Chapter 2137: What I Saw

The process of Sean and others entering the ghost market was relatively smooth.

At the entrance of the ghost market, the three immortal monks with the fifth life level were responsible for checking the people entering and leaving.

A green-robed monk, a bald monk, and a sheep demon with half of its horns broken off.

These three monks also indirectly indicate the background and power structure of this ghost market.

Sean took a closer look at the bald monk.

Because this guy was different from the immortal Buddhist monks that Sean had met in the past.

This bald monk not only did not have the slightest peaceful aura that a Buddhist monk should have, but instead had a string of skull beads hanging around his neck, showing his hideous and ferocious appearance.

Including when checking the passage of Sean and others, this beast was holding the hind legs of some creature in his hand, chewing it until his mouth was full of oil.

Sean easily judged with the faceless mask that the hind legs held by this wine-eating monk were at least from a fourth-level creature.

As expected of a "ghost market" that does not conform to the laws of wizard civilization and fairyland, there are all kinds of evil demons.

However, since this place is located in the territory of wizard civilization, Sean and others do not need to worry too much.

"You look like strangers, it is best not to cause trouble after entering!"

"Hehe, our fairyland and your wizard civilization are in the honeymoon period of cooperation."

"We are just asking for food, and we don't want to cause any conflicts with you." The leading level 5 late green robe monk said, shaking a large piece of high-quality soul crystal handed by Sean.

This soul crystal is enough to be worth the admission fee of 10,000 magic coins.

Sean and others are really quite a lot of people on this trip. In addition to him, there are only three level 4 magicians, and there are hundreds of other low-level magicians who come to the ghost market to "see the world".

These low-level magicians are all on-duty personnel in the Sean Union Fortress.

This ghost market not only has a high-end auction area for Sean and other level 4 strongmen, but also an ordinary area for middle and low-level monks.

Including the fees for low-level magicians to enter the ghost market, it only ranges from dozens to hundreds of magic coins.

The organizers of the ghost market are quite meticulous in this regard. No wonder they have made such a big place, and even many powerful people in the wizard world have heard of it.

However, the first bird to be shot will be shot. Sean believes that this kind of illegal phenomenon that is half-open will be banned one day in the future.

Because of the rich rewards contained in the ghost market, the high-level figures of the wizard civilization and the fairyland may take a fancy to it one day.

And the loopholes in the economic cooperation between the two top civilizations will definitely be gradually filled.

In comparison, the smuggling trade chain that Sean secretly created in the ash land of the wizard world is hidden enough, and there are high-level creatures behind it. The future development will be longer.

Sean certainly did not come to this ghost market to cause trouble. The three fairyland monks in front of him did not even see Sean's background.

They just thought that Sean was an early level 5 magician, and the concealing function of the faceless mask was really powerful.

After nodding slightly, he did not intend to communicate too much with these "gatekeepers".

Sean, Master Bola and others immediately entered the space vortex in front of them.

Behind the vortex was the blessed land of the ghost market.

After Sean and his party entered, the monk who had been gnawing on the hind legs and had no time to talk suddenly stopped his actions.

Then he asked the green-robed monk with the highest cultivation level beside him, "Did you see any clues about the masked magician just now?"

"Why, is there something wrong with him? Just an early level 5 magician..." The green-robed monk frowned and said.

The monk was silent for a moment, and did not say anything more. He continued to gnaw on the hind legs in his hand, and vaguely said, "It may be my illusion."

On the contrary, another level 5 sheep demon did not mention Sean, but mentioned the monk holding a hatchet who entered the ghost market earlier.

"Do you think that the poor Xuanxian who just entered is the guy that Jiuji Demon King is looking for?"

"The more I look at him, the more he looks like him!" The broken-horned sheep demon exclaimed.

At the same time, it also pulled out a portrait containing spiritual power from its arms, wanting to compare.

The green-robed monk stretched out his hand to stop the sheep demon's action, and said in a deep voice, "No matter who the Xuanxian is, as long as he enters the ghost market, he must be protected by us in principle."

"Fighting is prohibited in the ghost market. This is a rule set by Elder Xuantian, Evil Buddha, and Drill Wind Demon King."

"I know you want to collect the reward from Jiuji Demon King, but if you break the rules of the ghost market in the end, we can't save you." The green-robed monk snorted coldly.

The broken-horned sheep demon snorted and reluctantly took back the spiritual power portrait in his hand.

He just kept mumbling, "Even if I don't report to the Nine Extreme Demon Lord, there will be other monks in the ghost market who will report the situation."

"A bounty of two hundred immortal jades, don't you want to earn it?" The sheep demon asked back.

The monk spat out a mouthful of broken bones and said, "Bah! You may earn this money, but you may not spend it."

"Just stay in this paradise. If you really want to earn immortal jades, why don't you go to the front line of the civilized battlefield?" The monk glanced at the sheep demon.

The sheep demon touched his broken horn at this time and said nothing.

...

Outside was an endless black starry sky, but after entering it, it was a paradise full of birdsong and flowers, and full of immortal spirit.

The means of the fairyland civilization to open up the subspace are not inferior to those of the wizard civilization.

Even the details of some subspaces are more poetic and picturesque than those of the powerful wizard civilization.

Looking at the colorful cave paradise in front of him, Thain suddenly felt a sense of sigh, whether his usually regular and tidy laboratory was a little too monotonous.

There is a lot of space in the Ghost City, and even for a level 4 or above magician like Thain, it would take a lot of time to completely explore it.

At the beginning, Thain was traveling with Master Pola and others.

But as we walked, we gradually became separated because our needs and interests were different.

"Then we agree to meet outside the ghost market." Thain said to Master Pola and others.

The Combined Space Fortress Group was parked not far outside the Ghost City. When Master Pola and others returned to the Wizarding World, they had to take Thain for a ride. At the same time, this was also their testing work for the final stage of the Combined Space Fortress.

After Master Pola and others agreed, Thain started walking around the ghost market alone.

He did not go to the deepest part of the ghost market at the beginning, the high-end areas suitable for those with level four or above, but now he wandered around in the middle and low-end areas.

The life and practice of ordinary monks in the Immortal Realm below level four are also something that Thain is very interested in.

In the process of observing these low-level monks in the Immortal Realm, Thain is also gradually understanding the top civilization of the Immortal Realm.

The high platform rises from the foundation stone.

The atmosphere and environment revealed by the middle and lower levels of these fairy lands are actually better than those of the so-called higher

The monks on the first floor are more realistic.

And while visiting the ghost market, Thain discovered that he was not the only one hiding his identity in the low-end and mid-range markets.

There was a monk with the strength of a fourth-level immortal, wearing a black robe similar to a blacksmith's uniform, and he was picking and choosing in front of a stall set up by Nascent Soul monks.

Most of the things this third-level Nascent Soul monk sells are trophies he captured on the front lines of civilized battlefields, and many of them are the wreckage of Gallente Federation warships that have been compressed in space.

There was even half a relatively complete battleship wreckage among them. I really don’t know how he got it back.

However, this method of space compression is really eye-catching.

As for the immortal who was hiding his identity, his main target was not the half of the more eye-catching wreckage of the federal warship, but after picking for a long time, he finally picked out a pile of "junk" that even the stall owner didn't know was. What a black spherical metal device.

"I want this!" Tianxian said.

"200 spirit jade, no bargaining." The Nascent Soul stage monk crossed his arms and acted coldly.

The main currencies used by monks below level 4 in the Immortal Realm are spiritual jade and yuan coins.

200 Lingyu is equivalent to 20,000 magic coins, which is not expensive.

After happily delivering the 200 spirit jade, the immortal took the metal device he received and left here happily.

Thain also knew that metal device. It should be the core power furnace of a fourth-level frigate of the Gallente Federation. I don't know how it was obtained by that third-level monk with great luck.

For such a power furnace, the recycling price given by the wizard civilization will not be less than 200,000 magic coins.

The mechanics in the City of Steel were very interested in such objects, and the Nascent Soul Stage monk who didn't know how to do it had obviously made a loss on the sale.

But this also shows the variability and randomness on the civilized battlefield. Anyone can make a fortune!

The Nascent Soul stage monk probably didn't expend much effort on his own in the process of obtaining the power furnace.

It was just found out from the endless metal ruins on a battlefield on a certain planet.

The cognitive gap between the two top civilized creatures may indeed lead both parties to "buy a casket for a pearl".

But it doesn't matter, as long as both parties think they have earned it.

Skipping the stalls of fourth-level immortals and Nascent Soul monks, Thain walked deeper into the ghost market.

In an extremely remote corner of the ghost market, Thain saw a down-and-out Taoist leaning on the ground, as if he was lame on one leg, and he was telling people's fortunes.

This down-and-out Taoist also has a fourth-level life level, but he only pretends to be a second-level golden elixir stage monk.

For this reason, there were almost no monks coming and going in front of him.

Occasionally, a creature that comes to this remote place will just look at it and then leave.

Thain was extremely curious about this person. The important point was that he was very interested in the divination method of the fairy civilization. He didn't know how it was different from the astrology of the wizard civilization.

After arriving in front of the fallen Taoist, Thain said directly, "Give me a fortune."

"500 spiritual jade." said the down-and-out Taoist.

No wonder this guy has no business. The price he offered has far exceeded the market price that the second-level golden elixir stage monk he pretended to have.

I am afraid that in the wizarding world, there is no second-level magician who is willing to spend 50,000 magic coins to let a charlatan give him a divination.

More importantly, most second-level creatures probably don't have that much money. This is the consumption range of third-level creatures.

Thain didn't care about this, and directly threw a soul crystal in front of the opponent's tattered Bagua array.

The down-and-out Taoist was not in a hurry to answer it. He raised his head and glanced at Thain, then took out a dirty tortoise shell from his arms and several flags that looked like ghostly drawings, which he planted in several directions.

Thain knows a little bit about astrology, which he learned in the Huyan fleet.

Therefore, when he saw the actions of this destitute Taoist, and the abnormal energy and law fluctuations vaguely generated in the surrounding space, the interest shown on Sean's face was obviously greater.

"What do you want to calculate?" asked the destitute Taoist.

"Whatever."

"Or you can help me calculate when my first child will be born." Sean replied.

The destitute Taoist did not answer this time, and then began to tinker with it on his own.

He first shook the tortoise shell for a long time, and then he spoke with confidence, and the ghostly painted flags around him also began to move by themselves in the process.

It was also at this moment that Sean noticed that there was a copper coin contained in the tortoise shell.

The collision sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang!" echoed around the destitute Taoist as he shook.

But strangely, other low-level monks in the surrounding market seemed not to notice what was happening here.

At this time, Sean himself also vaguely felt a strange touch of the power of destiny being spied on.

It is difficult for ordinary people to feel this. Sean feels it more deeply because he has the world-class secret treasure Wuxiang Mask as a blessing.

How to say it, this feeling makes Sean very unhappy.

The situation where his fate is seen by others is like his most private side, opening to others.

At this moment, the world-class secret treasure Wuxiang Mask was fully activated by Sean.

This is his subconscious behavior.

And Sean is not too interested in calculating when his son will be born at this time.

In the end, a mouthful of old blood spurted out of the mouth of this downtrodden Taoist.

The bright red blood directly soaked his Taoist robe, making this guy look even more embarrassed.

Several of the few white hairs on his head fell off again.

Without waiting for Sean to say anything, the Taoist threw the soul crystal back to Sean and said, "I'm sorry, I can't tell your fortune!"

After saying that, the Taoist stood up from the stall, picked up his blood-stained tortoise shell, formation diagram and other things, and ran away.

Looking at this Taoist, he disappeared in the market in the blink of an eye.

Sean was stunned and stayed where he was, not knowing what to say.

He was thinking about whether he should compensate the other party.

After all, the other party, with a level 4 body, calculated a level 5 creature like Sean, which was really difficult for him.

Besides, Sean finally used the faceless mask to cover his own aura, which was equivalent to "playing" with the other party again.

But this Taoist, this performance obviously does not require Sean's compensation.

It was also after watching the other party disappear and leave that Sean sighed, "It turns out that this guy's leg is not lame."

At the same time, on the path where the Taoist ran away and gradually disappeared.

Sean actually saw the monk holding a hatchet that he had been paying attention to.

He didn't expect that the other party would also be wandering around in this low-end market area, hiding his aura.

So Sean took the initiative to walk over.

"The next chapter will be around one o'clock~"