The stall owner stretched out three fingers, which means the number 'three', as for the units behind, it is all up to the customers to guess, which is to find out in the jargon.

Liu Yuenan naturally didn't understand, but thinking that the price should not be low, he had an idea in an instant with a turn of his mind.

chuckled: "Three hundred! It's so expensive, it's worth my living expenses for more than half a month. ”

When the stall owner heard this, he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood in anger, and the third child standing behind him simply shook his head and left, submerging into the darkness again.

The stall owner was so stunned that his face turned blue, and it took a long time to recover his strength, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Little brother, you will be beaten to death if you negotiate so randomly." ”

Liu Yuenan shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, and chuckled: "You just say a real number, I am a layman, how can I guess what you think in your heart." ”

The stall owner hesitated, thought for a while, and still told Liu Yuenan that the price of this ancient sword was 30,000 yuan, not 300 yuan.

Liu Yuenan stuck out his tongue, this was too far from his imagination, he thought that his asking price was at most three thousand, after all, this is a ghost market, which Cheng thought, this guy really dared to ask for a price.

Liu Yuenan put down the ancient sword, waved his hand, and said with some regret: "I'm just a sophomore, where did I get the 30,000 quick money, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." ”

At the moment when Liu Yuenan put down the ancient sword, he suddenly felt a shock coming from inside the scabbard, as if something wanted to come out, or rather, he and the blood-colored ancient sword in the scabbard had already given birth to some kind of special induction.

This feeling is too strange and too weird, Liu Yuenan couldn't believe it, and quietly tried it twice, and he could clearly feel the vibration in the scabbard.

The stall owner saw Liu Yuenan's hesitation, so he lost no time in stepping forward and whispered: "Little brother, this price is dead, we are alive, we can discuss it again!" ”

After speaking, the stall owner stretched out two fingers, lowered his voice and said: "This ancient sword is indeed an underground thing, if it can be sent to the auction table, I believe it can be auctioned at a good price against the sky, how about it?" Isn't it a good deal! ”

Liu Yuenan rolled his eyes and asked unceremoniously: "Since it is so valuable, why do you still set up a stall in the ghost market to sell, isn't this putting the cart before the horse?" ”

The stall owner was obviously hit by Liu Yuenan seven feet, and immediately became embarrassed, smiled wryly, and then justified: "This is a business!" From ancient times to the present, we have paid attention to a beginning and an end, and everyone has to do the end, what profit is there at all? ”

Without waiting for Liu Yuenan to refute, the stall owner then chuckled and said: "You won't suffer any loss in this business, how about little brother, let's have a good chat!" ”

Liu Yuenan nodded noncommittally, then pulled out the ancient sword, and looked at it carefully, he hadn't looked at it seriously before, but now when he looked at it, Liu Yuenan's face changed a little.

He pointed to the bright red blood color on the blade of the sword, and said to the stall owner in horror, "Have you noticed that there is something wrong with this color?" ”

The stall owner sneered, "It's old, and it's normal for rust to get invaded by the moisture underground!" ”

Liu Yuenan shook his head and said with a serious face: "Why do I look like bright red blood. ”

The stall owner's face became very unsightly, and there was a faint cold sweat oozing out, he took the blood-colored ancient sword, put it under his nose and sniffed it, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He chuckled: "I'm sure, this is definitely not a bloodstain, I can't smell the slightest smell of blood, even if it has been thousands of years, the smell of blood will not disappear completely." ”

Liu Yuenan also took it and smelled it, there was indeed no bloody smell, but this color was ......

Liu Yuenan looked at it carefully, his face suddenly changed again, and when he got closer to the light, he could see more clearly, the front end of the sword blade was missing a small piece, although it was not very big, but it destroyed the artistic conception of the entire ancient sword.

Looking along the gap, Liu Yuenan's face became even more ugly, and a black and faint crack extended to the center of the sword blade, and the blade was broken in two as soon as it was touched.

Seeing Liu Yuenan raise his eyes, the stall owner spit out a mouthful of phlegm with a gloomy face, and said unhappily: "The price is cut by half, and you still don't suffer." ”

Liu Yuenan couldn't help but sneer, and simply stretched out five fingers and shook them.

The stall owner gritted his teeth, and it could be seen that he was suppressing his anger.

Liu Yuenan shook his fingers again, and the stall owner snorted angrily: "It's too low, five hundred...... I might as well throw it in the toilet. ”

Liu Yuenan also snorted coldly, and said calmly: "I also see that this blood-colored remnant sword is related to me, so I am willing to pay the price of five fingers, if I change to someone else, let's not say if I can pull out this remnant sword in the sheath, even if I can pull it out, I am afraid I will stay away, after all, this bloody ancient sword is not a good thing at first glance, buy it home...... I'm afraid it's also a disaster......"

Without waiting for Liu Yuenan to finish speaking, the stall owner waved his hand with an obscure face, signaling Liu Yuenan to stop talking and hurry up to make a deal.

Liu Yuenan was stunned, and then he reacted, just now he swore to sell 30,000 blood-colored remnant swords, but now he is so cheap, and the face of this stall owner has become fast enough!

While he was paying, Liu Yuenan asked about the origin of the blood-colored sword, and the stall owner sighed, revealing a little sadness.

He sighed and said: "This ancient sword is indeed something underground, for which the sand diggers have been almost destroyed, according to the accounts of the few sand diggers who escaped from the ground, they met a very strange thing when they went to the ground, like a withered tree, but like a legendary dryad, able to suck the essence blood of humans. ”

The stall owner sighed deeply, then pointed to the blood-colored remnant sword and said, "According to the sand digger who handed over the sword to me, this ancient sword was picked up under that demon tree, and it should be extraordinary. ”

Liu Yuenan was a little confused when he heard this, since the demon tree could suck human essence blood, how could anyone be so bold and dare to go to the demon tree to pick up things?

The stall owner also realized the loophole in his words, and hurriedly sneered: "Little brother smiled, the matter was reversed by me, it was those sand diggers who picked up this ancient sword, the demon tree grew, because it felt extraordinary, so the people who desperately fled back to the ground brought this sword with them, but they didn't think that no one could pull out the ancient sword in this scabbard, so I asked me to resell this ancient sword to someone who was destined." ”

Liu Yuenan sounded a little sarcastic, what is called resale, it is clearly trying to trick people.

After paying the money, Liu Yuenan didn't stay, and hurriedly left with the ancient sword.

Only then did he walk thirty or forty steps away, and he heard the voice of the third child: "Is it sold like this?" Will it bring some bloody disaster to that kid! I feel that the ancient sword is extremely evil, not like some kind of mascot! ”

The stall owner chuckled and said nonchalantly: "Except for such a stunned young man, who would pay for such a thing, hurry up and close the stall, today's business is over." ”

Liu Yuenan turned back from a distance, and saw that the person called 'Lao San' had once again walked out of the darkness, and the stall owner had already begun to clean up the stall, and his movements were very fast, which made Liu Yuenan feel deceived.

The third child stepped forward to help, and said in confusion: "That ancient sword is really strange!" No matter how many people try to pull it out, he can pull it out alone, big brother, why do you say this? ”

The stall owner stopped what he was doing, sighed sadly, shook his head, and chuckled: "This may be the so-called fate!" Or ......"

In the distance, Liu Yuenan didn't hear the stall owner's next words, and he probably didn't say anything either.

He chuckled disappreciatively, and walked to the old clothes stall not far away, he had to find another fig leaf for the blood-colored remnant sword, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to bring this ancient sword back to the Wei family's courtyard.