we want to restore stability to the city, these existences must be eliminated. Otherwise, they will become more and more serious like cancer, and one day, one or more of the same monsters as that day will appear again.

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Wang Zijia turned into a shadow again and walked quickly through the streets, his aura like a radar detecting the lurking polluted evil species.

If you sense there is no danger, go up quietly and start a wave. If you sense danger, make some noise and run away.

And when they encounter a fight, they go and take a look secretly to see if they can catch anything.

Because the true energy has been contaminated and washed many times, and it has become more and more strange, Wang Zijia tried to extract the evil seed, sealing it first, and not absorbing it immediately. Then do it after returning home. This would be safer and more likely to steal the body of the law enforcement team.

Some, unfortunately failed.

I also discovered a strange thing at night. After the law enforcement team killed someone, they no longer left the polluter there for the city guards to deal with as they had done the previous two nights. At least one disciple was there to guard and deal with it, as if they were afraid that someone would come and steal it.

Like a corpse.

This discovery left Wang Zijia speechless!

So much so that he couldn't successfully pick up corpses even once in the whole night. He only chopped two crazy batches in the whole night and obtained 83 points of value. All of them were exchanged for cultivation, giving him two hundred years of experience.

Innate enthusiasm.

However, apart from the fact that the true energy has become much more mellow, there are no real changes.

Cultivation: Xiantian (184/?)

Skill: Latent Shadow

Martial Arts: Nineteen Slashes of Youlong Short Sword

Spell: Talisman Making Technique (Small Success 516/1000)

After searching until early in the morning, Wang Zijia returned to the bedroom and fell asleep quietly.

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Chapter completed!