"Guys, don't blink."

Wang Mazi didn't expect this strange old man to advertise himself, so he took a deep breath and blew towards the strands of hair.

The next second.

When the hair touched the blade of the sword, the blade snapped.

The audience exclaimed directly.

"It can't be!"

"That's a sword refined by a great monk!"

"I'm going to report it, someone sells fakes!"

"Oops, broken?" The old man said with an innocent face. "Look, I'll just say no, even my hair is cut off, and the sword qi just now is also fake, right?"

"You...."Wang Mazi was so angry that he couldn't speak, this sword was obtained by him for a lot of money, how could it be fake?

"Who sells fakes?"

Two guards walked with heavy steps.

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Wang Mazi hurriedly explained that selling fakes here would cost him his life.

"Lord Guard, it's a misunderstanding." The old man threw the hilt of his sword on the ground, "This stall owner was also deceived by the owner of the goods, and now there is no owner to buy it, so it can't be regarded as selling fakes, right?" ”

One of the guards stepped forward to check the identity of Wang Mazi's stall owner, and after a few moments, the two guards turned to leave.

Wang Mazi breathed a long sigh of relief and kept thanking the old man. "Uncle, thanks to you for helping me speak this time, otherwise I would have died."

"You're welcome, it's all trivial." The old man looked at Tang Wanyu. "Boss, do you want to see my goods?"

Tang Wanyu turned her head to look at Wang Yu, and Wang Yu nodded slightly, indicating that she could.

The old man on the opposite side glanced at Wang Yu meaningfully, and then took out a wooden box. "You're going to love this stuff."

As he spoke, the old man opened the wooden box, and there was a wooden doll lying inside.

"What?" Liu Neng was the first to shout.

A man in the crowd snorted. "Is this a spirit calling?"

Evoke?

Hearing these two words, the crowd began to talk.

"Impossible! Isn't the art of making a spirit summoner lost? ”

"That is, even if there are still people who can do it, the spirit inside is not easy to control."

"Fake, it must be fake, there is no aura on it at all."

The old man didn't pay attention to everyone's words, but handed the things to Wang Yu. "Little brother, do you think this is true or fake?"

"What is a spirit caller?" Wang Yu took the initiative to ask.

"The so-called spirit summoning is to establish a contract with the spirit to attach it to an object for the owner to drive." The old man explained slowly. "The spirit in this doll is the remnant soul of a demon butterfly, which can be driven three times."

"Demon butterfly?" The man who had seen the clue before continued to ask. "You're talking about a demon butterfly, but it's a three-star demon clan?"

"Yes." The old man nodded.

"Bid, I want it." The man stepped out of the crowd with a look of ambition.

"I'm sorry." The old man shook his head, "I pay attention to fate in business, and this thing has nothing to do with you." ”

"What do you mean?" The man was surprised. "You don't make any money?"

The old man did not answer, but looked at Tang Wanyu. "Boss, do you want it?"

"How much." Tang Wanyu was also interested in this thing.

The old man held up a finger.

"1 million?" Just now the man asked again, but the old man didn't even look at him.

"10 million?" Tang Wanyu asked tentatively.

"One hundred million." As soon as the old man's words fell, Wang Yu directly pulled Tang Wanyu away.

When the old man saw this, he was in a hurry. "You can bargain."

The crowd around them also laughed and scolded and dispersed, a three-star spirit summoner actually asked for 100 million!

This old man must be crazy!

The man from before also sighed, then turned to leave.

"Boss, wait for me." The old man got up and caught up with Wang Yu and Tang Wanyu in two vertical steps, Wang Yu sighed, and the old man's figure caught his attention.

"I don't have any money."

Tang Wanyu said in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter if it's money or not, it's fate that we meet." The old man called the two aside, "There were a lot of people just now, so I quoted a sky-high price and let the people who watched the excitement leave, and now let's talk again?" ”

"Then how much do you say?" Tang Wanyu was amused, thinking that this old man's business was quite interesting.

The old man held up a finger again.

"It won't be another 100 million, right?"

A trace of doubt flashed on Tang Wanyu's face.

"Of course not, 10 million is enough." The old man had an expression of having suffered a big loss.

"Let's go." Wang Yu put his hand on Tang Wanyu's shoulder and looked at the old man with disdain. "Do you really think that our money is blown by the wind?"

"Little brother, you don't understand, the spirit may not be worth 10 million, but the things I give can save your life."

The old man said in a solemn tone.

"Save my life?" Wang Yu had a question mark on his face.

"Your Yin Tang is sunken, your eyes are erratic, your eyebrows are protruding, and you are red, but you have recently encountered a bloody disaster?" The old man pinched his fingers in a good manner.

"You're so accurate!" Tang Wanyu exclaimed. "Is there a way to resolve it?"

Wang Yu next to him couldn't wait to slap Tang Wanyu's face, not to mention that he was wearing a mask, how could he see his face?

Secondly, these words sound like the words of charlatans, but I didn't expect Tang Wanyu to take it seriously!

"The old man is indifferent to fame and fortune all his life, and he only wants to save the world from danger." The old man sighed. "But this little brother doesn't believe the old man's words, and there is no point in saying more, I won't buy anything."

The old man was about to leave, but Tang Wanyu already believed his words, "Stop." ”

"Is there anything else?" The old man asked with a fake meaning.

"Master, my friend has been in a bad mood lately, so please don't mind, I accept the price you said." Tang Wanyu believes in these things very much, money is small, and she is mainly worried that Wang Yu will really have an accident.

"Then transfer the money." The old man took out his mobile phone. "Wait." Wang Yu sneered. "You're only half right, I met the Bloodlight Plague, and then what?"

"It seems that the little brother wants to test the old man."

The old man put his hands behind his back and walked around Wang Yu. "The last bloodlight disaster should have killed you, but you are still alive, which shows that there are noble people to help."

"Go on." Wang Yu half-squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"I have calculated that there is still one more catastrophe in your fate, and it will be fulfilled in less than three days." The old man said firmly.

"Is it also a bloodlight disaster?" Wang Yu had a mocking tone.

"Not necessarily."

The old man shook his head, "It may be emotional." ”

Hearing the word emotion, Tang Wanyu's heart chuckled. "Master, what will happen to his feelings?"

"Shut up." Wang Yu interrupted Tang Wanyu, and then looked at the old man playfully. "If I'm okay in three days, you say that?"

"The old man told the fortune, and he didn't miss it." The old man was very confident.

"Well, if what you said doesn't come true after three days, then I'll show you what the Bloody Light Plague is." Wang Yu exuded a hint of murderous aura.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then took out the special collection code for the black market. "Let's get the money."