After an hour......

Hao Tianchuan, the No. 1 player who can play super and is known as the [King of Sao], said after watching the video: "Can you help me make an appointment?"

"He charges ......a fee for playing against people," the mouse couldn't laugh or cry.

"What the hell?" Hao Tianchuan scratched his head: "If it's less than 1,000 yuan a game, help me make an appointment." ”

The mouse opened the game and left a war book for the 'crowd entertainment'.

Yi Ersan defeated Song Dongyang in a perfect game, and after letting this classmate contribute fifty points of demon king points, he saw the opponent's appointment.

"Help people score, no time. ”

Yi Ersan's reply quickly got the rat's reply, "A thousand yuan for a game." ’

Yi Ersan seemed to smell the fragrance of the banknotes, and then replied unceremoniously, I am not free today, please be early tomorrow.

"Finish to the detriment of others and yourself, and get 50 Demon King Points.'

"No, I've lost a thousand. This demon king is worth a little little!" Yi Ersan regretted it, he knew that it was better to earn that thousand yuan.

"Tomorrow will do......"

After learning the news, Hao Tianchuan asked the two reserve members to leave, and replayed the previous video over and over again alone, secretly thinking: Could this person be like me? Has special functions? He can also read minds? It seems that the moon has fallen, and it really affects more than one person.

Hao Tianchuan clicked into Yi Ersan's battle situation, and planned to study it carefully, and see if he really had a mind reading through other battles.

Yi Ersan saw that someone was watching the game, and immediately guessed that it should be a professional player who came to explore the truth and truth, and simply lost the game at hand, without giving the other party any chance to react, and then went offline after taking 50 demon king points again.

"Deliberately hit so badly?" Hao Tianchuan looked at his phone puzzled.

"If you don't give money, you want to touch my reality, no way!" Yi Ersan casually threw his phone aside, and once again turned the true qi in his body to cultivate the dragon elephant prajna gong.

Yi Ben Shu got up and stretched, and came to the door of the toilet lightly, wanting to see his son's embarrassment, but found that Yi Ersan, who was sitting on the toilet, had a solemn feeling, and did not have the unlucky appearance when he had diarrhea.

'This kid ......' Yi Benshu muttered in his heart, looked at the time, there was still some time before the ghost market opened, turned around and went to cook noodles and finished eating, and also followed Yi Ersan's appearance and meditated cross-legged to practice the dragon elephant Prajna Gong.

It wasn't until the phone's regular two o'clock ringtone that Yi Benshu withdrew from his cultivation state.

After a few weeks of running true qi, Yi Benshu felt as if he had the strength to kill even a tiger, he knocked on the door of the toilet and shouted: "Liuzi, it's almost three o'clock, it's time to go to the ghost market after packing up." ”

Yi Ersan adjusted his breath and withdrew from cultivation, feeling that he was very energetic, and couldn't help but sigh, this dragon elephant is already like this, I really don't know if the black day demon scripture cultivation is finished, will it fly coolly?

"Why are you still not moving? can't you still leave the toilet?" Yi Benshu smiled evilly, he couldn't leave for the past two days, and this time it was finally his son's turn.

"No, it's not. Yi Ersan got up and cleaned up and said, "I'm just curious about how much the old man of the National Games Bureau can value for the Nawen toy he chose for me." ”

"It doesn't matter how much it costs, let's call a million first. ”

Yi Ben Shu put on his usual work outfit, and deliberately took two 'Poke Balls' just in case, if there is any uncontrollable situation, there are many hole cards.

The two came to the parking spot downstairs, each swept a shared bicycle, and rode straight to the most famous 'Big Locust Tree Ghost Market' in the city.

"Liuzi, this time I sold the literary play, and Lao Tzu will take you to play with him ten times!"

Ibenshu struggled to pedal the bike as she gritted her teeth and looked ahead.

Stuffy jar?Yi Ersan suddenly felt a dark cloud appear over his head.

The stuffy jar is a form of gambling in the ghost market, and it has been passed down for more than a hundred years.

Originally, it was just a thief's method of selling stolen goods, putting stolen valuable things in jars, and at the same time putting worthless ones in other jars, and the buyer could pick up the jar and shake it to choose the jar he wanted to buy, and the price of the jar was the same.

In this way, the things stolen by the thieves become relatively clean objects after they are sold in the ghost market. After all, the person who bought something didn't mean to buy any treasure, but just bought a stuffy jar and bought it, and even the errand officer at that time couldn't say anything.

With the development of the times, although this stuffy pot now also has the function of selling stolen goods, more functions have become part of gambling.

Yi Ersan followed his father Yi Benshu to the ghost market back then, and that time happened to be the time when his father calculated his life, so he bought ten stuffy cans in one go, and then ...... The two of them nibbled on steamed buns with pickles for a week.

Ghost markets are called different places in different places, the north calls them ghost markets, and the south calls them Tianguang Ruins.

Three o'clock in the morning is the opening time of the ghost market.

There are no bells and gongs before the NASDAQ opens.

With the arrival of three o'clock, the merchants who had already come had set up their goods into small stalls.

Yi Ersan stood at the end of the ghost market and looked at the ghost market under the moonlight, which was obviously just a stall vendor, but there was no noise of the vegetable market, and the ghost market always maintained its unique quietness.

Buyers shuttle through the stalls of the sellers in the ghost market, and if they come across the item in the photo, they enter the price they want to sell or the price they want to buy on the calculator.

"There's a little clearing up ahead, go over there. With his hands in the sleeves of his robe, he walked straight to the place where he could sell things with an excited smile on his face.

Yi Ersan came to the address of Yi Ben Shuxuan, skillfully spread out a piece of blue plastic sheeting, and then put the bracelet sent by Mr. Xiao in the middle of the plastic sheeting.

On one square meter of plastic sheeting, there is only one cultural toy bracelet.

This immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.

The ghost market has the rules of the ghost market, and there are often only two kinds of people who sell their own things, one is the loser's son who secretly sells one and a half pieces from his home because of the tight relationship.

There is also a kind of person, who is a thief!

Yi Ersan and Yi Benshu don't look like people from rich and noble families, and people naturally subconsciously think that they are thieves.

In the ghost market, those who sell stolen goods in such a bright and bright light are often 'ownerless things'.

The ownerless thing means that the owner of the object has been dead for more than a few hundred years, and there will be no homicides.

Basically, this kind of 'ownerless thing' is a treasure obtained by grave diggers and robbers, and there is basically no risk of being found by the police if you buy it.