Zhao Xu actually didn't want to spoil other people's treasures, he really didn't mean to.

What's in it for him?

When a person makes a loud noise in front of a stall, stirs up nonsense, or even fights, and then goes to the next stall, people will definitely not have a good impression of him, and the vendors in the entire vegetable market will not have a good impression of him, and when he reports the price of vegetables, he will raise his nerves a little bit, and he will tense his nerves to prevent this "neurotic" from attacking again.

It can only be blamed that his body is too "greedy", and as soon as he comes into contact with other people's treasures, he directly absorbs other people's inscriptions, and there is no warning at all.

"22 days 9:49. ”

This is the countdown to the crossing when Zhao Xu first entered the city.

"20 days at 16:17. ”

This is the countdown to the crossing after devouring the inscription, which shows that the special energy contained in this inscription is of high quality.

"Boss, sorry for breaking your stuff. Zhao Xu didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and apologized: "I don't know if this thing can be repaired?" ”

"Mr. Zhao!" Du Qiang got up from the ground and looked very weak: "I went crazy just now, and people are also legitimate means of defense...... Thank you for saving me, but I can't bother you anymore. ”

Du Qiang knew that he had been a pig teammate once, and he was already very desperate when he learned that it was impossible to resurrect his mother.

The idea of resurrecting his mother has always been the spiritual pillar of his miserable life, and now he knows that everything is just a dream, and it is no wonder that he will collapse just now.

"This boss, I am willing to take all the responsibility, kill or kill, listen to and respect, and have nothing to do with anyone else. Du Qiang said to the stall owner next to him.

Even if he had to pay it with his life, he didn't care, he had already died once and became a ghost, he didn't mind dying again, he hoped that this time he would die completely.

The stall owner was both angry and frightened, of course, Zhao Xu broke his baby "Soul Bell", and the fear was naturally the same reason, this "Soul Bell" was not a common thing, even in this Taishan Mansion, only high-level ghosts were qualified to equip it.

Many years ago, he spent a lot of money to get such a treasure from elsewhere, and if it was just touched by someone, it would be broken.

You must know that if an ordinary soul touches the soul bell, it will immediately disperse, and if a mortal only vaguely hears the bell, he will immediately go crazy and not recognize his relatives.

The fact that this person in front of him was sacred made the stall owner fearful.

Zhao Xu didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and the stall owner was also afraid of getting into trouble - he didn't even have the qualifications to enter the trade hall, and he was still excluded from the outermost part of the stall outside.

Obviously, the person in front of him is likely to be a big man who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, and the most unfortunate thing is that he is related to the big man or something, otherwise there would be no such means.

The stall owner is in his fifties, not a teenage hairy boy stunned, a person of this age, he already knows the destiny of heaven, knows how to advance and retreat, and does things with a tendon, and does not shed tears if he does not enter the coffin, that is what children do.

"Ahem...... The ghost slave should be disciplined well......" The stall owner bowed his head and said: "This guest officer, I can't repair this bell, I spent two ...... back then." I bought it for 200 yuan, and now I can pay 100 yuan if you count the depreciation. ”

What can be bought for two hundred dollars, and two thousand dollars can't be bought, okay?

Zhao Xu didn't expect the stall owner to be quite talkative, so he didn't say anything more, and immediately paid for compensation.

............

What happened here, the people who set up stalls in the distance actually saw it, so in the next time, where Zhao Xu walked, the vendors even stopped selling, for fear that Zhao Xu would be attracted to their stalls and cause trouble.

Even some of the customers who were shopping gave way to Zhao Xu one after another, for fear of being found wrong.

This feeling is just like the ancient gentlemen who went to the streets, and the people have changed one after another.

Zhao Xu smiled bitterly and shook his head, it seems that it is better to go around the venue first.

I didn't get any more fees to enter the venue.

The internal space of this venue is very large, and those outside who sit on the ground and sit on the stall is different, the booths here are very tall, according to the varieties sold, divided into a lot of areas, the booths of the whole exhibition hall are neatly arranged, in the shape of "back", in the center of the venue, is a miniature Taishan model of thirty or forty meters high, under the model, another big booth, the word "consignment" is written on the side of the booth.

Zhao Xu was sightseeing along the booth nearby, if he could still identify the things on the stalls outside the exhibition hall, he was very unfamiliar with the things on the booths in the venue.

For example, cans of colorful mist, such as the pure white feathers of some unknown birds, such as grotesque shaped figures......

There are even some "sales staff" in the booth who are clay figurines like terracotta warriors, their expressions are rich, their movements are smooth, and they look particularly mad.

Zhao Xu walked into one of the booths, and the clay figurines stepped forward and enthusiastically introduced the goods on the shelves, as if they were just real people with makeup.

"Hello sir, you came at the right time tonight, we just put on a small batch of 'Dream Bottles'" The clay figurines pointed to the colored smoke in a row of glass bottles, and said colorfully: "It contains the latest 'Life Winner' series of memories, buy a bottle and put it in the bedroom, enough for you to have a full 3 months of dreams, whether it is the emperor and the general, or the rich and rival the country, or the three thousand beauties in the harem, even if it is the dragon Aotian-style life in YY, plus the full collection of royal sisters, Lori, soft girls, tsundere, black silk long legs...... We have a complete variety, only you can't imagine, no one we are out of stock! We guarantee that all the senses are absolutely real and the sense of substitution is 100% ...... 300-year-old shop, absolutely trustworthy!"

"......" Zhao Xu looked at this clay figurine with strange eyes, and for a moment, he felt that this guy was a film seller.

The legendary "being targeted by the seller of films" turned out to be this feeling.

If this thing is sold in real society, it will definitely sell out, right?

"Can ordinary people use this thing?" Zhao Xu couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, you joked, of course this is not something that ordinary people can afford, because this is made of ordinary people's soul fragments, and mortals will go crazy when they get a little bit of it. The clay figurines replied, "Besides, ordinary people can't enter our city, right?"

"What about you, are you an ordinary person?" Zhao Xu asked, he was really curious about what this clay figurine was.

"The benevolence of the prince is boundless, and the undead who obey the rules and have made meritorious contributions can get a clay body, and they can do some small business in this mansion and city. The figurines replied, "Look over there, all the goods that have been registered at the consignment office are sold by us!"