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Qinghe left in a hurry like a gust of wind.

I've seen white Poria cocos so often these days that I'm no longer surprised by it.

Sure enough, three seconds after Qinghe left, the two old men from the Situ family chased after her again.

Bai Fuling kind of believed that Qinghe was deliberately making trouble for the two old men.

The next time I saw Qinghe was in a medicine shop.

Qinghe's left arm has grown a new arm. The new arm is white and tender, like a lotus root just out of water, forming a sharp contrast with the dark right arm.

Although he had grown a new arm, the wound on his face showed no signs of improvement. The wound had festered and even oozing yellow-green pus.

When Qinghe took off the mask, the owner of the medicine shop was stunned.

"Yin Bone Knife! This, this, this is impossible. You, you, you..."

The boss's face turned pale, he began to stutter, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Qinghe didn't waste any time and just grabbed a handful of spiritual stones and herbs and placed them on the counter.

"Can it be cured?"

The boss glanced at the herbs on the counter and swallowed.

Bai Fuling looked at the shopkeeper and saw that he obviously wanted something, but was afraid that he would not survive to get it.

Qing He added, "If you can't cure it, tell me the method or place that can cure it, and I will give you these things anyway."

After thinking for a while, Qing He said, "If someone finds this place, you can sell my information to them."

When the boss heard this, he knelt down, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said tremblingly, "No, no, the distinguished guest is joking."

"You still have two breaths." Qinghe was a little impatient and walked slowly towards the boss.

Seeing this, Bai Fuling thought to herself, Brother, could you please speak properly and not scare the boss?

The owner of the medicine store was almost scared to death, and hurriedly said, "There may be Fuyin Pills for sale in the underground black market of Tianji City. If there are no Fuyin Pills, you can also bid for Fuyin Grass, Lingyin Flower, Blood Yin Insect Eggs and other herbs. Our store can make pills for you."

The shopkeeper spoke very fast, and I was afraid that I would be scolded if I was a second slower.

Bai Fuling was watching in amazement. Is this even possible?

Qing He got the answer, turned around and left, and when he left, he did not forget to remind the shopkeeper, "You can sell my information, but don't die. I'm waiting for you to make the elixir for me."

Finally, the plague god was sent away. The shopkeeper wiped his sweat, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up. It was the waiter next to him who saw that the plague god had left and hurried over to help the shopkeeper up.

The clerk flipped through the herbs on the counter and said, "Boss, what should I do with this?"

Before the shopkeeper could answer, two old men came in. After entering the store, their eyes were immediately fixed on the spiritual stones and herbs on the counter.

The old man took a herb, and the clerk was about to greet him and ask him about it when he heard the old man ask, "Where is the person who put the herb here?"

After the old man finished speaking, he used his powerful coercion. The shopkeeper and his assistant were so overwhelmed that they vomited blood, fell to the ground, and couldn't even stand up.

The shopkeeper said tremblingly, "The underground black market in Tianji City."

One of the old men nodded and said, "That's possible. The wound left by the Yin Bone Knife is not easy to treat. The thief is likely to go to the underground black market to buy Fu Yin Dan, or buy the herbs for refining Fu Yin Dan."

Thief? Bai Fuling, who had already walked out of the store, almost stumbled and fell when he heard these two words.

They actually called Qinghe boss a thief. These two old guys are really tired of living.

However, seeing how skillfully Qinghe was dodging the two of them, there was a high chance that she wouldn't be able to defeat them.

Hey! Boss Qinghe also climbed up from the grassroots level.

This time, Bai Fuling followed Qinghe to the underground black market.

The entrance to the black market is an ordinary small shop. You need to speak in code and pay a deposit before you will be taken to the real underground black market.

After Qing He exchanged secret codes and paid the deposit, the waiter gave him a mask. Qing He did not take off his own mask, but put the mask given by the waiter on top.

Bai Fuling originally thought it would be very awkward to wear two masks, but she didn't expect that the masks on the black market were specially designed. When they came into contact with the human face, they would automatically fit the skin and change their appearance.

So the black market mask naturally stuck to his skin, while Qing He's own mask was still on his face. Then Bai Fuling saw that Qing He's face with the mask on could no longer be seen as his original appearance.

Bai Fuling's jaw dropped to the ground in shock. Are the masks on the black market so magical? Forgive her for her lack of knowledge!

As soon as Qinghe entered the trading floor, a card appeared in his hand.

The card records the items traded today, as well as the price and time.

Bai Fuling followed Qinghe and as soon as she entered, she saw several huge iron cages on the trading table. There were labels on the cages, including a half-human, half-demon female slave, a male favorite with a pure yang body, and a cauldron with a congenital moon spirit body.

These male and female slaves seemed to be very common items, clearly registered at the top of the card.

Qing He seemed to hate these transactions. He stayed on them for three seconds before leaving.

Although Bai Fuling couldn't see his expression, she seemed to be able to feel his inner fluctuations. Boss Qinghe was very angry. Boss Qinghe was very angry.

Come to think of it, his sister Qingying was treated as a cauldron by others, so it's normal that he doesn't like these transactions that don't treat people as human beings.

Bai Fuling originally thought that Qinghe would make some move, but he did not stay, but went straight to the underground exchange of the black market.

The transaction method of the underground black market is auction. The black market will provide corresponding venues or rooms according to the worth of each customer.

There are large auction venues with hundreds of people, and there are small auction venues with dozens of people.

It is even possible to arrange a room with more than a dozen people to trade and bid on their own according to customer needs, and the black market can just take the corresponding commission.

Qinghe handed over a piece of black marble and asked the boss to arrange a trading room for him. After he registered the things he wanted to auction and the things he needed one by one, the waiter gave him a black cloak to conceal his voice and appearance, and then took him to a small room.

There was a large round table in the room with ten chairs around it. Next to each chair was a small table with brewed tea and a plate of fruit on it.

Before the waiter left, Qing He specifically instructed, "Those who are taking the same photos as me should not be arranged in this room."

The waiter always had a polite smile on his face. He nodded, took out his communication jade slip on the spot, sent out Qinghe's request, and then walked out of the room.

Bai Fuling watched anxiously. If the two old men brought Qinghe to the auction to buy something, they would be caught.

Qinghe was very calm. After coming in, he found a chair and sat down, then poured himself a cup of tea. As soon as the tea was poured, Bai Fuling smelled the strong tea aroma.

Just smelling it makes people feel refreshed. Bai Fuling swallowed her saliva.

I’m thirsty and want to drink, but I can’t find it. What should I do?

And those fruits are colorful and look juicy, they must be juicy and delicious.

I can't watch it anymore. I'm drooling.

After a while, the waiter came in with another customer wearing a black cloak.

Bai Fuling wondered whether this person wanted to buy Qinghe's things or had something that Qinghe wanted to buy.

She leaned forward to look left and right, but couldn't see his face clearly. She had to admit that the black market did a pretty good job of keeping secrets.

As soon as you enter the door, you will be given a mask and a cloak.