Chapter 72 Accident

Feilong did put in a lot of effort and took great risks. Once his dark line in the black market as Xuan Qingwei is exposed, the best outcome for him in the future is to change careers. Generally speaking, some ruthless characters in the black market will clean it up directly, because people like Feilong are rats in the black market shit.

But for the sake of money, Feilong spoke with joy, not to mention, the organization is not bad.

"You also know that it is very difficult to do magic weapon business in the black market recently, and there are fewer businesses that can afford the price. So those sellers are also eager to find a way. However, the news I got here is that in the past three years, there has been no magic weapon in the Jingxi black market. There have been a large number of mazes or blindfold magic weapon transactions, and even small batch transactions are rare.

I got a receipt, although it is not necessarily detailed, it is definitely the maximum I can find. "

Shen Hao frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with the answer sheet Feilong handed over.

"Only in the past three years?"

"Hey, Shen Zongqi, you know, those sellers in the black market are like mice. They often rest for many years after one vote, and many of them even wash their hands and go ashore after one vote. The basics of doing this business for a long time No. Even an intermediary like me changes the dial every three days, either gets in or dies. It’s hard!"

"." Shen Hao was speechless, but still picked up the list, and quickly read it through. There were 19 transaction records listed on it, which were very rough. There were only approximate transactions and quantities, and which intermediary made the bridge. Completed, it is vague to both buyers and sellers.

The most important thing is that none of the magical artifacts involved in these nineteen transactions exceeded the middle grade, and they were all low-grade or inferior magic artifacts.

And according to what Shen Hao said after asking colleagues who specialize in magical weapons from the Xuanqingwei Arsenal, even if they are just ordinary people who want to confuse or deceive people who are constantly changing, they are still interested in magical weapons. There are higher requirements, at least a medium-grade magic weapon, and a top-grade magic weapon.

"Is there no record of Zhonggaopin's similar magic weapon transactions in the past three years?"

"Middle and high grade? That's too little. As far as I know, it hasn't been in the past six or seven years. That kind of thing is not affordable for ordinary monks, and there are even fewer sellers. Now it's just what I told you before. It is best to sell the magic weapon of burying, and there are many sellers, and there are dozens or hundreds of pieces at a time, and it can also be used to sell pan-spiritual stones, which feeds at least one-third of the people who are now on the black market."

"Animist stone?"

Shen Hao subconsciously asked, and then remembered again, mainly because the thing was a little far away from him, so he didn't remember it for a while.

The so-called Pan Lingshi is a substitute for Lingshi.

Different from spirit stones with wide uses, the messy spiritual energy in pan-spirit stones cannot be absorbed by monks, but can be used to provide energy for magical instruments.

Monks generally don't need pan-spirit stones, because they have true energy, which can also drive magic tools, and the effect is better than pan-spirit stones. As for the consumption, the monks all use magic weapons that match their ranks, and the consumption can generally keep up with their own true energy circulation, and there are very few times when they need to be replenished with pan-spirit stones.

In addition, the shortcoming of pan-spirit stone is also obvious. The messy aura contained in it can only be used on middle and low-grade magic weapons.

Speaking of which, Shen Hao has never used pan-spirit stones. After all, he has never experienced a war, and there is no situation that requires him to consume his true energy for a long time.

Feilong also knew that he might not be able to satisfy Shen Hao this time, and while secretly sweating in his heart, he also wanted to get over the matter, and smiled in order to confuse the past: "You don't know, the court doesn't fight wars now, A lot of pan-spiritual stones have flowed into the black market, and they are just suitable for ordinary people to use as magical artifacts, and some even use them as incense burners."

"What did you say?"

Shen Hao was extremely sensitive to the word "Xiang", his brows were raised, his tone became cold, and Fei Long, who was opposite him, slid from the chair to the ground in fright, knelt down with a pale face, and didn't know what he said wrong just now.

"What did you say about the incense burner?"

"Huh? I, I said Pan Lingshi. The imperial court is not fighting now. There are too many pan spirit stones in reserve, and many of them have flowed into the black market. Some people specialize in making incense and inferior instruments to consume pan spirit stones. It's because of the scent that the pan-ling stone emits when its aura is drawn. Zongqi, I didn't lie, I..."

"Shut up!" Shen Hao cut off Feilong's words with a serious face, and then turned to the guards beside him: "Is there a pan-spirit stone in the guard? Go to the arsenal to get one, go!"

After a while, the guard came back with a piece of dark green spar the size of a walnut. There was no need to go to the arsenal, as there were a few soldiers in the Black Flag Camp who had just started to practice. This thing is quite rare in the secular world, but it is not a rare thing in Xuanqingwei.

After taking the pan-soul stone, Shen Hao took out the evil-chasing disk that he carried with him. There was an inconspicuous groove on the back of this magic weapon, which was used to place the substitutes of true energy, such as pan-spirit stone or spirit stone , but this is the first time he has used it.

The spirit stones brought by the guards were all regular sizes, as were the grooves on the chasing evil plate. Shen Hao pushed the stones in with a "click" and it stuck.

Then Shen Hao began to manipulate the evil chasing disk, and the pan-spirit stone in the groove also began to "burn spiritual energy".

In just a few breaths, there was a faint fragrance from the chasing evil plate, which Shen Hao had never smelled before, or he had smelled it but never paid attention to it.

"Urgent order!"

"exist!"

"Order! Wang Jian, the small banner official of Group A, and the bureaucrats of small banners of Group B, immediately smell the fragrance produced by the use of Pan Lingshi to all parties involved in the case to determine whether it is the smell at the time of the crime. At the same time, in each case Check the place where it is distributed to see if this fragrance can cover half a street! Do it quickly!"

Shen Hao himself got up immediately and left the torture room. He was going to Ximen to find Liu Yan's parents to ask if the fragrance they smelled when the crime happened was like this.

Seeing that Shen Hao seemed to have discovered something important, he turned around and left in a hurry. Fei Long, who was kneeling on the ground, was at a loss for what to do. He stood up from the ground and put the banknotes on the table into his arms. He smiled embarrassingly at the two strong men who were still in the torture room, and the hunched ones were about to run away.

"Don't go."

"Well, Mr. Shen has already left, and I'm fine here. The mother-in-law at home is still waiting for me to get the money to go back and buy rice for the pot. Are you two accommodating?"

"The general flag didn't say that you can leave. Even if we let you go, you still won't be able to leave the Black Flag Battalion camp. If you make a mistake and get hacked, it will be for nothing. You can decide for yourself."

Shen Hao didn't say a word, and the two interrogators who turned around would never let Feilong go.

"Ah!? Then, when can I go back?"

"You can only leave when the general flag lets you go."

Hearing this, Feilong looked at the two menacing men, then looked around the gloomy torture room, and was speechless for a moment.