Most of the stall owners in this Netherworld Bazaar do not accept metal coins. Charlotte even asked the stall owners of several stalls, and those dead ghosts asked for some magic materials, and some even claimed to want Charlotte's lifespan!

Hah, so you're talking about this here? I thought we were the only ones in the underworld who had a book of life and death?

Do you want my lifespan? Believe it or not, I sprinkled this bottle of holy water and turned you to ashes?

In fact, these ghosts who can travel between the two worlds through some means are not ordinary existences.

Think about it too. No matter where? Ordinary people can only live their duty. This kind of behavior takes advantage of the unequal gap between the two worlds to carry out reselling and reselling. And what ordinary people can do?

For a variety of reasons, these spirits are not able to die or travel to the realm of the gods. They wander in the underworld, suffering from that endless loneliness.

They often try to get out of their predicament by some other means. For example, if Charlotte made a deal with the ghost stall owner. A part of his life force will be traded to the stall owner as currency, and the ghost stall owner will be much better and more comfortable if he gets the life force. If Charlotte loses this part of his life force, his max health will be permanently reduced.

If you put it on an ordinary person and lose part of his vitality, his lifespan will naturally be shortened. It's as if you've aged several years in an instant.

And like the hound Kasro, he used his life as a bargaining chip. When his revenge is complete, he will probably die directly. His remaining vitality will all belong to the stall owner. So, this hound is taking revenge with his life. Death to the enemy......

This is just a matter of not accepting the golden dragon, what makes Charlotte most annoyed is that Alice actually got a lot of things with the small bits and pieces she usually collected!

Damn it! What kind of values are these dead ghost stall owners? You don't want real money! Those little things that don't need them, but I like them very much. What a fucking illiterate!

Xia Luo was so angry that she almost didn't take out her more than 200 pounds of dog to trade...... I'm out of a dog! Do you want?

Charlotte and her friends walked among the stalls, feeling like they were visiting a flea market with their friends on the weekend before they had even crossed over.

There are swords and armor sellers...... Charlotte picked up a breastplate that wasn't much bigger than a vegetable bowl.

Big brother, are you really a cuirass? Is this for halflings and gnomes? In our hometown, you only deserve to be called a heart guard. To say that it is a vest is already praising it.

There are antique sellers...... Charlotte pointed to a metal jar with a beautiful pattern trimmed with gold trim.

Big brother, don't take out your gold-rimmed urinal, don't sell it. It is better for you to leave it to your son, as a family heirloom.

There are also those who sell materials...... Charlotte picked up a palm-sized gray mushroom with a smiling face on the cap.

Big brother, what are you doing with such mushrooms?

Oh, crushed into powder, used to suck can be hallucinated, and the soul will travel to the underworld. Don't say that this mushroom is so big, it's a lot of weight.

Feed! Demon spirits? Right! Right! I called the police, there are people selling powder here! Come here, the scene is out of control.

To be honest, buyers like Charlotte who don't buy things and make trouble. If you encounter a hot-tempered person, you will already be beaten!

However, these ghost stall owners may have been dead for a long time. I have long lost my temper. If you buy it, you can talk about the price, and if you don't buy it, forget it. Don't even glance at Charlotte without even a glance.

Charlotte dangled among the stalls, wandering in a sea of complaints. Suddenly, the old brother called Charlotte to the side. He pointed to a piece of metal ore from a stall.

The metal ore was grayish-black, with a slight metallic glow, about the size of an adult's palm. It looks like a stone in a pile of coal.

However, as a senior dwarf, my brother's understanding of minerals naturally does not need to be detailed.

Charlotte asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, brother, have you found something good?" ”

The elder brother nodded, "You saw that ore, right?" It was a piece of Pyrite. It seems that the content and quality are not low. It's worth getting......"

According to my brother's explanation, the resistance effect of the dark iron to negative energy is very good.

Generally speaking, if an ordinary steel weapon is eroded by negative energy, it will decay and become unusable within a few minutes. It's as if it's been buried in the ground for many years, and it shatters when you touch it.

This is reflected in the data, which is that the durability drops very quickly.

Some warriors will always fall into disadvantage when facing undead spellcasters. One is that necromancy is too lethal to the living, and the other is that low-level weapons and armor of average quality will always break down quickly in battle.

A warrior without weapons and armor is not a tiger with its minions pulled out?

However, if you mix weapons and armor with Stygian Iron, your resistance to negative energy will become very strong.

Since the elder brother strongly recommended it to Charlotte, it was natural to find a way to buy this ore.

But what to do with the stall owner? Alice's little bits and pieces have been almost replaced. Alice's current collection is getting more and more bizarre. And not all stall owners are interested in those small bits and pieces!

Besides, it's not comfortable for Charlotte to be a big man and spend a little girl's money?

He thought, what do I have here, what can this dead ghost look up to? Do you want this? So what about you look at that again?

After a chicken-to-duck deal, the ore was finally obtained by Charlotte.

The last thing that the dead ghost stall owner fell in love with was beyond Charlotte's imagination!

He fell in love with Charlotte's leftover half of the old godmother!

It's the old godmother who realized the self-madness after stealing the broken corner and eating it once! Since then, Charlotte has not allowed him to eat Lao Gan Ma anymore. Thus leaving half a bottle......

I didn't expect to use it here!

You're a dead ghost, and you can eat?

As a result, the stall owner ate the half jar of the old godmother in front of Charlotte!

The ghost stall owner, who was originally pale and looked illusory as a whole, after eating the half jar of the old godmother, the whole person became solidified, and his face was rosy!

Although it didn't last long, the ghost stall owner still left tears of emotion. He hadn't really felt it in nearly a hundred years.

After death, you can no longer feel your body, no five senses, no sight, sound, fragrance and touch. Feel everything with the senses of a ghost, as if you were isolated from the whole world.

That's why none of these ghosts can stand this state. It's a torture with no end.

That dignified seven-foot man, after eating the old godmother, actually cried!

"Hey, big brother! Are you okay? Don't cry! Charlotte was weak at the time: Don't be an old godmother, right? I remember that bottle of old godmother, but it was a long time ago!

Otherwise, how could a seven-foot man be eaten and cried!

"I ...... Boom, I'm fine...... I just want to cry...... I didn't expect to be able to taste such delicious food after being dead for so long! Boom...... The Sprinkle family is worth it in this life~"

After the ghost stall owner finished speaking, he actually ascended to the sky in front of everyone's eyes and disappeared! I actually fulfilled my wish and returned to the kingdom of God!

No way! Ascension to heaven again! Hey? Why do I say again?

Suddenly, Charlotte and the others were surrounded by a stall owner!

A ghost rushed over: "Big brother, look at my best ancestral sword in the village!" Super easy to use! I'm going to take a bite of the old godmother! Big brother, take a look! ”

Another ghost suddenly knocked him away: "You get out of the way for me...... Big brother, look at me! Look at me! The ancestral armor is invulnerable......"

Another ghost sprang out and slapped him away: "Get away!" Big brother, my ancestral shield is the best! I'll just lick the old godmother! ”

Then another ghost grabbed him by the neck and threw him into a big ditch beside him: "It's cool there, where are you going." Then he leaned over to Charlotte and handed him a jar of gilt carvings and strange shapes.

The jar has a very unique appearance, a special sense of art, and a faint magical glow in Charlotte's focused senses!

The ghost said, "Big brother! Big brother, I don't think about it! Just let me smell it! ”

Charlotte took the beautiful and chic jar and asked, "Oh? You're not greedy. But what is this ancestral thing of yours? ”

"Big brother! Big brother, you really know the goods! This is my ancestral urinal! ”

Charlotte snapped the jar to the ghost's head and kicked him into the ditch.

"Get out of here! Roll as far as your thoughts go! Hurry up and get out! ”

Ghost: I'll be back......

Xia Luo suddenly said, isn't this the gold-trimmed urine jar stall owner who complained about just now? But this jar is not the one I saw just now, so I didn't react.

You're pretty full of styles!

"Listen to me! The bottle of the Great Heavenly Empire gourmet alchemist Tao Huabi just now, the magic secret medicine that he personally concocted, is no longer ......"

It's easy to say, Charlotte made it clear. The old godmother was only half a bottle, and she was toasted by the ascending heaven. Then the group of ghost stall owners quickly returned to their lifeless appearance, and they still need to continue to endure the boundless loneliness......

…… After strolling around for a while, just when everyone's interest faded and they were about to leave. Temojun suddenly led everyone to a stall.

"Sir, this is it! This one is especially good for broken corners! Teemo gestured to a large, swarthy, thick, long, spiked ...... in the stall Stick!

The owner of this stall seems to be a powerful warrior in his lifetime, he is extremely strong, his body is covered with tattoos, and he has many large and small long braids on his head, he looks like a barbarian from the Northlands!

He had a huge wound in his chest that was two palms long, and it looked like that was the cause of his death.

The barbarian stall owner's voice was as rough as his look, "You're Timo's friends, aren't you?" My name is Tsukuriki, and Teemo's friend is my friend. Friends don't talk about trading with each other. Take whatever you like. It's a gift from my friend to withdraw chestnut. ”

I'll it! Temo-kun, you can! In just a few moments, you'll be able to make a friend. And I will give you a gift! Are they really brothers all over the world?

Charlotte was about to say a few polite words, and then took something and left.

Teemo waved his hand directly and arrogantly, "Brother Che Liji, you treat me as a friend, how can I let you suffer?" If you don't take something today, you're looking down on me Teemo! ”

Charlotte slapped herself in the face...... You really deserve to be a "two-ribbed knife Timothys", don't want to be righteous!

Faced with this scene of brotherly love in front of her, what else could Charlotte say? Dig into your pocket!

Eventually, Charlotte flipped through her inventory and finally found something suitable for the stall owner.

It's a talisman of the dead that Charlotte only used once a long time ago!

This item is a blue fine trinket, but it is one of the three pieces of the Ghost King, and it is especially suitable for the undead. It's not cold to exchange for the big stick that Charlotte has their eye on.

That's right, the big stick that Charlotte has their eye on is a golden excellence-level weapon!