Chapter 397 Heart Palpitations

money? "

Before Huai Shi could finish speaking, a serious voice came from the crow: "Put that thing down..."

"What's wrong?"

"That thing has a curse on it."

Crow said coldly: "Don't believe this group of dead soul merchants in the abyss. Those guys are born to spread disasters. With your current rank, if you carry this thing, it won't be unexpected to die suddenly one day.

I mean the kind of inexplicable death, you know? Just one day when you are eating hot pot, drinking tea or fighting with someone, suddenly there is nothing down there. "

Suddenly, Huai Shi let go faster than being electrocuted.

He also took the original photo and took two steps back.

"Oh?"

The dead soul merchant chuckled: "Don't you like it? No wonder, after all, no one likes to accept the nature of the abyss... It seems that I am hated? Kokokokoko... Are you angry? Really? It's terrible, it's terrible, the little man in this situation is so terrible..."

He came closer, as if he wanted to say something else, but he saw the hilt of the sword that Huai Shi subconsciously pulled out of his pocket. As if he felt that there was an enemy here, a layer of bright morning light suddenly lit up on the incomplete blade of the Sword of Virtue.

With a suppressed scream, the dead soul merchant took a step back. The limbs under his black robe squirmed, but he did not dare to make any mistakes. He sucked his saliva as if he were salivating and muttered in a low voice: "Big loss, big loss this time..."

"What a shame, what a shame..."

In his arms, there seemed to be chaotic sounds catering to his sighs.

As he retreated step by step, the stall quickly shrank and actually got into his backpack on its own. After taking three steps back, he easily picked up his backpack, but glanced at Huai Shi and Yuan Zhao with a half-smile.

"Guest, the things in our store are all of high quality and low price, and they are of the highest quality..."

After saying an incomprehensible word, he melted into the shadows in the light gap, as if he had never appeared before.

In its place, only a mirror remained.

"What's going on?" Huai Shi was stunned.

"Did you get scared and run away after you were found out?"

Crow curled his lips: "These guys are like mice, they like to cause trouble, but they are very timid. If there are big legs behind them, they will do whatever they want with arrogance. If their pretense is exposed, their true colors will be revealed. He can run faster than anyone else...because he is afraid that others will chase him, so he will throw away some worthless things and beg for mercy. Hehe, he is worse than those dragon maggots."

"That thing on the ground?"

Huaishi squatted down and took a closer look at the mirror that was left behind.

It's just the kind of makeup mirror sold at ordinary street stalls for one yuan each. It has a vulgar shape and bright colors, which makes people have no desire to buy it.

"I don't know what it is." Crow glanced at it: "There are too many evil things in the abyss. I suggest you don't even touch them, just turn around and leave."

"Right."

Huai Shi nodded. He still had a few hundred kilograms of pure gold in his body. As the saying goes, a son of a thousand gold coins cannot sit down in court. As a son of five hundred gold coins, he was quite valuable, so he couldn't just pick up all the messy things.

Mainly because he remembered that the last thing he picked up home... seemed to be the Book of Destiny, and he became the No. 1, 25th member of the Astronomical Society.

What the hell would happen to him if he picked up such a thing again!

After making up his mind, he turned around and left while grabbing the original photo of the curious baby.

Only the crow looked back at the mirror on the ground with a half-smile.

In the mirror, the bustling Stellaris was reflected - but in the reflection, everything became a blur of flesh and blood, countless blister-like cysts and deformations grew from the walls of the carriage, and squirming eyes kept opening. Close it and overlook this ferocious everything indifferently.

The whole world seemed to have turned into a horror movie in an instant.

But the next moment, as the crow flapped its wings, the mirror suddenly cracked.

Turned into dust.

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The rest of the stroll was lackluster. Only a few border relics from a few large workshops were eye-catching. Unfortunately, all of them were too expensive.

Even the display items are just projections. If you buy it, the store will deliver it directly to your home by express delivery yesterday, saving customers all the trouble.

Among them, the one that Huai Shi coveted the most was a short sword that seemed to be made of crystal.

This relic named 'Matrix' was excavated from a hell vein just last year. It is a weapon naturally formed in the hell environment.

Once scratched or penetrated by this weapon, new gemstone clusters will continue to grow in the wound until the entire injured person's source of essence is drained and he is turned into a crystal mine.

Unless a more advanced relic weapon is used to forcibly dig out the wound and the crystal clusters that penetrate deep into the bone marrow, there is no chance of survival.

It can be called vicious.

The only drawback is that it will subtly transform the user, causing the user to begin to crystallize without even realizing it. When a certain limit is reached, the entire person will be integrated into this crystal dagger and become a part of it, causing the mother body to grow by an insignificant millimeter or two.

In order to avoid this trouble, the merchant buys one and gets one free, and also gives away a transformation surgery - covering the bones of the buyer's dominant hand with an extremely thin layer of cursed plating to fight fire with fire and restrain the erosion of the mother's dagger.

Anyway, it was a thick brochure, and Huai Shi gasped several times while reading it.

I deeply feel that people nowadays can do anything for the sake of strength.

After all, there are only a few people like him who can have more border relics than they can use and still not be harmed by them. Most people just make do with what they have, and there is no room for pickiness.

Those who have money, connections and are more cautious will even find alchemists of various pedigrees to customize them.

Make your selection directly in the relic catalog.

That is a list of miracles and a list of disasters kept by the Stone Cauldron Society.

When an alchemist reverse-engineers a border relic and it is proven that it can be re-achieved and is controllable, it will be registered in the relic catalog after consideration.

Today, more than 5,000 relics of various colors have been registered. In Night of the Witch, the Nail of Return to Ashes created by the alchemist Gruru is one of the representatives.

Due to the strange characteristics of disaster miracles, most mass-produced relics have many limitations and are even significantly weakened compared to the original version.

This also depends on the level of the alchemist himself and the effort he puts into it.

The most important thing is that it is controllable and knowable.

After all, no one wants to capsize somewhere because of an inexplicable curse. It would be unlucky to have the whole family die after taking something home. It would be unlucky to be implicated by some idiot and the whole city will sink deeply.

This kind of example happened more than once on the border and in the current situation, and each time it was a tragic disaster.

It's a pity that there are too few alchemists who can forge border relics.

There are only seventy-one alchemists in the world who can forge relics above S level, and each of them can be scheduled fifty years later.

For most sublimates who have no money or connections and want to become stronger quickly, they can only choose the head iron. Or, work for a large organization to make Yojim sticks. As long as you have enough ability, you don't have to worry about these things.

Anyway, it’s not that important whether it really belongs to you. Don’t we all need these things for a better meal?

Although it's not cool to say this, but most of the time, strength is often not the most important thing...

It's just rice.

It was almost evening when Huai Shi settled the matter of dinner.

It took him two hours to put his set of trophy folding knives for sale at the border chamber of commerce of the Giant Goose Group. After being evaluated by four appraisers, the manager on duty called the branch boss for instructions. , and provided Huaishi with two sales methods.

One of the simplest and most direct options is that there is a giant goose group that is willing to directly spend 90 million US dollars to purchase this set of border relics. How much it sells later has nothing to do with Huaishi's dime.

The second is to sell on consignment. Jugoose can first provide Huaishi with a deposit of 70 million, which will be deducted from the final transaction price, and Jugoose will charge an 11% service fee... So it’s said that home A great cause is a good thing. Once you open and close your mouth, you can pick out more than ten million with just one hand.

There is no way, the giant goose signboard is so expensive.

After thinking for a long time, Huai Shi proposed a third plan - he could give this set of folding knives to the Ju Goose Group for free, but the Ju Goose Group must mobilize its own channels to collect one for Huai Shi throughout the country. 'Undead Flame' and must weigh over sixteen ounces.

Barter.

It was Huai Shi's old acquaintance who finally came out to make the decision. That strange goose-shaped creature came directly to the conference room with a projection and made the decision to reach an agreement.

Lasts for three months.

Giant Goose will launch at least secondary channels to search for Huai Shi. If it is not found in the end, then this set of folding knives will be sold to Giant Goose for US$70 million.

To be honest, this condition is too harsh.

Huai Shi also suffered a bit.

But the situation is stronger than the people. There is a half-year deadline stuck here, and a month and a half has passed. Besides, if he could exchange the folding knife for the undead flame, Huai Shi wouldn't care how much he lost.

Goose Biology explained clearly: The reason for the acquisition at a price of 20 million lower than the first option was to make up for the losses caused by empty channels. Considering the size of the giant goose, 20 million is already a friendly price that gives Huai Shi face.

When Huai Shi stamped his signature and left his source of fluctuations, even the goose-shaped creature was very surprised.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

"No, I thought... you would hesitate." The goose-shaped creature coughed awkwardly: "After all, according to what we know about you, you are the kind of frugal person..."

"So my heart is bleeding."

Huai Shi rolled her eyes, her hand trembling when she signed.

Things always come first, and money that cannot be used is not as useful as a steamed bun.

Although he is used to being picky, after experiencing dozens of cruel lessons from Crow, at least Huaishi will not be picky when spending money now.

Angina is another story.

"The rest is up to you."

When Huai Shi floated out of the conference room like a soul, she suddenly felt a heart palpitation for no reason.

It is not the phantom pain caused by the loss of wealth, but the real resonance that bursts out from the chest.

The Book of Destiny is shaking slightly.

The last time I encountered this situation, it was...

Huaishi and Crow looked at each other.

"No way?"

I’ll have a meal first, and I’ll have another chapter later, because I’ve cut three thousand words…