The room was noisy and buzzing despite everyone's best efforts to keep the sound down.

There were not only transcendents present, but also many ordinary people who learned of the existence of the transcendent world and tried to step in.

"How did you find out about this rally?"

"I was brought here by a flag-bearer lieutenant from the embassy, and he sat in the back."

Zhang Huaisheng glanced back and met a pair of eyes full of kindness.

He didn't know where the other party's kindness came from, but he immediately recognized that this person was actually the person who threw the cigarette to him in the first place.

It's just that there are many people in the embassy, and since he is unwilling to stand up, Zhang Huaisheng naturally pushes the boat and pretends not to see it.

In fact, talking to Zhang Huaisheng, a registered fugitive, is indeed something that needs to be avoided.

Pei Yuanqiao did not shy away from it, that was because he had a grudge against Zhang Huaisheng.

No one would have thought that he would collude with Zhang Huaisheng, at least, under the feudal etiquette model of Donghua, it is difficult to imagine that this kind of thing would happen.

It's just that when Pei Yuanqiao goes back, there will definitely be an interrogation.

"Thank you for the cigarette."

The captain in charge of the flag bowed his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Childe, my subordinates have followed the resurrected prince, but I hate that I can't fight the righteous death, but the son will be sent in the future, and the subordinates will definitely obey." ”

Zhang Huaisheng was stunned.

"Resurrection" is the name of the original owner's father.

Unexpectedly, the party of the original owner's father has not been wiped out yet.

Zhang Huaisheng said in a flat tone: "I don't have anything to send you to do, just live your life well." ”

"But..."

"It's nothing, even Pei Lao Thief I am willing to let go, and even protect him, do you think I still have any thoughts of avenging my father?"

Zhang Huaisheng interrupted what the other party wanted to say next.

"I'm sorry, it's a subordinate who trespasses."

The captain of the flag said in a low voice.

Xie Lingyun should have heard this conversation, but she didn't pay attention to it at all, but silently looked at the old man in front of the stage.

The old man was unhurriedly tidying up the things on the table.

Subsequently, a small mallet was removed.

He cleared his throat and let out a slimy cough.

"This rally starts now."

He spoke slowly, this time with a corpse puppet, but his voice was still the same as last time.

Bang –

The door closes automatically.

"Next, please start with the first person on the left..."

Before the words could be finished, a woman suddenly stood up from her seat:

"I'm sorry, your Excellency, but I have a question for you before we begin."

"I'm Hannah from the Braunschweig District Police Department."

The atmosphere froze suddenly.

Some repressed spiritual power slowly brewed.

Extraordinary gatherings, strictly speaking, are not seen at all.

And the appraiser, as the person who organizes the assembly, also has the obligation to ensure that the hand of the police station does not reach here.

At the very least, fugitives cannot be pursued here.

Killian held his breath and glanced at Zhang Huaisheng with some nervousness, so many hidden spiritual fluctuations would bring great shock to ordinary people.

The policewoman's voice was also a little trembling, she pursed her lips, and quickly calmed down: "As far as I know, this person is a homeless man who disappeared under the bridge hole on Braunschweig Street some time ago, right?" ”

"His name is Bazel, and now he's your... Puppet or something, I wonder how he died. ”

The old man was unusually not angry, but squeezed out a stiff smile: "I think of you, you used to bring food to Bazel. ”

"I'm glad that someone else would pay attention to such a homeless man... You're right, Bazel, he died at the gunpoint of a Frenchman. ”

Braunschweig is an important city in the North German state of Hanover.

The neighborhood named Braunschweig, like the French neighborhood named New Orleans, was primarily a settlement for German immigrants.

"Maybe it's because Bazel is a helpless German who is very suitable for venting his anger."

"The man was using a powerful large-caliber pistol that made a big cut in Bazel's head, and it took a lot of effort for me to stitch up the wound."

The old man showed a helpless smile: "It's a pity that I am only good at healing the dead, not the living, and I can't save him." ”

The policewoman's voice was visibly sad: "Can you describe to me the physical characteristics of that Frenchman?" ”

"Of course, ma'am. He has curly and unkempt hair, a hooked nose, a white T-shirt, and a pair of heavily worn jeans. ”

The policewoman took off her hat and owed herself to the old man.

"Thank you for your help, before I came, I heard that you had a bad temper, but now it seems that this must be a rumor, you are a very kind elder."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and a slightly awkward smile appeared on his face: "I thank you for Bazel, thank you for still having someone to worry about him." ”

"But there's no need for you to pursue it any further."

He was a little embarrassed, and said, "Because every time I use other people's bodies, I will fulfill my last wishes for them, so..."

The policewoman was stunned, but finally did not claim that the appraiser had violated federal law and wanted to arrest him, as some people believed.

"Thank you for justice."

She bowed deeply and said, "I'm sorry to disturb your party, but if you wish, I'll leave now." ”

The old man shook his head a little stiffly: "Since you are here, you can stay here until the end with peace of mind; But it's best not to stare at some lots all the time, they have characteristics similar to the red moon, pollution, and ordinary people can see too much, which may also lead to distortion of the mind. ”

"Thanks for the reminder."

The policewoman was a little surprised, bowed and said.

"This old man is quite kind."

Killian sighed.

Zhang Huaisheng did not refute it, the old man's actions did somewhat overturn his previous perception of him.

It seems that the people who control the path may not all be villains like the "Corpse Whisperer" that they encountered at the beginning.

"Then let's move on."

Sitting on the left-hand side, the man in the black cloak took out a wooden box from his bosom and carefully handed it to the old man.

The old man rudely opened the wooden box under his somewhat distressed gaze.

He pinched out the crystal, flowing with a pale blue halo, and frowned:

"Obviously, this is a crystallization of the control path, with a sequence of 9, but due to improper preservation, the inner spirit has been lost a lot, and it can no longer be used as a potion."

He looked at the other party: "This thing is not valuable, you can take it back." ”

"How... How could it be mispreserved? ”

The man couldn't believe it: "Since I got it, I've always been light-hearted, for fear of bumping into it." ”

The old man scoffed, "Wood is an excellent conductor of spirituality, and if you use a wooden box to hold it, it is better to use nothing at all, and be clever to yourself." ”

"I..."

The man's face was a little ugly, and he took the crystal and sat back.

There was silence in the room.

No one laughed at the man.

The vast majority of the people here are wild transcendents, who have never received a systematic education, and even some common sense, when they first set foot in the transcendent world, they still knew nothing.

This is also the reason why this gathering organized by appraisers is so popular.

Even if you don't buy anything, you can still gain knowledge.

Xie Lingyun said: "Actually, it's not just the matter of wood, the wooden box he used is made of peach wood, and in our Daomen, it is a special material for making peach wood swords." ”

As a magic weapon, the most basic element of the peachwood sword is the stability of spiritual transmission.

This person uses a mahogany box to contain crystals, just like a sieve to contain sand, and it is strange that it does not leak.

The people behind stepped forward in turn.

Most of the lots are mediocre.

The only item that has a good product is a firearm similar to the Saker and is a match for Hunter Sequence 7 - Hawkeye.

After the transformation of the steam mechanic, not only is the range far longer than that of ordinary guns, but the spiritual transmission is also very smooth, which is convenient for hunters to strengthen the enchantment of the bullets fired.

But the price was too high, and the starting price was as high as $5,000, and a few people simply raised it, and it jumped to a high price of $10,000.

Although it had been decided to let Killian go the hunter's route, it was impossible for Zhang Huaisheng to spend half of the money to buy this gun for him.

Even if he stepped foot in Sequence 9, that Springfield would already be considered a high-end match.

Soon, they waited for the hunter's potion they wanted to buy, not crystallization, but a well-mixed potion, which matched the ritual potion.

A thousand dollars were spent in total.

At this moment, a man carrying a long box and wearing a brown hood slowly walked to the front of the stage.

The moment he opened the box, a palpitating feeling rushed straight to Zhang Huaisheng's heart, he subconsciously clenched his fists, and the spirituality in his body was agitated.