After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"Knock knock knock~" Halfway outside the city.

The middle-aged man limped into an empty alley. Seeing that there was no one at either end, he knocked gently on the door of a house.

The dots were regular and repetitive, clearly some kind of code.

The door didn't open, and a voice came out: "Has it been delivered?"

"He accepted it." said the middle-aged man.

"The demon monkey must take back the food promptly after eating. It's almost mature, so don't let anything go wrong."

"Yes."

……

at the same time.

Nanfang is the most lively place in Lin'an City.

This is one of the most important cargo distribution centers of the Dajing Dynasty in the north.

Countless merchants and wandering practitioners come here to trade what they need.

Various precious elixirs, demon pets, talismans, weapons, as well as various cultivation techniques, spells, etc.

In a word, as long as you can afford the price, there is basically nothing you can't buy.

Similarly, if you have something good, you will basically not have trouble finding a buyer. The only problem is the price.

The crowds were surging and jostling each other.

As a result, industries have emerged here to serve these people, including various institutes and museums with rich programs and diverse species.

No matter what your hobbies are, you can find something delicious here. As for food, drinks, and tea, they are not worth mentioning.

No matter what era, sharing what we have and entertaining the body and mind will always be a basic need.

Looking at the endless rows of shops in front of him, Qin He opened his arms and took a deep breath of the foul worldly air, and suddenly felt his pores dilate.

This is like the mink finding its treasure and the marten finding its river.

Two words: comfortable!

Nothing else, I just like crowds and excitement.

On the streets, iron cage carriages were pulling "monsters" captured from all over the place and sending them to restaurants, vegetable markets and stores that specialized in purchasing monsters, to be slaughtered or resold.

The restaurant simply hangs various menus at the door.

Monkey brain sashimi, nine-stewed bear paw, steamed unicorn, pickled phoenix liver, braised sea cucumber tendons, three treasures and nine spirits soup... the dishes in each restaurant are different.

Qin He was so overwhelmed by what he saw that his mouth was watering.

Not only were the ingredients extremely rich, but Qin He even smelled many spices he had never smelled before.

This triggered his eating ability, and he suddenly felt a little hungry.

I've been in this world for a few months, but I haven't eaten too much.

But ideals are full, and reality is skinny.

Monster ingredients are good, but they are not ordinary ingredients after all. There is only one word to describe how they taste: expensive.

Demon monkey brain sashimi, 50 silver coins each.

Pickled Phoenix Liver, 80 silver coins per plate.

Steamed unicorn, 200 silver coins each.

Qin He felt his pocket and found only a dozen or so silver coins in it.

Silver coins are the minted currency of the Dajing Dynasty. The material used to mint coins is not ordinary silver, but mithril.

Mithril is also the lowest-level circulating currency in this world, equivalent to the copper coins of the Dali Dynasty.

Going up are purple gold and Yuanling stone, or some similar materials, such as beast crystal.

At this moment, Qin He felt that he was so poor.

So he quickened his pace, looked around, and came to a rather grand purchasing agency with a golden plaque hanging on it with five large characters written on it: Bauhinia Purchasing Agency.

Many people crowded in front of the counter to trade. Those who succeeded in the transaction were either beaming with joy or looking painful. Those who failed were even more upset, and would even curse the seller as a profiteer.

Seeing this, Qin He squeezed in without saying a word.

In a few seconds, he squeezed through the outer circle of more than ten circles to the front row like a loach.

He reached out and took out the monster he had just obtained, and asked loudly: "Boss, do you want this?"

The shopkeeper, who was a little overwhelmed by the selection, saw it and his eyes immediately lit up, almost fixed on Qin He's hand. However, he was very professional and kept his composure. He said, "Your little demon monkey is not yet fully grown and is of no great use. I can offer you 500 silver coins, but I won't take more than that."

"Oh, like this."

Qin He nodded as if he understood, but then turned around and squeezed out without saying a word.

"No ..."

The young shopkeeper's mouth twitched and he couldn't do anything about it on the spot.

I've seen people doing business, but I've never seen it done this way.

It’s a business deal, the price can be returned.

And you can return it with confidence.

What's the matter with you turning around and leaving without saying a word?

"Young man, wait a moment!" The young shopkeeper called out to Qin He.

"What's wrong?" Qin He turned his head.

"Haha." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "It's like this. If you're not satisfied with the price I offer, you can bargain for it. Don't just turn around and leave."

Qin He tilted his head and said, "It's okay if I make an offer, but I'm afraid you'll hit me."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Even if the deal doesn't go through, there's still friendship. If it doesn't work out today, there's always another day. Don't worry and open it boldly."

"Then I'll open it!"

"open!"

"Five thousand!"

"roll!"