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"What's good? Why didn't I see it. Nangong Yuhuan glanced blankly at the stalls around him, but didn't find any good goods.

To say that although Nangong Yuhuan is not like Mu Sheng, who has been an apprentice in a pawnshop, but because of his family, what kind of good things have he not seen? I just looked around, but I didn't see any treasures.

Mu Sheng asked, raised his chin, pointed his chin to a stall, Nangong Yuhuan stared wide-eyed and saw that there were no treasures on the stall, in Nangong Yuhuan's eyes, it was just a pile of garbage, a few old bowls, some rusty bronzes, a few ordinary elixirs, a few broken books, and some yellowed talismans, and there were also scattered bodies of demon beasts, such as bear paws, antlers, tortoise shells and other things. Nothing else is out of the ordinary.

"What's there?" Nangong Yuhuan said strangely.

"Shh......h It will be inconvenient to say, and I will tell you later. Mu Sheng raised his fingers and made a silent gesture, and then took Nangong Yuhuan's hand and walked over.

The stall owner is a thin man in a gray robe, shrunk behind the gray robe, and the dim light at night and the shadow of the hood make it impossible to see his face.

Mu Sheng stepped forward, pointed to a few spirit grasses on the stall and asked the stall owner, "Boss, how do you sell these fire spirit grasses?"

The stall owner hooked his ring finger and then stretched out his sleeve, Mu Sheng squatted down and put his hand in, and after some gestures, Mu Sheng pulled his hand out, and pointed to a huge and complete tortoise shell on the stall and said: "Boss, how do you sell this tortoise shell?"

The stall owner also hooked his ring finger, and then stretched out his sleeve again, Mu Sheng shook his head, hooked his little thumb and said: "Your tortoise shell is not obtained by killing the spirit beast, but the spirit beast itself is upgraded and transformed and fell off, and the spiritual power is almost completely empty, and you can only make some ordinary medicines, not to make elixir, let alone armor." ”

After hearing this, the gray-robed man paused and said: "Having said that, this tortoise shell is so big that it can be used as a small table, and it can be regarded as a strange commodity to live in, and it is not traded without spirit stones." ”

The gray-robed man spoke in a hoarse and ugly voice, as if he deliberately lowered his voice, but his tone was very firm, and there was no accommodating meaning.

Mu Sheng sighed and put his hand into the stall owner's sleeve again. Or, took out his hand and took out ten low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag and paid them to the stall owner, and then put the spirit grass into the storage bag, because the tortoise shell was too large, it was not suitable for either the storage bag or the wooden fish, Mu Sheng had no choice but to take out a long rope from the storage bag, and use the rope to carry the tortoise shell on his back.

Nangong Yuhuan looked at his sleeves and smiled: "Brother Musheng, this is the good thing you said, right? Although I didn't see anything good, but when you carry this turtle shell, it's funny, and it really looks like a turtle spirit." ”

Mu Sheng said with a little embarrassment: "There's no way this thing is too big to receive storage space, so I have to carry it, and when I go back, I will make it into a table and a dresser, so that you will have a place to dress up in the future." And outside, it's better to call me virtuous. ”

Nangong Yuhuan stuck out his tongue and said, "I forgot about this stubble, I will pay attention to it in the future, then thank you." As he spoke, he reached out and knocked on the turtle shell on Mu Sheng's back: "Haha, is it still very hard." ”

The two laughed and walked back from the forest, because of the turtle shell on his back, Mu Sheng was not in the mood to go to the market, Nangong Yuhuan saw that they were all old goods, and naturally they didn't want to go shopping anymore, so they quickly withdrew from the ghost city center.

The two of them suddenly heard a miserable cry, the voice was not loud, it seemed that they were deliberately suppressed and did not dare to let it out, but they couldn't help but make people's hearts tighten, and a miserable feeling rose for no reason, the cry was shrill and thin, like a child and a woman's voice.

Nangong Yuhuan followed the prestige, and saw that there were many shadows in the mist of the forest, both adults and children, and the poignant cry came from here.

Nangong Yuhuan couldn't help but walk over there when she heard it, Mu Sheng hurriedly grabbed her sleeve and said, "It's better to be nosy in the ghost market." ”

"But...... The cry sounded so bleak. Nangong Yuhuan also felt that something was wrong, and stopped to explain.

"This ...... We don't know what it is, what if people don't want to be disturbed?"

Nangong Yuhuan hesitated and said, "Hey, okay then." "I'm leaving.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a crisp sound of 'pop', like the sound of a whip hitting something, and the cries in the forest immediately burst out, and the chaos was terrible.

Nangong Yuhuan couldn't help but immediately walked towards the crying place again, Mu Sheng sighed, and had to follow behind him, and when the two of them got closer, they saw that under a big tree, a group of people were around, and the big tree was exactly in a circle, and there were two adults under the tree, waving a leather whip and whipping a little boy under the tree, and several children next to it were crying.

Mu Sheng couldn't help frowning when he saw this scene, knowing that he had met a trafficker who bought and sold children in the ghost market. The sound of the whip sounded again, still drawn at the little boy, the little boy's face was pale, white and almost transparent, the whip hit his body, the skin was rotten, but there was not much blood flowing out, the person who started it still left a sense of proportion, only picked up the back and chest were not the vital parts of the whip, but his face was not hurt by a point.

The little boy clenched his teeth, but he didn't snort, but the child next to him had already cried into an ocean.

"Let you be disobedient, let you be disobedient, and all who disobey will be punished. The big man whipped the boy one after another.

Another big man shouted: "If you want to buy children, come quickly, there are only a few children in this batch, and they are all smart and clever." ”

"You, come and sing a song to this uncle. The big man pointed to a little girl.

The little girl had already cried and was already dazed, but at this moment, when she saw the big man pointing at her with the tip of her whip, she moved over timidly, and cried before she could speak.

"What are you crying about? Howling and mourning? Crying again, Lao Tzu will beat you to death. The big man scolded viciously.

The little girl was drunk by this big man, and began to sing, but this singing was not out of tune at all, but even so, the girl's voice could be heard very crisp.

"How is it, are you satisfied?" asked a buyer next to him with a flattering expression.

The buyer wore a thick robe, and the shaggy robe wrapped himself so tightly that even his face was hidden in the fur collar.