Tianfeng Empire, Northern State. The place where Ye Chen and Qing Yin are now is a small city in Beizhou on the border with the Panlong Empire.

The city is sparsely populated, but the street around the inn is generally quite lively. Qing Yin inquired.

Mainly thanks to the southeast corner of this small street, there is the most prosperous market in this small city, and people coming and going from north to south, but all passing by, all stop and stay for a day and a half.

However, determining how a place is based on just inquiring has never been Ye Chen's style. The same is true of Qingyin.

No, early this morning, Qing Yin went to the market in person, firstly, to buy a freshly slaughtered old hen for Ye Chen to make soup and nourishment, and secondly, to see the real reason why the market in this small city is prosperous.

However, I don't know if I don't look at it. At first glance, the girl, who had already had this shadow, fell into inertial contemplation.

It's not about being afraid. But it's actually fear! Fortunately, even if she is so scared, she still has Ye Chen by her side!

"Qing Yin! Where is the black market you are talking about, can you take me to see it now! Stroking and comforting the girl, Ye Chen's gaze gradually deepened, looking out the window, and his tone was firm.

He's not in a hurry. He could wait, wait until Qing Yin calmed down. After a while, the girl's face gradually improved, and her frowning brow also spread slightly.

She replied, "Young Master, Qingyin is not afraid. ”

Qing Yin just felt that those people were so pitiful, some of them were girls of the same age as Qing Yin, but they were auctioned off on the street, and they didn't have the slightest smile on their faces, nor did they feel sad, just like the living dead...... "The living dead!"

The metaphor of the girl is extremely apt! I haven't been to the market to see the scene of buying and selling people as commodities, and Ye Chen can also imagine the general situation with Qing Yin's description.

He couldn't sit still! The socialist core values engraved in his bones do not allow him to sit idly by.

What's more, this black market is open right under his nose, and it almost makes Qing Yin

"Injury" recurrence! This thing! It's tolerable, it's unbearable! No more nonsense, Ye Chen picked up the porcelain bowl and took another sip of chicken soup, put down the bowl and scolded his mother!

He told Qing Yin not to go anywhere, just wait for him here, then get dressed and go out on foot! After going out, I walked along the southeast street road mentioned by Qingyin, and came to the most lively and prosperous market area in this small city.

And this area is indeed very different from what Qing Yin described. The most obvious is the foot traffic. The original inn was located, and although there were also large and small stalls, it was not as good as the market where it was only half a street.

Moreover, this half of the street alone has crushed countless city streets in terms of numbers. Of course, it may also be that you don't know enough.

In this regard, Ye Chen didn't care. After all, he's not here today to investigate the market, or to do boring shopping.

He's here! It's for the people!

"Get rid of it, black market!" Thinking of this, Ye Chen's ten fingers clenched, and his expression gradually became solemn. He came to a relatively close stall and played with some knick-knacks.

When there weren't many people standing behind him, he beckoned to the stall vendor. The hawker approached.

Ye Chen lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Little brother, do you know where the market for buying and selling slaves and maids is?" ”

"A market for buying and selling slaves?!" Hearing this, the hawker was shocked! Seeing this, Ye Chen's expression was solemn, he knew that in the background of so many pedestrians, it was indeed not good to ask about such a thing that could not be seen at all.

The look of the stall vendor is quite reasonable. So, out of apologies, Ye Chen had no choice but to secretly take out ten silver coins from the space ring, place them neatly, and slowly push them from the side of the stall's playthings to the vendor.

He was ready to ask again. However, the moment he raised his head, he suddenly found that the surprise on the peddler's face became more obvious and exaggerated, as if he was looking at himself like a cow ghost and a snake god.

Ye Chen was dumbfounded! Could it be that this small city is Huaxi Village of the Tianfeng Empire??? Ye Chen realized, if it was Huaxi Village, then these ten silver coins were indeed nothing!

Comprehending, Ye Chen stroked the space ring again, and in the next moment, ten gold coins appeared in the palm of his hand!

"Turn it up a hundred times and a thousand times, I don't believe it, I can't inquire about the news of a black market!" Pondering in his heart, he satisfiedly lined up the ten gold coins and pushed them in front of the peddler.

This time, Ye Chen no longer intends to be low-key, he wants to use the identity of a rich person to communicate with these ordinary people! But!

The idea is good! The reality was that when Ye Chen lined up the ten big gold coins, he was about to ask again where the black market was.

He looked up. I saw that the peddler's face was already shocked to the point of deformation, and the eyes almost sank in.

For a while, Ye Chen didn't know whether this vendor felt that the money was too little, pitiful, or whether he had never seen so much money!

In desperation, Ye Chen had no choice but to change his words and said in a low voice: "Eh! Little second brother! Tell the truth, no matter how much money you have, just tell me where the black market is! ”

"I really need a channel to buy some slaves and maids to go home! It's really urgent! With that, Ye Chen grabbed the vendor's sleeve with a solemn expression.

Seeing this, the peddler finally recovered from his astonishment, shook off Ye Chen with a disgusted face, and took half a step back while putting ten silver coins and ten gold coins in his sleeve.

Then, with a look of disgust, he said, "You are sick!" Rich and stupid! Which of you came to our Jingliu City didn't come to buy people, behind you is the largest local black market, a group of people are queuing here, blind? ”

"......" was scolded like this, and Ye Chen was stunned. He heard every word of the peddler's words very clearly.

It turned out that from the beginning, the surprised look of this stall vendor was not because

The "black market" is a sensitive topic, and it is not because the money is not available to disclose relevant information.

Rather, in this small place called Jingliu City, the sale of abducted slaves and maids is simply rare and strange.

After clearing his thoughts, Ye Chen suddenly realized. He punched the hawker's stall and disappeared into the crowd as the hawkers and pedestrians stared at each other.

Passing through the crowd, he saw the black market gates! At this time, Ye Chen had already put it on

"Easy Forging", with the change in appearance brought about by the black satin eyes, even the people who saw him punch the stall just now couldn't recognize his existence.

At that time, through the black satin, Ye Chen swept the general style of the black market façade. It was a big black house, not like a place for people to live, and if I had to use a metaphor, it would only be a prison.

Yes, that's right! It's a prison! This black market is completely constructed in the style of a prison!

It's embarrassing! Ye Chen was dark and silent. Thousands of thoughts came into my mind. At this time, I don't know who struck a brass drum, and after the crisp sound, the drum let out a rumbling groan.

Suddenly, the chaotic crowd in front of the black market fell silent. Ye Chen was caught inside, and slowly felt that the surroundings became empty and no longer crowded.

The boy probably knew that this was all thanks to the sound of the copper drum that carried the power of the spirit. And according to Ye Chen's visual measurement, the degree of coercion of the copper drum sound can probably be as high as the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm!

What kind of existence is a person who can beat such a heavy copper drum? Ye Chen was thoughtful. At this time, someone in the crowd exclaimed: "Hey! It seems that Mr. Jing's cultivation realm is much higher. ”

"Yes! When I met last year, Mr. Jing was only in the first realm of the Purple Mansion, but now he has broken through two more realms, and next year he may have entered the realm of the primordial gods, and his achievements will be at the pinnacle! Then he sighed, and someone put forward an idea.

Ye Chen listened quietly, and couldn't help but become interested in Mr. Jing in these people's mouths. Mr. Jing. These three words sound like they are related to the name of this Jingliu City.

"Looks like I'm going to meet this gentleman." The corners of Ye Chen's mouth were raised, and his mind was small. Following the crowd, he entered the black market mansion.

This time, I was observing this black market in the middle of it, and it was more real than the imagination I had imagined before.

It's so real, and it's even a little uncomfortable. Frowning slightly, Ye Chen urged the sea of qi, and the sea of Lingxuan's qi dispersed a little, and then poured into the meridians from all directions to stabilize his mind.

He looked up. At this time, the crowd raised their heads like him. Because, at this moment, a tall man wearing a black mask suddenly came out of the depths of this black market house.

When the man appeared in front of everyone, there was a breath on his body, which was extremely surging! Everybody knows what it was like.

There is only one person in the entire Jingliu City who can do it, and that is Mr. Jing, the one-hand master of the largest black market in Northern State, and a mysterious person whose identity is extremely hidden.

"Mr. Jing!"

"Mr. Jing!" In the crowd, there were shouts. Participating in this black market trade, it turned out that there were not only middle-aged men with tens of thousands of gold and successful careers, but also many middle-aged ladies dressed in Yonghua.

These noble ladies let out a scream of excitement, facing Mr. Jing, who has the peak cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm, he is even crazier than the flower season girl!

"Everyone, be quiet!" The madness came one after another, and the tall man in the black mask opened his mouth, and under his mask, the voice he made was noble and elegant, very different from those noble ladies who kept screaming.

However, it is precisely because of such nobility and elegance that these noble ladies are all suppressed. They were literally as quiet as they had been commanded.

Ye Chen smiled reluctantly. Unlike the disdain of the middle-aged men standing around him, he came from the modern civilization of the earth, and knew that this kind of noble lady's behavior was nothing more than chasing

"Star". However, whether he chases the stars or not, whether it is in the period of earth civilization or in the Shencang Continent, it has nothing to do with him Ye Chen.

He just wanted to see what this man with the peak cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm looked like under the mask.

Of course, he wanted to destroy the black market without confronting the man head-on.

But also both, just think about it. The black market was quiet for a moment. Mr. Jing, who was wearing a black mask, slowly raised his hands, and he made a strange but seemingly ordinary movement.

Under the guidance of this action, a group of men in black appeared on both sides. Ye Chen could sense that there was no killing intent on the bodies of these black-clothed people, and there was nothing abnormal except that they were dressed like assassins.

He watched quietly. At this moment, the tall man in the black mask, like a conductor who had finished a song, suddenly lowered his hand!

An instant! It was as if a new command had appeared, and the black clothes on both sides moved when they heard the wind, and retreated suddenly! They shake their hands!

Just once! The black curtains on both sides of the mansion were unveiled! Instantly! Under the curtain, countless men and women in handcuffs and shackles, covered in bruises, were revealed, clutching at the cold black fence in an attempt to make a sound, and beyond that, the eyes were full of sorrow.

It seems that as long as there is a little conscience, when they see these eyes, they will feel something! But, that's just as if!

Ye Chen found that the buyers who were standing in this black market mansion like him at the moment had no pity on their faces.

Their eyes are terrifying! Like customers who only buy and sell, they all choose the best

The mentality of "commodity" comes! Ye Chen is insensitive. He couldn't accept such an atmosphere, so he could only hold back his emotions and glance at the men, women, and children in the cage who were about to be auctioned.

However, he hadn't even begun to pay attention, and just swept it casually. Suddenly! He saw an extremely familiar figure!

That figure is not petite, the body is covered with a pale red floral skirt, the red skirt is broken, the jade feet and calves are exposed, and every inch of skin is frozen and bruised!

Fixed, Ye Chen was not sure. However, when he completely settled down and looked at it again, suddenly, two big words appeared in the depths of his heart,

"Hongling!"