I am a living immortal.

Of course, it is also possible that it was built by some worshippers, just like a totem, for the worship of Zhulong. This is also understandable, because until now, he has not found any trace of Zhulong, which is very mysterious.

When I think that such an existence is just a legend in Mirage Dragon's impression, it seems unfathomable.

However, Su Mu had a question: why would such an existence allow the world to do that?

He shook his head and cleared his mind of thoughts. He had thought too much and it was still a bit too far-fetched. It was not just in terms of time. Mirage Dragon once mentioned that many things in this world were not naturally existing, nor were they created by the world, but were created by those mysterious gods.

Su Mu raised her hand and pointed at another treasure box.

The scene before my eyes changed again.

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In the Ghost Market of Netherworld, the news of the Netherworld Palace being trampled underfoot spread, but no one dared to discuss it too much. After all, even if it was stepped on and lost face, the Netherworld Palace could still crush many people to death. This was also the reason why many people did not dare to be too presumptuous. Although the Ghost Market of Netherworld was disorderly.

But it is precisely because there is no order that this is the most terrifying thing.

Life here is worthless, because trivial matters can cost you your life, and it is normal. Here, the strong can act recklessly, while the weak are only worthy of living in fear, cautiously like a mouse.

The man in the bamboo hat from the third yamen left early today because he had heard about the precious herb.

Once again, it proves that you can buy anything here.

That herb is the guiding ingredient for a particular medicine. Without it, the medicine's effectiveness would be reduced by half or even more. Most importantly, it's a miracle drug that can only be taken once in a lifetime; the next time you take it, it will have no effect. It's a life-saving medicine, and it's not taken unless absolutely necessary.

The emperor would rarely order the Third Yamen to do such things, but this time, he made an exception. He felt that he owed the empress a debt. He had come from humble beginnings and had risen to this point step by step. He could not remain indifferent or ignore it. He searched the world and finally found the miracle doctor to obtain this prescription.

But the medicine-inducing soul-binding grass was unheard of. This herb was not available in Dayu, and it might not even be found in the surrounding areas. That's when he thought of the Ghost Market in Youxu.

That's why they came here.

The Youxu Ghost Market seemed to be quiet for a while after the turmoil of the past few days. When everyone found that nothing was different, it returned to its former "liveliness".

"I have contacted the seller." The old man in the cloak said slowly.

"Have you prepared your things?"

It’s not that gold and silver cannot be used in the ghost market, they can be used, but gold and silver are not valuable here, so most people exchange them for goods or negotiate with the vendors.

The man in the bamboo hat appeared calm, but he was still nervous inside. He knew everything about the Ghost Market, and he had already prepared what the cloaked old man had mentioned. This was a pill, dating back to the most chaotic years. Despite the demonic chaos, most of the pills were genuine, even of excellent quality.

Over the years, except for the most precious few, most of them were given away as rewards. The emperor did not discard them as rubbish because they were refined by evildoers, but instead made use of them.

The one in his hand was considered one of the finest among those precious elixirs. Only three pills had been made in the original furnace, one of which he had consumed, and the remaining two had been saved. One of the pills was given to an old minister who had dedicated decades to the restoration of Dayu and, even at the end, was thinking of Dayu, hence the Emperor's gift of the pill.

However, the emperor did not let him work any more. He gave him the elixir, rewarded him with an idle job, and sent him back home. After all, this elixir was not immortality, it would only save him five or six years.

And that last one was in his hands. If he lost it, he would lose not only the elixir but also the Queen's life. He couldn't afford any mistakes.

Moreover, there have been too many things happening recently, one after another, making the emperor feel a little overwhelmed. Dayu also needs to be handed over to a new successor. These things must be cleared before the succession, and handing over a healthy country to the prince is the last thing the current emperor has to do.

There is nothing to say about the current emperor, he is a benevolent ruler.

For so many years, I have been doing my job and have done everything I should and shouldn't do.

This was also why the man in the bamboo hat was nervous. He wasn't afraid of life or death; he was afraid of failing to complete his mission. This made his entire body tense, completely unlike the performance of a battle-hardened Third Ya.

The cloaked old man understood the man's concern and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "It's almost time. We should go. Take my advice, relax. The more nervous you are, the more likely you are to get into trouble. Those vendors have sharp eyes. Your nervousness is a sign to them: a sign of a fat sheep or a newcomer. This will greatly increase your chances of getting into trouble."

"Also, your nervousness will make the other party ask for too much. The more nervous you are, the more important this thing is to us."

"So if you don't want the mission to fail, then cheer up, put away your nervousness, and show the momentum of the Third Yamen. Here, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger won't work. You have to become the tiger to make no one dare to come up."

"Just like those two you saw a few days ago, so what if they were arrogant, so what if they were incompatible? Because they were strong, no one dared to attack them. The stronger they were, the more unscrupulous they were. People here respect and fear the strong."

"If those two people wanted to trade, the price would be so low that it would even surprise you."

The man in the bamboo hat let out a long breath, his nervousness completely gone. It wasn't that he wasn't nervous anymore, but he controlled every muscle and expression, replacing the nervousness with a solemn aura.

The old man in the cloak looked at him without saying anything, and patted him: "Let's go, don't be late."

After saying that, she strode away, and the man followed her.

Walking in the ghost market of Youxu, there are five people in total including the old man in the cloak. All of them are skilled, but they are not conspicuous in this ghost market full of gods, ghosts and monsters, and they are not a powerful force.

Soon we arrived in front of a building.

This is the place where they are going to trade. There is nothing special about the door, but it is a huge pharmacy. Whether it is precious medicinal materials or doctors with superb medical skills, you can find them all here.

The room was a little dark, but the few of them didn't care. They walked in cautiously and calmly.

As soon as they entered the room, they felt the scrutiny of several people, and they would be attacked without hesitation if they made any unusual movements.