Chapter Eighty-Two: Soul Trading

The duckbill merchant looked at a group of red-skinned goblins, and with good basic skills, it was worth spending so much money to buy all the goblins in the entire space. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Maybe some people think that it's a little weird!

There are still 4,000 contribution points, and Wuyang knows that the contribution points themselves are worthless, and only by transforming them into current commodities is the greatest embodiment of their value.

"Do you have a soul here?"

"Souls?", the duckbill merchant frowned, "I don't usually do this business, you know, souls can only be captured by those necromancers, and the price is high. ”

Wu Yang was a little disappointed, the capture of souls is very harsh, after the death of ordinary creatures, the souls will quickly dissipate, and the necromancer can gather the scattered souls in the corpse and store them.

They will absorb the knowledge in their souls, and of course they will sell some useless souls to obtain spiritual wealth.

"Do you really need to? If I'm sure, I can get in touch. ”

"Can you get it?", Wu Yang looked at the duck-billed merchant, soul trading is a rare business even in the dark market, but he didn't expect that there is a soul business in the ninth-rate market.

"There's a necromancer next to me, he happened to patronize my business before, if you can, I'll introduce you!"

"Fifty contribution points, count your personal remuneration, how about it!", Wu Yang didn't wait for the other party to raise the price, and said directly, this kind of middleman's business, so many contribution points at once, is very rare.

The duck-billed merchant nodded with a smile and ran smartly into the distance, Wuyang waited quietly, and about five minutes later, a figure wrapped in a black robe walked over behind the duck-billed merchant, "Lich, do you want to do some soul business?"

The voice was very old, but there were magic fluctuations in the voice, obviously a voice change magic effect, this person was wrapped in a black robe, and he couldn't see it clearly.

"Well, I need some valuable souls, in terms of alchemy knowledge. ”

"I have a lot of ordinary souls, a three-hundred-hundred-contribution point, and I'm not interested in alchemy, but their sanity is a little out of order, and they need you to recuperate!", the black-robed man said softly.

"I don't need ordinary ones, I think some special, do you have an alchemy master, preferably a god-level alchemist!"

"God-level?", there was a mockery in the black-robed man's voice, "This level of soul, do you think I can capture it, no, but if you want something special, I happen to have a human soul, he used to be in the human race, presided over the design of the magic crystal cannon, and personally designed the magic power transmission system!"

"Is the magic power transmission system!is Master Harden?", the lich was very stunned, the magic power transmission system, successfully developed the energy of the magic crystal, strictly speaking, Harden proposed the magic power transmission system, officially ending the magic **** era.

The magic power transmission system, which is equivalent to a magic revolution, can be said to be a milestone system that changes the fate of mankind, with the magic power transmission system as the fundamental magic crystal cannon, magic shield, giant magic interference, and the most successful is the magic castle, and then on the magic castle, the magic giant ship was successfully developed.

Humans have the ability to conquer the turbulence of time and space, and can navigate all planes without relying on teleportation arrays at all.

It is a pity that such a great theorist, when he was thirty years old, encountered a massive invasion of the undead, and was controlled by a weak psychic witch, and when he could not be revived, the human king secretly killed him.

This is all the records of Master Harden by Uyang, and the departure of Master Harden at that time also made Uyang have some nostalgia.

"It seems to be called Harden, and it has been a long time since I captured this soul, how many years, oh, more than five hundred years, time flies so fast, and I don't know if this soul exists or not!", the black-robed man said and took out a transparent vial, only to see a young human soul sleeping, and the vial was engraved with a necromantic sacrifice, which was an exclusive text for sealing souls.

"It's okay, for so long, the effect of the seal hasn't faded, this soul doesn't have it for me, if the price is right, I can sell it to you!"

Wu Yang looked at the soul and couldn't judge the other party's grade, of course, this kind of wisdom is by no means measured by the strength of the soul, their real value is to create, to create new theories and new things from nothingness.

"How many contribution points!"

"Thirty thousand!", the black-robed man said softly, so that Wu Yang had no temper at all, and Wu Yang shook his head bitterly, "I'm sorry, I don't have so many contribution points in my hands!"

"Waste of time!", the black-robed man was a little angry, waved his sleeves, and was about to leave, not forgetting to give the duck-billed merchant a dark whip, and screamed in pain.

Master Harden's soul is very precious, his value is definitely worth 30,000 contribution points, and the other party does not ask for a sky-high price, "Slow, can I offset the account?"

"Do you have something?", the black-robed man looked at Wu Yang, and there was not much interest in his voice, "I have very strict requirements for goods, and I won't ask for ordinary things." ”

Wu Yang took out a bottle of potion as white as snow, "This is an evolution potion, I have mastered the highest level of evolution potion, he can give living beings a special ability!"

"Special ability, what ability?"

Wu Yang shook his head, "I don't know, it's a wonderful ability." ”

The black-robed man shook his head, "I'm sorry, but I know it's your best thing, but I'm not interested. ”

The black-robed man is really gone, there is no lingering, Wu Yang smiled bitterly, not every strong person will be moved by his own things, take out a cigar, light one, and the disappointment in his heart slowly disappears, it is true that many things interest him, but now he has no ability at all, and he will be interested in it.

This is the reality, and it is so cruel!

"What are you smoking!", suddenly a voice sounded behind Wu Yang, it was the black-robed man who had already left, and he didn't even sense how he came.

"Exquisite cigars, make your own!", Wu Yang said and handed one over, and the other party was unceremoniously, smoking and spitting smoke rings.

"It tastes even better with a little dead leaves!"

Wu Yang smiled, "Death leaves are only produced in the Death Forest, it is a forbidden place for necromancers, it is said that even the gods can't get in, I'm not that bold!"

"That's right, but it's a good pick-me-up, it must have something good in it, little lich, and if I could, I would be able to provide you with some death leaves!"

"Provide death leaves?", Wu Yang looked at the other party, not understanding what medicine was sold in his gourd, "Give me the bottle of evolution potion you just had, and promise to help us process this finished cigar for free, of course, mixed with death leaves, this soul is yours." ”

"Processing?", Wu Yang looked at the soul dangling in the other party's hand, not understanding what he was doing, wasn't he not interested in the evolution potion.

"You don't agree?"

"No, no, it's really a surprise that came too quickly, I haven't gotten used to it yet!", Wu Yang hurriedly took the soul bottle, "Senior, although this exquisite cigar is worth one contribution point each, it is far less than this soul's. ”

"So if you want to give us professional custom death cigars, don't think it's an easy job, I just calculated, there are seven hundred death mages in the Death Forest, and I plan to use this cigar as a benefit for death mages, and deliver one box a month, then you have to give me seven hundred boxes of cigars for free, calculate it, you are very disadvantaged!"

Wu Yang smiled, "You will earn it back in two or three years!"

The black-robed man casually gave a bottle of black leaves to Wu Yang, and the strong aura of death seemed to turn the only trace of vitality in Wu Yang's body red after contact.

The Death Tree is exclusive to the Forest of Death, and it is the Tree of Death that feeds the soul to produce this unique leaf.

"Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain, this kind of soul is just a defective product in our place, as long as your goods are good, let you choose a few alchemy masters from ancient times when the time comes, enough for you to be busy!"

"Ancient times?"

"Of course, those souls are all treasures, but I believe that sooner or later, you will get the necromancer to agree!", after speaking, he stood up, "You seem to be from the wasteland plane, Lich Chonggong, I remember, there will be a necromancer who will contact you at that time, I hope you can get along!"

"Senior!", Wu Yang still wanted to say something, but the other party had disappeared, and as when he came, he couldn't notice it, looking at the soul bottle in his hand, he felt that it was almost like a dream just now.

Necromancer! Wu Yang smiled bitterly, this is an extremely terrifying force, how powerful it is, even the halls of the gods probably don't want to offend.