I watched Huang Jiling's face change from iron blue to red, and then from red to dead ash, and finally stammered a little: "I, me, my Taoism, here in the netherworld, is really nothing. If you sell me to the ghost king, I'm afraid it will be worth more than sixty liters of incense at most. ”

It was a matter of life, and then he hurriedly added: "If you encounter a more powerful ghost, you will definitely tear off the small claw, and the lord must be gracious!" ”

I couldn't hold back, smiled, waved my hand and said, "I didn't want to sell you, I'll ask." Since an immortal like you is only worth more than sixty liters of incense, then I should be able to take this ginseng doll......"

I looked at the shopkeeper who had opened the blank sheets of paper, each with the logo of each private room. Customers don't know each other, but as a seller, you can't get it wrong.

Pick up a piece of paper and the shopkeeper will quote the price code written on it.

After listening to it, the lowest is 150 liters, and the highest has reached 200 liters of incense.

One yellow ghost is worth sixty liters, and this breath is the price of three and a half yellow ghosts, so you can imagine how much attention the bidder attaches to the ginseng doll.

I didn't read the price I gave, so I wasn't in a hurry and waited slowly.

There are some ups and downs in my heart, or how to say that money is a hero's courage. Now if I have thousands of liters of incense in my pocket, I will not feel uneasy.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper's offer stopped, and there were only two pieces of paper left in front of him. One is still on a silver platter, and the other is already in the hands of the chief treasurer.

The shopkeeper opened the folded paper, but there was no quotation.

His eyes glanced in the direction of a room, and I couldn't see who was inside, but I frowned slightly.

The shopkeeper put the piece of paper aside and picked up another one. After opening it this time, he still didn't open his mouth to quote, but raised his head and glanced thoughtfully at me.

"It's... What's wrong? Huang Jiling was a little confused, so the sudden silence made him a little puzzled. According to Huang Jiling, the bidding of Duobao Pavilion is not like Yangshi, and there is also the matter of fighting for wealth, and what is basically written on paper is his sincerity and reserve price.

The offer just gives others a sense of knowing that someone is bidding higher than their own. No, it won't be added again, and there is no chance of regret if the treasure is left behind.

This is the rule of Duobao Pavilion since its establishment, and it has never changed.

Only if the two bids have the same bid code, will the price increase be carried out again.

But how many times can this happen? Anyway, Huang Jiling has never encountered it.

On this occasion, even if someone else is only one point higher than you, it is still high, and there is no room for regret.

"Tianzi No. 1 and Huangzi No. 16, the bids are comparable, and the two distinguished guests are invited to consider it again. The rest of the distinguished guests, please wait, the old man offers a hundred years of monkey wine to kill. ”

The old man coughed slightly, and the two pieces of paper money were placed beside him, and the rest were burned. The meaning is already obvious, and the rest of the people are out, and the guests of Tianzi No. 1 and Huangzi No. 16 private rooms will make a new round of bidding.

I couldn't help but snort in my mouth, and I couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

Huang Jiling is too curious, what price does this have, can it be just right? The probability is also too small.

"Sir, what is the price you just raised? You say the number, the small ones are not talented, and they will also help you with the staff. ”

I glanced at him and smiled, "You can't do this staff officer." The price I gave is not a real number. ”

"Huh?" Huang Jiling was stunned, as if he didn't understand the meaning of what he said.

He didn't understand, but I knew in my heart. I wanted to buy the ginseng doll, so instead of coming up with a real number that might have been overpowered, I wrote four words on the paper, 'no matter the cost'.

Regardless of the cost, there is naturally no upper limit. No matter how high the price is offered, my price will be one line higher. The advantage of this is that the price will not be lowered, and the disadvantage is equally obvious: if the price offered by others is too high, there will be not enough incense at the time of handover, and the dish will be bad.

I took out the Zhu Yan Ghost King waist card to play, and I dared to play this hand, but also to rely on the face of this brand. Otherwise, the shopkeeper will have to send someone up to ask me if I have enough incense to put on music.

But now a problem is in front of me again, I am out of the imaginary number, and the shopkeeper in charge said, 'The price is equivalent', so the price of Tianzi No. 1 is estimated to be an imaginary number.

On this basis, it is really not easy to be one line higher than the other party.

"Let's do it, whether it can be done or not depends on luck." I thought about it for a while, came up with an idea, took a pen and wrote a paragraph on paper, and then handed it to the servant.

The servant flashed and disappeared onto the stage again. The shopkeeper happened to take a bag from another servant, and the customer of Tianzi No. 1 shot faster than me, and did not write, but gave out a bag.

The shopkeeper took the bag, opened it, and poured out a crimson bead. As soon as the bead came out, there was a burst of blood and a sinister aura.

The shopkeeper in charge dragged the red bead steadily, motionless, and after a while, the blood-colored mist gathered and formed, forming a snake above the blood bead.

As soon as the orb came out, an uproar was heard.

"It's a bead that can only be formed when buried in the body of a hundred-year-old ghost with a dragon vein. A mouthful of resentment that is unwilling to be reincarnated, plus the yin and yang blood that the corpse finally hides in the heart, gathers the dragon qi of a hundred years and forms a treasure orb. Huang Jiling was very knowledgeable about these things, his eyes lit up, and he immediately explained to me the origin and effect of the red bead, "This thing is a good thing for the ghosts, it can increase the intensity of the yin and evil qi, but it is useless for the cultivation of the immortal family, and it is even more useless for the people of the yang world." ”

This thing is useless in the yang world, but it is indeed a treasure in the yin world, and it is worth a lot of incense in itself. The customer of Tianzi No. 1 took out this thing, which means that this jewel is added on the basis of the original imaginary number, if the opponent has no comparable treasure, there is no way to talk about increasing the price.

This kind of bead is called a blood secretion device in the Yangshi antique world, and it is usually jade, and this is the first time I have seen a bead. For this kind of thing, my old immortal has long reminded me that I am always respectful.

I just watched the shopkeeper and how he would react when he opened my offer.

The shopkeeper carefully put it away after displaying the orb, and thanked the private room of Tianzi No. 1: "Thank you to the distinguished guests of Tianzi No. 1 for showing the treasure, which opened the eyes of the old man." ”

Then he put down the bag, picked up the only piece of paper from the silver platter, and opened it. I watched his expression change, obviously stunned, and then looked up at me, white eyebrows pursed, as if thinking.

After a moment of nervousness, the chief shopkeeper smiled, put the white paper into his cuffs, and arched his hand to the surrounding private room, and said loudly: "The elixir fell on the yellow character No. 16, congratulations to the distinguished guests!" ”

With that, the shopkeeper nodded at me.

I was relieved, and then smiled heartily and smiled at the shopkeeper.

As soon as he turned around, Huang Jiling was already impatient, and asked with a flushed face: "Master, what did you write on the paper?" Please take pity on the poor little one, and let the little one know to understand, otherwise this itch in the heart will have to suffocate the little one! ”

I saw that he was holding back, and he almost jumped up and down, and told him, "I wrote a sentence on it, but I'm not sure I'll win this auction." In the final analysis, it is still the chief shopkeeper who has some good thoughts in his heart. ”

"Master, what did you write?"

"Heaven, there is the virtue of a good life." Uncle Long showed up and said seven words for me. His expression was rarely a little soft, and he patted me on the shoulder hard, "Boy, it's good." ”

After saying that, he went back to his robe, as if he had come out to say these eleven words. But I know that Uncle Long is sincerely gratified, so he will say the last four words.

The horse people, with the immortal family as their companions, naturally have a good life for all spirits and all things in their hearts. I didn't accept this ginseng doll to eat it, just to save people.

That's why I said, the treasurer has a good thought in his heart.

He understood the meaning of my words, and because of the relationship between the waist cards, he believed that I gave a price comparable to blood beads. That being the case, it is simply a choice between 'good and evil'.

Falling into the hands of Tianzi No. 1, the fate of the ginseng doll can be imagined. Either they were eaten alive, or they were put into the furnace to refine medicine and boiled, and they were inevitably drawn blood and scraped meat.

Falling into the hands of the Yellow Character No. 16, no matter whether what I said is true or not, it always started from Duobao Pavilion, leaving a glimmer of life for the ginseng doll created for thousands of years.

This is a cause and effect, a good cause, so the chief shopkeeper attributed the ginseng doll to the yellow character No. 16.

I was finally relieved, and after I was relieved, I took out the bag of incense and began to feel up. I don't know if 400 liters of incense is enough...... If not enough......

I looked at Huang Jiling again and began to think about his 'sixty liters' of incense.

Huang Jiling was excited by the one I saw, his hair exploded, and he laughed vigorously.

The first treasure was finalized, and the ginseng doll was taken down, and it will be delivered after the meeting is over. During a break period, I contacted the little third master and them through the contract of going out, and several people met in the private room.

Knowing that I got the ginseng doll, several immortals had different expressions, and the little third master patted his chest very proudly: "Don't worry, if the incense is not enough, I have it, count it mine." ”

Hu Xiaodie scoffed: "If you bet you here, it is estimated that it will be worth a hundred liters of incense." ”

"What do you mean? I'm worth a hundred liters? The little third master rolled up his sleeves as he spoke.

I shook my head and smiled bitterly, hurriedly played the round, and brought up another question by the way: "By the way, let's talk about it first, if there is a master's map, who will shoot it?" Don't grab it yourself. ”

Hu Xiaoyu handed me a slippery fox-shaped jade pendant and said, "If the incense is not enough, use this to resist." If the map appears, leave it to us, you don't care. ”