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It is said that someone bought one or two rare items in this night market with a low level, and since then he has become rich overnight, so it has attracted more people to shop here.

Six hundred years ago, some people who came to the night market to shop for goods wore masks to buy things, and a few years later, the night market in Baishan City formed the habit of wearing masks to buy things.

The monks who were in charge of the night market took the opportunity to open a mask shop at the entrance of the night market, and since it was an exclusive business, it made a lot of money every year.

Zhao Yu flew out from a high wall of the Eighth Tiger Hall of the White Tiger Gate, barely making a sound in the night.

Then Zhao Yu quickly shuttled through the streets and alleys, and arrived near the night market after half a ring.

A moment later, Zhao Yu spent 1,000 copper coins to buy a wooden monkey face mask, put it on, and left the night market.

This famous night market is really extraordinary, full of people wearing various masks walking around, and countless pairs of eyes scanning the stalls on both sides of the aisle from time to time.

Zhao Yu soon noticed that the owner of the goods here seemed to be very strange, and he didn't shout automatically, but just smiled and watched people wearing various masks walk past his stall.

Zhao Yu walked through four or five hundred stalls in a row and didn't find a single thing that caught his eye.

After half a ring, he walked to the remote stall area in the night market.

After Zhao Yu walked through hundreds of stalls in a row, he suddenly found a hunter-like man with some animal bones, a few broken stone tools, and a sword-shaped broken iron piece placed in a shabby animal skin.

The broken iron pieces are particularly conspicuous, looking rusty, and the corroded ones are about to rot.

"Look, someone actually took the broken copper and iron to the night market to fill up the money!"

"This man looks really ...... Personality!"

"This hillbilly is so funny!"

"Hahaha......"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

When many people wearing masks walked past the stalls of the big man, they couldn't help but point with their fingers and make a few jokes in their mouths. A few other women couldn't help but laugh out loud for a while.

The big man had a big black face, but he just stood indifferently and did not say a word of rebuttal.

When Zhao Yu swept the broken piece of iron at a glance, he didn't know what was going on in his mind, and suddenly there was a "buzz" sound.

"Maybe there's something strange about that piece of broken iron?" a strange thought immediately flashed through Zhao Yu's mind.

Soon Zhao Yu walked to the big man's stall, squatted down and carefully looked at the sword-shaped piece of broken iron.

"Boss, where did you get this thing?" Zhao Yu's eyes flashed, and he asked softly.

"Little brother, I am a hunter in the mountains, this thing was picked up by my grandfather by chance from a dilapidated ancient sarcophagus three hundred years ago, that year there was a great flood in the mountains, and a lot of ancient tomb burial goods were washed out from the depths of the earth. The big man said softly, with a strange look in his eyes.

That year, some of the Orions who were lucky enough to survive the 10,000-year flood picked up some ancient tomb burial goods washed out from the depths of the earth after the flood receded.

The hunters who picked up one or two burial goods from the ancient tombs became rich almost overnight, and they sold them to local merchants at high prices.

Soon, however, the hunters and merchants died mysteriously, seemingly under a terrible curse.

Although the grandfather of this big man was lucky enough to pick up a three-foot-long Senhan ancient sword from an ancient sarcophagus, when he held the ancient sword with both hands, his body suddenly shivered, and there was a gust of yin wind in his ears.

He soon noticed that the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls seemed to come from within the ancient sword.

Although he was very bold since he was a child, he was still so frightened that he fainted.

When he woke up, he was horrified to find that the ancient sword in his hand had turned into a sword-shaped piece of broken iron.

He wanted to sell it to a local merchant, but no one believed it was once an ancient sword.

Therefore, he left this sword-shaped piece of broken iron as a family heirloom to his son, who in turn passed it on to the great man in front of him.

This big man took a fancy to a girl in the same village, because her parents wanted a large amount of money, so the poor man in the family could only travel 100,000 miles to Baishan City, hoping that someone would recognize the goods and buy it at a high price.

Soon after, Zhao Yu took the sword-shaped broken iron piece less than two feet long in his hand.

He was horrified to find that there seemed to be some vague veins in the unrusted parts of the sword-shaped broken iron piece.

Suddenly, Zhao Yu's heart swelled with ecstasy, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that these patterns seemed to be completely similar to the tiny patterns in the ancient jade paintings he had obtained in Divine Sword City.

However, his face remained calm, and hardly changed.

Not long after, Zhao Yu put down the sword-shaped piece of broken iron, and then swept his gaze to the broken stone tools on the Han floor.

Then Zhao Yu deliberately pretended to take a fancy to them and talked about the price with Dahan.

The Han was anxious to use the money to return home and marry his wife, so he set the price at five gold bars.

In fact, these broken stone tools are worth at most half a gold bar.

In the end, Zhao Yu finally made a deal with the Great Han, and he bought the stone tools and the sword-shaped broken iron piece for the price of six gold bars.

Soon after, Dahan got his wish and put the rest of the stuff in his leather bag, and then left the night market in a puff of smoke.

As for Zhao Yu, he was not in a hurry to go home, and continued to wander around the stall area.

Zhao Yu walked through more than 200 stalls, and suddenly a stall in front of him was surrounded by many people.

He hurriedly squeezed into the crowd to take a look, and his eyes lit up.

I saw a tall and thin old man who looked like an old monk, holding a snow-white rabbit in his hand, with a pair of sapphire-like eyes, hair like white jade, and a pair of small wings, which was very cute.

Zhao Yu knew at a glance that it was not an ordinary rabbit, but a little spirit rabbit.

The spirit rabbit is one of the hundreds of spirit beasts in the Wanzhou Continent, and it likes to eat all kinds of elixirs.

When the monks caught the rabbit, they used it to find the elixir.

"This little spirit rabbit is so cute, she will love it when she buys it back for me!" said a monk wearing a tiger-faced mask.

"If you buy it back and domesticate it, you will definitely make a fortune in the future. A fat man wearing a fox face mask muttered with a greedy look in his eyes.

"Grandpa, I want this little spirit rabbit, buy it quickly!" a little boy who looked like he was seven or eight years old took the hand of an old man and begged loudly.

"Although this little spirit rabbit is very extraordinary, the asking price is too high!" muttered a young man wearing an eagle-faced mask and a silk robe.

His garment was worth at least a thousand gold bars.