Chapter 1242 V

"It looks so strange." Yao Ziyan couldn't help but complain after taking the mask.

"This is a symbol of spiritual power in a mortal world." Luo Chuan gave Yao Ziyan a popular science.

"Mental power?" Yao Ziyan was a little curious, "Can a mask still function as a spiritual symbol? Is it similar to a totem?"

In many places in Tianlan Continent, ordinary people have their own beliefs, and most of them are totems based on cultivators or strong men of various races.

"No, this is an invisible thought, a symbol of resistance to oppression and yearning for freedom." Luo Chuan explained.

Yao Ziyan barely understood Luo Chuan's meaning, looked down at the smile on the mask, and murmured in a low voice, "It turns out that there are so many meanings."

"After wearing the mask, you can completely block your own breath." Luo Chuan's voice seemed a little dull through the mask, "By the way, the name of the mask is v."

Yao Ziyan nodded and put on a mask to cover her beautiful face.

As time went on, people kept coming, and most cast their eyes somewhere in the back row.

Wearing such a strange mask, is this deliberately here to attract attention?

Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan didn't care at all, the two were playing together with the light curtain provided by the system to fight the landlord.

"The party seems to be about to start." Yao Ziyan looked up at the stage in front of her.

After closing the light curtain, Luo Chuan also raised his head.

Unlike the Opera House, the stage has been replaced with an auction stand, with a white curtain on the side that appears to be used to display images.

In terms of scale, there is no comparison at all with the auction held by Xie Mengwu in Chaos City.

Luo Chuan yawned, his face was hidden behind the mask, so even Yao Ziyan didn't notice it.

He leaned back in his chair and looked forward.

The middle-aged man who hosted the party had already walked to the auction stage, with a faint smile on his face: "Welcome to this extraordinary party, this party is mainly sponsored by the Kingdom of Roses..."

Luo Chuan yawned again, he didn't like this kind of long and useless opening remarks, it was a complete waste of time.

Xie Mengwu did a good job when hosting, and announced the start in a few words.

However, in this auction, that is, the extraordinary party, most of the participants are gentlemen and nobles, so the opening remarks with a sense of ceremony cannot be omitted.

After a few minutes of chattering, the rambling opening remarks finally came to an end.

"...the first extraordinary item of the extraordinary party."

A related image appeared on the curtain, which was a small dagger inlaid with black spar.

"The Mojing Dagger is made by the dwarves of the molten city. The engraved magic inscriptions can increase the user's movement speed... The current selling price is 10,000 Likes."

"Twenty thousand ricks."

"Thirty thousand."

"Fifty thousand ricks..."

The presentation is over, and then it's time for guests to bid.

In addition to the successive shouts of bidding, there was also the sound of rustling and talking in a low voice.

Generally speaking, it is countless times quieter than the auction house in Chaos City.

Everyone who participated in the auction adhered to their own demeanor, their faces were hidden behind masks, and their eyes were difficult to see.

The first auction item was finally auctioned at a price of hundreds of thousands.

Luo Chuan continued to yawn, he was not interested in the auction, he just felt sleepy.

Next, continue the previous process, the host introduces, and the following people start bidding.

After more than ten minutes, Luo Chuan couldn't hold on anymore.

Yao Ziyan was very interested in this, and whispered a few words to Luo Chuan from time to time, and the latter responded very perfunctorily.

"Boss?" Yao Ziyan finally noticed Luo Chuan's strangeness at this time.

"So sleepy, call me when it's over." Luo Chuan said, then closed his eyes and lay on the back of the chair.

Demon Ziyan:  …

Luo Chuan was woken up by Yao Ziyan and leaned on her shoulder at some point.

He yawned and wanted to rub his eyes but was blocked by the mask: "It's finally over."

On the auction table, the host was still talking: "...The auction of extraordinary items is over. If you are interested, you can attend the next party..."

"Boss, the auction is only the first event, the next party is the most important." Yao Ziyan also said.

"Okay, go take a look." Luo Chuan nodded in response, and joined the crowd with Yao Ziyan.

The location of the party is above the auction venue, and there are many extremely rare and extraordinary items on display.

Some people gathered together and chatted in a low voice, and there were many like Yao Ziyan and Luo Chuan, who wandered aimlessly.

"You two, do you have any items you want to trade?" A man wearing a black mask walked up to the two.

In addition to selling extraordinary items, the Extraordinary Gala is more about item transactions between participants.

"No." Luo Chuan shook his head. He participated in various activities, and the purpose he always followed was to focus on participation.

The man was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to have expected Luo Chuan to refuse so simply, so he could only laugh a few times: "No matter what, I'm sorry to bother you."

Luo Chuan also thought about selling the goods in the store, but thinking of the possible consequences, he gave up the idea.

He doesn't want to forcibly influence the world now, hiding in the dark

The place is more interesting than the bright place.

As for the Coke given to the Black Mist, it was all on a whim.

"When the day of the end comes, the order will end, and all things will be annihilated, welcoming you..."

In the dark underground space, strange murmurs echoed here, and the magic circle exuded a faint light.

More than a dozen figures in black robes stood, with an aura of madness and chaos surging around their bodies, and their eyes were full of fanaticism.

With the passage of time, the light in the center of the magic circle gradually disappeared, and the original ground has been replaced by darkness.

It was like a dark and pure plane, abruptly inlaid in the position of the magic circle, as smooth and smooth as the surface of water.

Some kind of terrifying power surged in the depths of the plane, and occasionally you could see ripples like water waves appearing on it.

Seeing this scene, the faces of those black-robed figures showed a frenzied look, and they used sharp knives to slash all the ferocious wounds on their skin.

The bright red blood flowed and finally converged on the magic circle, and soon disappeared.

The ink-like mirror surface was nourished by blood, and some places began to bulge suddenly, and occasionally a pale face was reflected on the edge of the mirror surface.

Bursts of low, vague, dream-like murmurs rang out in this dark space at some point, but it seemed silent if you listened carefully.

In the eerie and weird atmosphere, the black-robed figures didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, the red blood gurgling out of their wounds, and their complexions became paler.