If the power is good, at least buy a box, which is 36 rounds.

Not only the Saker, but also the Colt pistol, and you can't lose your life just to save some bullets.

I just don't know if the inspection is not supported here, and if you buy a fake, you will lose a lot.

Zhang Huaisheng thought in his heart, silently noted the location of this stall, and continued to shop quietly.

The advanced "dictatorship" of the twin pathway, potions, and promotion rituals have all been resolved.

But his secondary path is the advanced ritual of the "Demon": he needs three materials: 'Silver Powder', 'Evening Primrose Powder', and 'White-Maned Gray Wolf's Hair'.

The potion recipe is a complete werewolf corpse.

Silver powder is not rare, you can buy it at any jewelry store, it really can't be used, and you can replace it by scraping silver coins into powder.

But the hair of evening primrose and white-maned gray wolf belongs to the extraordinary materials of the Eight Classics, and they cannot be purchased in the ordinary market.

Among them, the white-maned gray wolf is an extremely ferocious social beast distributed in North America and Northern Europe, among which only the first wolf will give birth to a white mane, weighing up to 100 kilograms, and there are almost no natural predators.

Even brown bears, jaguars, in the face of hordes of wolves, have to retreat.

Unfortunately, this animal is only found in the northern part of the Americas, like Quebec, Canada, and Texas.

If they go to Massachusetts, which is the New England region, according to their original goal, they may still encounter it.

As for the werewolf corpses equivalent to potions from other ways, he planned to wait until he arrived in the New World, where there were indeed many more monsters than in the Old World, and many demon families were in a state where there were no natural enemies.

There's no way, it's sparsely populated.

Evening primrose soon came across them, and there were quite a few of them, and there were at least three stalls selling them.

It is a special plant that is born under the light of the red moon and has a reddish appearance.

It contains the chaotic spirituality of the red moon, and if you take it, it is very likely to cause loss of control and alienation, so it can only be used as a spell casting material, and the price is generally not high.

Although he found a material, Zhang Huaisheng still did not come forward to talk or inquire about the price, but just observed silently, and found that whenever people reached a deal, they would go to the corner of the market to rent a stall.

I followed it over, only to find that there was a laboratory next to the rental office, and I looked at the sign next to it, which said the rules in German, French and English.

"Tsk, the appraisal fee actually accounts for 20 percent, it's really dark enough, no wonder this extraordinary bazaar can make it so big."

"However, at least this laboratory is guaranteed, if you buy a fake and it is not identified, you can come to the laboratory to compensate for the loss."

This can effectively facilitate the conclusion of the transaction and prevent scammers from running rampant and corrupting the market order.

The money was not unjustly paid.

Re-visit the stall, and the deeper you go, the more wicked the things on it become.

There are even baby skulls, sun-dried organs, mummies wrapped in strips of cloth...

Zhang Huaisheng's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he could feel a cool air rising from the back of his spine, and on the roadside stall, a demonic purple crystal was exuding an extremely terrifying chaotic spirituality.

A group of transcendents gathered there, greedy on their faces and whispering in low voices.

"It's a divine thing, and it's actually here."

"This is at least a treasure made from the demigods of Sequence 3, the crystals left behind after death!"

Zhang Huaisheng did not rush there.

Because he sensed a strong omen of danger, it was impossible to think about it, the demigods were almost all legendary characters, and only some large sects, serving the upper echelons of the sleeping gods, could reach this level.

They... Already able to be called Them, how could the most valuable relic left behind, that is, the spiritual crystal, appear on such a small stall?

Even if someone sells it, it should be placed in those auction houses that are resplendent and well-secured, and can only be patronized by big businessmen who are worth hundreds of thousands of pounds.

Zhang Huaisheng looked around him and found that the people who were wandering around like him on the road didn't realize that there was such a treasure in front of them.

I didn't even stop when I passed by the stalls.

Wrong!

It's so wrong!

You must know that if you are a person, you have a herd mentality, and there are so many people in front of that stall, as long as you are a normal person, you will definitely want to take a look.

Zhang Huaisheng stared at all this carefully, feeling both strange and terrifying.

"Oh my God, is the reserve price only fifty pounds? This stall owner must be insane, I'll pay a hundred pounds! ”

The voices of the people around the stall became louder and louder, almost filling his ears, but the people around him remained unmoved, as if the distance of a few meters was like a whole world apart.

The picture in front of Zhang Huaisheng's eyes gradually distorted.

On the floor, dark red tentacles stretched out, stealthily, slowly, silently in front of the crowd gathered in front of the stall.

The customers were excited and excited, sweat dripping down their faces, all minds seized by the glorious purple crystals, not paying even attention to the tips of the tentacles, which were piercing the soles of their shoes and inserting them into them.

The tentacles drummed and contracted, visibly sucking their blood.

But no one noticed it at all.

"I paid 800 pounds, and I didn't have enough money, so I used my knight's sword to pay for it—it was the holy relic used by my ancestors, who followed Frederick the Great in his crusades!"

"I'll give you thirteen thousand marks, plus this rifle of mine, which my great-grandfather captured on the battlefield from the old Napoleonic guard!"

People are becoming more and more fanatical, and they have taken out their savings at the bottom of the box.

They were waving their fists, more fanatical than the gamblers in the tavern who were watching the fight.

At this time, the stall owner behind the stall seemed to be aware of his gaze, and his hooded face slowly raised and looked over.

Zhang Huaisheng's pupils shrank, and a layer of cold sweat broke out from behind his spine - that person's face was not a living person's face at all, and his scarlet eyes exuded a faint red light.

It's full of greed and ridicule.

It was as if the bride was weaving a big net, staring at him expectantly with those three pairs of cold compound eyes.

"I'll pay 20,000 pounds, if it's not enough, I'll pay it with my heart!"

Suddenly, someone shouted emotionally.

As he spoke, his fingers became like sharp blades, and he cut open his chest directly, taking out a beating heart: "Is it enough!" Is it enough! Which of you dares to rob me? ”

In the middle of the field, there was an instant silence.

This was followed by a more frenetic, raiser roar.

"Just a heart, who can't afford it!"

"No one wants to stop Lao Tzu from getting the artifact!"

People cut open their chests one after another, and some of them, because they didn't carry sharp weapons, picked up the knight's sword that the man had just taken out and stabbed them directly in the chest.

The ground was quickly soaked in blood.

Those red tentacles spread out, sucking greedily, so that the large blood stains could not flow out of the invisible "demarcation" at all.

"Good guys, this is fishing?"

Zhang Huaisheng's eyes were full of fear, it was obvious that this stall owner was using purple crystals as bait, but it was unknown whether he was fishing for those "greedy" emotions or the spiritual blood of transcendents.

Presumably, it is more likely to have both.

"The market managers didn't even notice that there was such a guy wrecking, damn it, he... How much is it equivalent to a sequence? Is it a living person or a monster? ”

At this moment, a management officer who was patrolling past suddenly twitched his nose.

He subconsciously looked at the corner that he had already ignored, and suddenly his eyes widened in horror: "My God, it's... It's a vampire! ”