Ye Xingchen groped step by step on the streets of Jingnan City according to the detailed address given by Aike, as a world-class city, Jingnan City not only has a large population, but also a large urban area.

Even if he lived here for a year, Ye Xingchen didn't dare to say that he had walked through one-thousandth of the city.

Finally in front of a pork shop, Ye Xingchen stopped, and the butcher who was selling meat had a coin hanging on his chest, an angel on one side, a demon on the other, and a thorny rose on the side of the ring.

The butcher's other identity is that of a ghost, and he doesn't even hide it, because no one will notice that in this inconspicuous little corner, a dirty butcher will have a coin with a special meaning hanging around his neck.

EA people are not yet abundant to this extent, especially now that big and small things are going on one after another, and they can't care about going to the corners of the world.

The identity of a butcher who did not do well was the last disguise of this ghost.

The butcher keenly noticed that Ye Xingchen had been watching him, so he scolded angrily: "What do you look at the little rabbit cub, yes, there are flowers on his face?"

Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, not angry, this ghost is quite different, shouldn't they all have been trained in aristocratic etiquette, no matter how you say it, they are all from big families.

Therefore, this must be a kind of assessment, which is used to distinguish who is a customer who wants to go to the underground black market and who is a passerby.

The butcher's hideous face, if it was an ordinary person who had been scared away, his business would definitely not be good, but his duty itself is not to do business.

Seeing that Ye Xingchen didn't leave, the butcher didn't pay attention to it, and continued to cut his own meat, and for about five minutes, the butcher raised his head again.

Ye Xingchen still looked at him with a smile, and he didn't mean to leave at all.

"Half a pound of pork?"

"Mixed fat."

The butcher nodded, cut a piece of pork, fat and lean by exactly half, and threw it on the scale, probably a little more and cut it off a little more.

"It's exactly half a catty, the meat is the best meat, pay for it."

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Ye Xingchen was a little shaken in his heart, he couldn't really be a meat seller, right?

No, he was almost confused, he was a ghost, a real ghost, a ghost to sell meat, even if the Shuanglin Confederation was far away from the Antarctic continent, there was no need for this.

Ye Xingchen remained motionless, staring at the butcher until he stared at the butcher all over his body.

Invisibly, Ye Xingchen inevitably leaked a trace of murderous aura, and after walking on the battlefield a few times, once he looked at people with an expressionless face, he would have a bad aura, and even he didn't know very well.

"You want to go down there?" The butcher's tone changed suddenly.

"That's right." Ye Xingchen replied affirmatively.

"Then come with me." The butcher's tone is a lot softer, and those who can enter the underground black market are either rich or expensive, I'm afraid this kid is a son-in-law.

The butcher threw away the cut half catty of pork and stuffed it directly into the trash can, Ye Xingchen glanced at it when he passed by, there were already more than a dozen copies lost inside, and it seemed that at least more than ten people entered from here.

"I haven't seen you before." The butcher didn't say a word.

"Today, I used to come from other places."

"I see, but try not to change entrances as much as possible, it will cause unnecessary trouble."

"Today is an unexpected ......"

"Understand, the ticket, all keep an eye on that ticket, and no one wants to delay time." The butcher didn't wait for Ye Xingchen to explain, and directly made up a reasonable excuse on his own.

This is very good, Ye Xingchen will not be stupid to expose it, and this excuse is indeed very good, and it explains his behavior very well.

The butcher took Ye Xingchen into an alley, the alley was dirty, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned up for many years.

When I came to the end of a small dilapidated house, the interior was neat with walls and floor tiles, which was extremely clean and comfortable.

The butcher went to the back wall of the hut and asked, "You can take the money with you, but you will not be allowed to come in or out." ”

"Don't worry, there is enough money to buy you 10,000 butchers, money, it's all a trivial matter." Ye Xingchen said confidently with the mobile phone on his wrist.

"Good luck then, get your ticket and you'll be able to save your fate."

"Thank you."

The butcher taps a few times on the wall to create a vocal sound, which should have some kind of voice control inside, and when the percussion sound satisfies a certain rhythm, it can be turned on.

In terms of technique, the butcher must have special training, otherwise it is impossible to easily knock out vocal music that fits the fixed rhythm.

The wall turned sideways, and a dark passage appeared in front of them, and the butcher stood aside and made a gesture of please, smiling very politely.

Ye Xingchen walked in slowly, the speed was not very fast and not very slow, which made the butcher a little anxious but not easy to urge.

A sharp blade slashed past Ye Xingchen's ear, followed by the second sharp blade, the butcher suddenly attacked, and the right hand that did not hit the target threw away the first sharp blade, ready to draw a new one.

However, he already had a gold-embroidered dinner knife in his chest, when did it ...... Ye Xingchen knew, he didn't say it.

The butcher fell to the ground, leaning on Ye Xingchen's heels, the size of the embroidered gold table knife was not long, but it just hit the heart, fatally wounded.

Ye Xingchen took back the "weapon" that had not been used for a long time, wiped it on the butcher's body, and then took off the death coin around his neck.

The wall was closed, and the butcher's body lay in the small room at the end of the alley, where it would not be found.

Ye Xingchen didn't know how the other party found out that he was not a simple customer, yes, he was a customer who was not ready to spend money to buy tickets.

It may be for cash, it may not be possible to change the entrance at will, it may be that his breath is exposed, but this does not change anything.

The ghost is indeed extraordinary, but he is overconfident in his own strength, and he always feels that he can solve Ye Xingchen at the destination.

When the first light from an ancient incandescent lamp entered Ye Xingchen's eyes, an open space appeared around.

It was already filled with hundreds of people, and judging from the humble shops on both sides, there should be a lot of people doing business here, but now they were all deserted.

All of them were rushing for tickets, and they gathered in the center of the underground space, in a circular building, waiting for the auction to take place.

happened to meet the one that was about to start, but there was only one ticket, which must belong to him Ye Xingchen.

"Distinguished customer, are you here for the auction?" A male servant greeted him and asked.

"Yes, it's my first time here, can you point me out?" Ye Xingchen asked.

"Yes, but you need to pay a 1,000 yuan referral fee, and you should understand that nothing is free here, except for the air."

"Okay." Ye Xingchen used his mobile phone to transfer a sum of money to the male servant, he was distressed, and suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have a salary, shouldn't Zhao Wei pay some salary?

"Okay, please come here." As soon as the manmaid saw that the money had arrived, his smile suddenly became brighter, and he had to bow 90 degrees when he made a "please" gesture, and he was extremely courteous.