I can't be a demon.

Chapter 91 Auction? Why not just rob it?

dong dong dong.

The rivets on the surface of the coffin shook violently, but soon became still.

The thousand-year-old demon realized that resistance would lead to death, so he continued to let Shen Lian swallow his resentment, and his own cultivation was about to fall by a thousand years.

The catkins disappeared, and the thousand-year-old demon lay motionless, pretending to be dead.

"If not, then move back to the pawn shop and reduce my power to about 700 to 800 years. Then, I can be a handyman in the pawn shop."

"It is more satisfying to harvest resentment than to kill directly."

Shen Lian's eyes were full of malice, and the coffin trembled suddenly.

He carried the coffin on his back and was not so arrogant as to go to the Ghost Market in his bronze body. His body shape returned to normal, but he still maintained the dragon horns.

Shen Lian looked around.

The starling is always one step ahead and flies away long ago.

Shen Lian stepped into the entrance, and the scene in the ghost market appeared before him.

He originally thought that the auction would be one where demons would surround the items for bidding, and that it would be hosted by a money-ransom ghost, who would constantly throw out all kinds of resources for the demons to scramble for.

result……

The third floor of the Ghost Market is a completely ordinary market.

Hundreds of demons set up stalls on both sides of the street, selling ordinary items that at most had a little demonic aura.

The transactions between the demons' stalls were all barter, and everything seemed orderly.

If I hadn't known in advance that I was in a ghost market, I would have thought I had come to an ordinary town. It wouldn't be as dangerous as Zhu Yihong said.

"It is indeed a cave, but who is this extraordinary demon in the ghost market?"

Shen Lian scanned the career panel, and prompts for special careers appeared one after another. Unfortunately, the third level of the Ghost Market was definitely not enough to meet the conditions.

[The profession of "The Taoist of Wealth" has been triggered, but the necessary conditions are missing and the job cannot be taken.]

[The profession of "Greedy Ghost Master" has been triggered, and the necessary conditions are missing and the job cannot be taken.]

Shen Lian looked towards the center of the third floor of the Ghost Market, where there was a willow tree about twenty to thirty meters high.

There was no one around the willow tree. He saw all kinds of strange objects hanging on the branches, which were probably the "auction items" in the ghost market.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and vaguely guessed the rules of the Ghost Market Auction.

"interesting."

Shen Lian bent down, picked up a herb from the stall, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

The opossum demon ignored Shen Lian who was taking advantage of him, and stared at the willow tree, swallowing saliva from his throat.

"Ah."

Shen Lian quietly opened his eyes vertically between his brows, and lasted for half a breath before stopping.

During the period when the sixth consciousness is activated, one's five senses reach their peak, accompanied by a dizzying sensation in the head, and a large amount of collected information floods into the mind.

Shen Lian quickened his pace and found Zhu Yihong hiding in the ghost market.

Zhu Yihong had taken a powerful drug that temporarily aggravated her special condition. Her whole body was covered with dry and yellow hair, and she seemed to be cautious in every move.

"Blessings, sir."

"Who?"

Zhu Yihong was startled, and her scalp went numb when she saw Shen Lian, who was completely uncovered. Then she noticed the coffin covered with talismans.

"Shen Lian, how did you find me?"

Shen Lian did not answer. It was impossible for him to tell Zhu Yihong that he knew by smell.

Zhu Yihong retreated to a corner fearfully, "Don't expose yourself in front of the demons. This is the third floor of the Ghost Market. If you're not careful, you'll..."

She recalled Shen Lian's behavior on the second floor of the Ghost Market and became speechless again.

thump.

The thousand-year-old demon realized that he was in the ghost market, and began to move again. He quietly stretched out the cotton wool, trying to absorb the resentment to heal his injuries.

"Looking for death, right?"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Shen Lian's eyes, and the cotton wool receded like the tide.

[Identification failed, Nine Qi Earth Disgust experience +0.10%] Zhu Yihong felt a chill down his spine, vaguely realizing that the demon in the coffin was not simple. It was clearly a cotton-wool ghost from the Gao Laozhuang tailor shop.

"Shen Lian, what's inside?"

"Maybe it's a thousand-year-old demon. I'm not sure. I picked it up on the road."

Zhu Yihong wanted to say something but stopped herself. She felt that the talisman that sealed the demon looked familiar, as if it was made by Zuo Qianhu. But she thought it was unrealistic as Gao Laozhuang was too far away from Yanliang Town.

“Are all the items up for auction on the willow tree?”

"kindness."

Zhu Yihong nodded solemnly.

It was her first time participating in a ghost market auction, and the shock she felt was beyond words.

Zhu Yihong looked at the bustling market and explained in a deep voice, "The items hanging on the willow branches are auction items. Some of them are put up for auction by demons with ghost market certificates."

"Why is no one bidding?"

Shen Lian could feel the depression hidden in the noise. The Jinwu Guards seemed to be waiting for the right opportunity and did not dare to show their heads easily.

"A Jinwu Guard approached him before, but when he got within ten meters of the willow tree, most of the ghost market was in an uproar. Dozens of demons rushed over and tore him into pieces."

Zhu Yihong's words revealed fear, and it was obvious that he had not expected the auction to be so bloody.

Shen Lian suddenly understood.

For the Jinwu Guards, the goods on the willow branches are auction items, and they can get resources far exceeding their value by just paying silver.

For the demons, the Jinwu Guards heading to the willow tree are auction items.

When the Jinwu Guards reveal themselves, it is the turn of the demons to bid. Of course, they use the strength of their Taoism as a bargaining chip to win the blood food.

"What a ghost market! The auction is full of gloom and gloom."

Zhu Yihong reminded: "In another hour or two, the number of demons on the third floor of the Ghost Market will be reduced by half, and the auction will be safe."

There were forty or fifty Jinwu Guards present, and the bidding was based on their own abilities.

It is foreseeable that a large number of Jinwu Guards will inevitably die at the hands of demons, but the resources obtained by the remaining people will definitely be very rich.

"Master Zhu, are you going to try it too?"

Zhu Yihong had a conflicted expression and let out a long sigh.

She took advantage of the interval between the demons fighting the Jinwu Guards to see the items for auction, among which were some great medicines of the sixth level of Yuandan and even some books on secret techniques.

The price was only a dozen taels of silver.

That’s right, no matter how precious the resources in the ghost market are, the price will not exceed one hundred taels.

It may seem like the ghost market yields a bunch of useless money, but in fact, the goods are like baits cast before fishing, and sooner or later prey will take the bait.

The auction item went around outside and perhaps returned to the ghost market.

The special rules of the ghost market ensure that risks and benefits are always proportional.

Zhu Yihong knew that if she waited for the ghost market to close, she would not suffer any loss, but she could not help but feel lucky.

Maybe if I get a powerful pill, I can use it to break through to the sixth level of Yuandan.

"I'll go take a look at the auction items."

Shen Lian went straight to the willow tree and found that the starling was actually perched on a branch of the willow tree, watching Gui Shi combing its feathers.

When he came within a hundred meters, he saw few figures on the street.

After walking for a while, I was left alone.

The third floor of the Ghost Market suddenly fell silent, and countless pairs of eyes looked greedily at Shen Lian, all of them evaluating the quality of the items being auctioned.

The demons cannot compete for blood food frequently. After all, there are too many monks and too little porridge. If they succeed too many times, it will inevitably arouse dissatisfaction among other demons.

Then more than 80% of the gazes were withdrawn.

There was black smoke obscuring the smell, and Shen Lian had not activated the bronze body form. It looked like it was not some top-quality blood food, and its quality was average.

More than a dozen demons with two or three hundred years of experience left the streets.

The demon revealed its true form and pounced on Shen Lian impatiently. After all, even the lowest quality blood food could at least add a few years to his cultivation.

Little did he know that in the eyes of the blood eaters, he was just a pile of walking experiences.

(End of this chapter)