In front of a grocery store at the intersection that sells everything in a mess, Zhuo Cheng picked up the hammer, tossed it in his hand, put it down and grabbed a compound bow, and pulled it gently, feeling that the pulling force was too small, and it would break off as soon as he tried hard, so he put it down casually.

The boss with the beanie kept watching: "Is there anything you like?" ”

Zhuo Cheng saw a cold-proof hood with a roof that exposed his eyes and nose, and many people on the street wore it, and asked, "This?" ”

The boss stretched out his fingers: "Twenty singularity cans, or one singularity gold coin." ”

Zhuo Cheng put it back again and asked, "Is there anything rarer?" ”

The boss looked at Zhuo Cheng slightly, saw that it was a fresh face, and said, "Rare things? Where? Diet? Or ......"

He made a ring of gloves and stretched out his fingers with the other hand to gesticulate: "This? ”

Looking at the boss's skillful movements, Zhuo Chengcheng knew that this boss worked part-time as a pimp.

"It's not." Zhuo Cheng said directly: "Weapons like that." ”

The boss looked at Zhuo Cheng again, it was true that people were fresh, but looking at the clothes, it seemed that they came down from the mountains, these people would do it if they didn't agree with each other, and they couldn't fool around, so they immediately lowered their voices and said, "I have something good here." ”

He motioned for Zhuo Cheng to wait, opened a heavy metal cabinet at the back, took out a cylindrical object from it, carefully held it in his hand, and said, "It was circulated by the Singularity Research Institute!" ”

Zhuo Cheng looked at it and recognized the small binoculars.

"Try it." He took it and looked into the distance, the texture of the lens glass was much better than the singularity dinner jar, but it was not as good as the military products of the 2020s, but it was also rare in this world.

Zhuo Cheng asked, "How to sell this?" ”

The boss stretched out a slap: "One hundred singularity gold coins!" Or the corresponding amount of gold, the source crystal is the best. ”

Zhuo Cheng took the binoculars and looked around the bazaar, and when he turned to the east, there seemed to be a face with a black mole, flashing from his field of vision.

Turning back, Zhuo Cheng saw a dignified man with a black mole on his left forehead.

Thinking of the intuition of the Extraordinary Twister, which only stayed for less than a second, Zhuo Chengcheng quickly moved away and looked elsewhere.

The boss said: "This thing, there will be no more than three in the whole bazaar, including the singularity station." ”

Zhuo Cheng took out a piece of broken gold from his bag, which weighed about the same as a singularity gold coin, threw it to the boss, picked up the cold-proof hood, pointed to the east side casually, and asked, "What is that place?" ”

The boss caught the broken gold and took a look: "The enclosed place is called the big market, and it often sells some interesting things." He pointed to the mountain: "It is said that there is a temple behind it, and ordinary people can't get in." ”

Zhuo Cheng put away his hood and walked towards the east, not far ahead, there was a large place surrounded by a particularly high wooden wall, surrounded by people with crossbows to guard, and the black mole man he had just seen entered it with another short man.

Coming to the main entrance, two people in leather armor stopped Zhuo Cheng, and one of them said, "This is a private place, show identification." ”

Zhuo Cheng thought that the boss had said that this was supported by the temple on the mountain, and took out the pentagram coat of arms.

The person who spoke took it, looked at it, changed it back, and got out of the way: "Cannon auxiliary, please inside." ”

Zhuo Cheng entered the gate, and the piece of land enclosed by wooden walls was larger than half a football field, and there were wooden platforms built around it, and various items were placed on the platforms, many of which he didn't recognize.

On some of the tables, there were some young women and men standing in extremely revealing clothes, and the transactions they made could be imagined, and they only accepted the transaction of Yuanjing.

There is also a platform that clearly marks the sale of slaves, and looking at the inverted pentagram hanging on it, you can know that this is the business of the followers of the flying goat.

Even, Singularity offers a cyborg modification here, provided you have enough source crystals.

Looking at the people displayed like commodities, Zhuo Cheng was not surprised.

Habits are really a powerful force that people start to assimilate before they know it.

He reminded himself a few words and wandered around, eventually stopping at a seed seller with an upside-down pentagram hanging behind the stall.

Zhuo Cheng avoided trouble, and first quietly lit up the five-pointed star-style auxiliary sacrifice card with the people behind the stall, and immediately a middle-aged man came over and asked, "What is the need?" ”

"Are there any peculiar seeds?" Zhuo Cheng saw wheat, corn, radish and other seeds.

The middle-aged man was a nimble-minded man, and immediately understood what Zhuo Cheng meant, and opened a wooden box, which contained black seeds the size of soybeans: "This kind of is very rare, it is passed from the Western Slave Owners Federation, it is said that it is only available in the extreme west, it is called popping melons, and when the plants grow up, they will bear a kind of melon, which is sweet and delicious, but there is a shortcoming, after the long melons are ripe, if they are not picked in time, the melons will swell, and then explode, and the power is very great, and the seeds that are blown out can shoot nearby birds and small animals to death." ”

Zhuo Cheng was interested when he heard this, and looked at the wooden box: "Is it too much?" ”

The middle-aged man said, "That's all. ”

"Make an offer." Zhuo Cheng has gold in his hand and source crystals.

The middle-aged man quietly looked at Zhuo Cheng, he lived on the top of the mountain, and the wail on the mountain yesterday sounded for half a night: "Twenty singularity gold coins or the equivalent gold source crystal are fine, the cost price." ”

Zhuo Cheng took out the broken gold from his bag, asked the middle-aged man to weigh it, and then put away the seeds of the popping melon.

This thing has a lot of promise.

Originally, the seeds from the explosion of the melon could shoot dead birds, etc., and the plants he spawned were all strengthened.

Go back and find a place to try.

Zhuo Cheng asked again: "Is there anything else?" ”

"Most of them are relatively common." The middle-aged man thought for a while, took out a metal can, opened it and said, "I almost forgot this, the auxiliary priest, you see." ”

Zhuo Cheng looked carefully, it contained brown seeds the size of rice grains, which he had never seen before, and there was a fragrance that was so faint that he could barely smell it.

The middle-aged man deliberately lowered his voice: "This is the seed of thirteen spices, the top spice, don't look at it now, it's not surprising, but in the nose of people who like this thing, this fragrance hooks the soul!" ”

Zhuo Cheng thought of the mule, and the mule was very fond of eating the morning glory that was born.

But this thing feels useless, Zhuo Cheng asked, a small iron box half the size of a palm, and asked for ten singularity standard units of source crystals.

"Right here! That's the taste! ”

Suddenly, someone was talking behind him, but it was two men, one tall and one short, the tall one was dignified, with a black mole on his left forehead, and he was the one who spoke.

The short man answered: "Old knife, last time you told me that you got a batch of thirteen incense ......"

The middle-aged man is an old knife, holding a box of thirteen incense sticks in front of Zhuo Cheng at the moment, somewhat embarrassed: "Old wolf, wait a minute, wait a minute." ”

Gluttonous took a step forward, stared at the iron box in the old knife's hand, and took a strong breath: "That's right, that's the taste, thirteen incense, I haven't tasted it for a long time." ”

Zhuo Cheng saw that the attention of the two of them was attracted by the thirteen incense, put his left hand into his pocket, pinched out some grass seeds, and flicked them towards the person with a black mole, and the grass seeds stuck to his fur clothes.

Then, looking at the middle-aged man Lao Dao: "I want this thing." ”

Hmmm-

The two eyes fell on Zhuo Cheng.

The old knife is a smart man, and immediately said: "Old wolf, don't get me wrong, this is an auxiliary sacrifice from the mountain." ”

As soon as he heard that it was a believer of the Flying Goat, or an auxiliary sacrifice, the sharp eyes of the wolf swallowed it and immediately took it back, this is the territory of the Flying Goat believer, and the auxiliary sacrifice is not something that can be handled casually.

He lightly touched his gluttonous mouth, greedy mouth turned his head, glanced at Thirteen Xiang reluctantly, and followed the wolf to leave.

The smell of the thirteen incense fascinated him, but not madness.

The two went to the slave trade, and there were many little slaves about ten years old, devouring snacks that he thought were cute, which could make him forget the temptation of thirteen spices.

Zhuo Cheng could barely pay for this source crystal, put away the thirteen incense, and asked, "What are those two doing?" Bad eyes. ”

The boss said: "I don't know the tall one, but the short one is the representative of the Slave Owners Federation in the bazaar, called Wolfgo." ”

Zhuo Cheng nodded and said, "In the past two days, if there are any more rare seeds, go to the mountain to inform me." ”

The boss hurriedly responded.

After walking around, he didn't see what he liked, and before Zhuo Cheng left, he passed by the two people not far away, and heard Wolf Swallow call the other person a glutton.

The person from the Slave Owners Federation has a black mole on the left side of his forehead, and he can't be wrong.

Seeing that the two of them were working hard to buy children, Zhuo Cheng left the big market and went out to ride a mule up the mountain, first to try the newly obtained seeds, and by the way to think about this gluttony.

The Worship Society wants to cooperate with the believers of the Flying Goats to exaggerate its power to the east......

Zhuo Cheng didn't think too much, but the enemy's plan must be destroyed by finding a way.

Worship party crumbs, damn it!