In an inconspicuous alley in the eastern district of Jianye City, there is a small shop specializing in handicrafts.

The so-called handicrafts, to put it bluntly, are swords and weapons. In the new era, people generally have a great interest in cold weapons, and even for the most powerful people, cold weapons are definitely more trustworthy than hot weapons, so there is no such thing as "controlled knives" in the new era, even if you walk on the street, you can often see young people with swords on their backs.

It's just that for most people, weapons are just decorations, and this kind of people's requirements for the appearance of weapons are far greater than the practical requirements.

However, in the eyes of the shopkeeper, the young man with a scar in front of him was obviously not the kind of flashy guy, he had been dealing with weapons all year round, and he could see at a glance that the scars on this person's face were all scars.

And when the young man entered the door, he didn't even look at the beautiful swords hanging on the wall, and went straight to himself and asked to buy the best quality.

"I said, boss, you don't have any decent weapons here?" Wang Hao held a stainless steel dagger and waved it a few times at will, and the ability to control the cold weapon made him easily feel that this dagger was not as good as the original military thorn, so he casually threw it back to the counter.

"And you're looking at this?" The shopkeeper took out a thorn from under the counter.

The hand spur is a Qimen weapon, more than 30 centimeters, the back end can be put on the wrist, and the front part is the appearance of a half-handled sword, which is somewhat similar to the equipment of an assassin.

Wang Hao stabbed his hand stab back and forth on his arm a few times, and found that it was not suitable, and regardless of the material, he didn't like the shape of this thing alone.

Compared with weapons such as hand stabs and daggers, Wang Hao prefers those that can be opened and closed, such as knives.

Looking at Wang Hao's actions, the shopkeeper knew that this young man didn't like it again, so he couldn't help but pout, and helplessly spread his hands and said: "Little brother, I also have good goods here, but the price..."

"I said boss, you're mistaken." Wang Hao threw his hand on the counter and said with a smile: "I'll worry about the money; The problem of goods is what you should worry about. ”

The boss raised his head and looked at Wang Hao carefully, the person in front of him was dressed as a migrant worker, but his speech and demeanor were obviously very high-grade.

Thinking of the scars on his face and his knowledge of weapons, the shopkeeper couldn't help but guess that this guy might be a retired master of the elite guard of some adult.

"You come with me." The boss beckoned to Wang Hao, turned around to open a door curtain, and entered the small courtyard behind the storefront.

Wang Hao followed up and took a look, there were hammers, anvils, and even a small blast stove in the yard, and there were rows of metal bars of various materials on the surrounding walls, which should be the place where the shopkeeper made weapons.

The shopkeeper took out a long black knife from the shelf on the side, nodded with satisfaction, and then handed it to Wang Hao: "Look at whether this knife will work, if it doesn't work again, I won't be able to do it." ”

Wang Hao took the knife, and did not use his superpower to sense it for the time being, but looked at it first with his first impression.

This long knife is somewhat similar to a Japanese katana in appearance, but the details are different, less of the katana's a bit weird, more of a tough taste, and more biased towards the shape of Tang knives and Miao knives.

The whole body of the knife is black, which can avoid reflection when shooting, Wang Hao stroked it with two fingers, and was a little surprised to find that this layer of black was not painted, but some special materials were added when it was built.

"Good stuff!" Wang Hao couldn't help but praise it, the first impression of this knife was that it was murderous, which was completely different from that kind of decorative sword. Then using the cold weapon to control, it was immediately found that this knife was doped with some rare metals, making it far more strong and sharp than ordinary steel, and even more vigorous than the so-called "stainless steel".

"The little brother is very knowledgeable." The shopkeeper looked proud, picked up an iron rod the thickness of his thumb from the corner of the wall and held it up in front of Wang Hao, and raised his chin: "Try the knife!" ”

Wang Hao didn't say a word, he picked up the knife and cut it.

With a soft clang, the iron rod was cut from it, and the break was smooth and flat.

"Boss, what level of superpower are you?" Wang Hao looked at the edge of the black knife, there was no damage, and judging from the feel of cutting the iron bar just now, this knife is definitely not something that can be made by ordinary manual or machine processing.

The shopkeeper looked up proudly: "Good eyes! I've already made a third-order molding, and this knife has black iron, red copper, and carbon essence added to it, if it weren't for the third-order shaping ability, I really wouldn't be able to do it. ”

"Let's just talk about the money." Wang Hao decided to ask for this knife, and it seemed that this knife was very compatible with his second-order cold weapon control just now.

Fit is a very mysterious statement, there is no reason at all, it all depends on the feeling of the person who has the cold weapon control skills, the higher the fit, the more the role of the weapon can be played, and the greater the power of the cold weapon control skills.

"Even the knife with the sheath, 50,000, no two prices! If you're a connoisseur, you should know that the price isn't too high. The shopkeeper said.

Hearing this price, Wang Hao was a little embarrassed, 50,000 yuan is indeed not high, the problem is that he doesn't have it.

Holding this black knife, Wang Hao was reluctant to put it down.

"Okay!" Wang Hao only hesitated for a moment, and immediately agreed, and then said, "But you have to help me transform it again." ”

"No problem, how to transform?" The shopkeeper was also happy to see that the business was done. He was born as a craftsman, and although he was also a businessman, he still hoped that his proud work could fall into the hands of a knowledgeable person.

Wang Hao pointed to the blade and gestured: "Most of the front half of the front will be changed to a zigzag shape for me." Make a little bit of a small particle around the handle. ”

"Well, wait a minute!" The shopkeeper glanced at Wang Hao in some surprise, but without saying a word, he took the knife and put it on the blast stove.

The blade has been changed to a serrated shape to increase the lethality, and there are small particles around the handle that can be held more firmly to prevent the hand from slipping. With such a slow transformation, the black knife suddenly became a pure killing weapon.

No need to ask, this young man must be used to kill people, this kind of person's affairs are not something that he can manage as a small shop owner, and he won't even ask, anyway, as long as the other party pays for it.

The long black knife was in the heat of the flames, the shape did not change at all, and the color did not change at all, the shopkeeper tightened his grip on the hilt, shook his wrist slightly, and then grabbed a handful of powder from his pocket and threw it on the hilt.

In Wang Hao's dark night vision, it can be found that a trace of strange energy gushed out from the shopkeeper's hand and injected into the black knife, and the shape of the black knife gradually changed a little.

After the black knife was burned in the fire for more than ten minutes, the shopkeeper suddenly pulled the black knife out of the fire and put it on the anvil, grabbed a small hammer in his right hand, and quickly hit the ** dozens of times in a row.

After the thrashing, the blade looked no different at first glance.

However, under Wang Hao's perceptual ability to probe, a row of tiny serrations like shark teeth actually appeared on the blade, and the lethality was not the same as before.

But in the whole process of building, with Wang Hao's current third-order sensory ability, he couldn't see what technique the shopkeeper used, and he actually relied on an ordinary-looking small hammer to open a row of serrations on this exaggerated black knife within a minute.

"Awesome!" Wang Hao gave a thumbs up, this time it was not that the knife was powerful, but that the shopkeeper's shaping ability was powerful, and he made the hammer himself, I am afraid that the sawtooth did not come out, and the hammer would be cut off by the black knife blade first.

After the shopkeeper did all this, he didn't need to soak in water, and as soon as his arm shook, he saw a hot air coming out of the black knife, and the temperature suddenly dropped, he took out the scabbard from the weapon rack, inserted the black knife into it, and handed the knife to Wang Hao with the sheath.

"Look, whether you're giving cash or a credit card, we don't accept checks here." The shopkeeper asked with a grin.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any money." Wang Hao took out the black knife, slashed in front of him, and then looked at the shopkeeper with the same smile.

"You! What do you mean? The shopkeeper subconsciously took two steps back, swallowed his saliva and asked a little unnaturally: "You, you won't be a robber, right?" ”

Wang Hao glanced at the shopkeeper, there were two not long fangs on the corners of his mouth, there was a not very pure light red in his eyes, his fingernails were long and black, and there was still a lot of rust between his nails due to the perennial iron.

All in all, this is an ordinary new human, who eats by his craft, oh no, by shaping superpowers.

Wang Hao sighed in his heart, dispelling the idea of hacking this guy to death with a knife, and killing people in downtown areas is easy to be discovered.

Unless you are prepared to make a reckless havoc in the new world and die a heroic death, in the city, you have to follow the rules of the game, in other words, at least obey the law on the surface.

"I'll exchange my blood for two pounds of old human blood." Wang Hao said.

This time the shopkeeper was stunned.

The blood of old humans is in short supply, and it is difficult for ordinary people to drink blood directly, so they eat and drink some food and drinks mixed with blood. Even if it is a nobleman, he can only receive it regularly, and two catties of blood are already two months' supply for a third-class baron.

Of course, the guy with the title either has strong combat power or a strong guard, or at least has his own way, whether it is hunting old humans or secretly buying it, he can obtain far more blood than the supply.

"Why, you don't want to?" Wang Hao frowned, his two fangs gradually revealed the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were glowing with blood red that could not be dissolved.

"No, no, no, yes." The shopkeeper immediately calculated in his heart, the kind of blood in the world, there are only two drops of blood in a box, and it will be sold for dozens of yuan, and the value of two catties of blood has far exceeded 50,000 yuan.

In fact, in the new world, it is common for the lone master of the new human race to use blood as currency, and there is even a special black market, and the blood of the old human has become another hard currency in many underground worlds, but Wang Hao doesn't know it.

"You go out and wait for me." Wang Hao pointed to a black plastic bag behind him, which contained pork, and the shopkeeper probably thought that the plastic bag was blood, so he hurriedly took a wooden bucket and put it in front of Wang Hao, and turned around and went back to the front storefront.

Using his perception to make sure that no one was peeking around, Wang Hao slashed his wrist, put about four or five hundred milliliters of blood in the bucket, and then filled it with tap water.

If the blood of ordinary old humans is wine, and the blood of pure-blooded humans is two-pot vodka, if you don't mix it with water, it will be exposed immediately, Wang Hao doesn't want the shopkeeper to drink blood and go to the police station to report to the police that he has met a liar.

After that, the thing was very simple, the shopkeeper felt that he had taken a big advantage, and happily sent Wang Hao away.

Before going out, the shopkeeper asked Wang Hao to choose a name for the knife according to the custom.

Wang Hao squinted at the sawtooth blade, suddenly smiled, and said two words: "Tiger teeth!" ”

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Why is it called Huya, because my editor is Huya~~~ I don't know if it's because of the tiger teeth, next time I will take a photo to take a look at it