"It's rare, why, didn't you go out today?"

Bai Huo looked at Ye Feng who was wandering in the courtyard a little unexpectedly, he didn't see anyone almost every day for nearly half a month, even meals, and occasionally they met at night, thinking that they should be training in Biyan.

"Morning, Uncle Bai, I'm about to go out, hehe." Ye Feng smiled and slowly walked towards the white fire, half a month of cultivation made him refreshed, and his originally melancholy heart gradually became cheerful.

"Although the time is pressing, don't work so hard, even if you become stronger, wait until the day of the conference and fall ill, but the gain outweighs the loss." Bai Huo said with concern, Ye Feng has indeed gone a little too far recently, and it can be seen from the dark circles on his face.

"Of course I know, aren't you just about to go out and relax, take a day off, Uncle Bai, don't worry about it." Ye Feng walked out of the door with a smile, "I'll go out first." ”

"Remember to come back sooner." Bai Huo sighed and shook his head helplessly, "Alas, this kid ......"

Out of the White Mansion, Ye Feng went to the most prosperous area in the city, where there are the most vendors, the most shops, and the most people in the city, almost all the demon hunters who come back from Tianmai Mountain will sell the materials exploited from the monsters here, and some precious materials will also be auctioned and sold through the chamber of commerce in the city.

"How short of money you are." In the artistic conception, the Grim Reaper said lightly.

"Sell it early, have peace of mind, a hell system exercise will cost hundreds of thousands of gold coins, you say how short I am." Ye Feng said angrily, "Obviously, other kinds of exercises can be bought with tens of thousands of gold coins. ”

"What do you mean by that, you still dislike the hell soul qi?"

"No, no, but I like it, you can be quiet for a while, I can't even think about things." Ye Feng replied.

"There are really a lot of people in this area, it's just dawning tomorrow." Ye Feng said softly to himself.

The whole street in front of me is full of vendors, and the street several meters wide is already overcrowded, and you can only barely walk on your feet.

Ye Feng crowded in the crowd, constantly searching, but his target was not on the side of the street, but in those inconspicuous alleys, after all, even the materials on the lion and tiger beast in this city were extremely rare, if it was sold in public, it would inevitably attract people's attention, and it would not end well, after all, he was only a thirteen-year-old child......

"That's right!" Ye Feng suddenly fell on the road.

"What's the matter, what a fuss." Seeing Ye Feng suddenly stop, the Grim Reaper suddenly had some doubts.

Ye Feng suddenly thought of the seriousness of the problem, a thirteen-year-old child went to sell the things on the lion and tiger beast, and he was still in an inconspicuous alley, no matter how he thought about it, it was very suspicious......

Ye Feng turned around and walked out of the street, got a black robe and mask from nowhere, and then quietly passed through the alley on the side.

"Isn't it more eye-catching for you to dress like this?" Death was speechless.

"Wouldn't it be okay to just fool around with this?" Ye Feng smiled sheepishly, "Can your voice be heard by anyone other than me?" ”

"Yes......" Death replied.

"That's it, you can say whatever I say, you can communicate for me." Ye Feng put on a mask and pulled the hat on the cloak down, and the whole person was tightly covered.

"From now on, whatever I tell you in my head, you will say for me, you know." Ye Feng said as he walked.

"Got it, got it." The Grim Reaper replied impatiently.

Ye Feng carefully shuttled through the noisy streets, and the eyes under the mask kept scanning back and forth on both sides of the street.

"What for? Walk without long eyes? ”

Ye Feng was startled by a loud sound, and he accidentally bumped into someone as he looked around.

"I'm sorry." Ye Feng looked up at the burly man in front of him and said to the god of death in his mind.

"What are you waiting for?" Ye Feng said again.

"I'm sorry." The Grim Reaper replied helplessly, and a gloomy voice came from the mask through the soul energy.

The burly man, who was still angry just now, suddenly trembled a little when he heard this voice, and after swallowing his saliva unconsciously, he said a little stiffly, "No, it's okay......"

Then, under Ye Feng's gaze, the man left in some panic.

Ye Feng, the voice of the Grim Reaper, had already felt that it was nothing after listening to it for a long time, but it was a little creepy for others who listened to it for the first time.

"The first time I spoke to you, you looked like this." The Grim Reaper said lightly.

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person." Ye Feng replied angrily.

Not long after walking, a vendor drinking water in the alley caught Ye Feng's attention.

The vendor was thin and thin, wearing a black cloak like Ye Feng, and the vendor's face could not be seen at all under the cover of the hat, only the arm that stretched out from the cloak was white and immature, although there were still one or two unseen scars.

Such vendors usually don't want to attract attention, and they shouldn't reveal anything if they can do business with such people.

Ye Feng walked up to the vendor, looked at the various monster materials on the stall, and said slowly, "Do you collect things here?" ”

Because it was the voice of death, the vendor in front of him suddenly shrank back in fright.

"I, I can't afford anything too valuable." The vendor whispered.

Ye Fengpestle was stunned in place for a moment, it was actually a girl, and it seemed that she was not much older than herself when she heard her voice.

"Little girl, you can't accept the materials on the lion and the tiger here." The Grim Reaper continued to ask, this time his voice was much softer, although it was all because of Ye Feng's request.

"What kind of material, please?" The vendor never looked up, but asked timidly.

"Two mutilated furs, a crystal nucleus, a horn, and some teeth." The Grim Reaper said lightly.

"This ......," the small vendor in front of him suddenly replied with some nervousness after listening to the words of the Grim Reaper, "I may not be able to collect so many valuable materials." ”

"You can always take one or two, right?"

"One or two are fine, but ......," the vendor reached out and touched the gold coin bag in his arms, and then said with some hesitation, "but I should only accept one fur and horn." ”

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't speak, the vendor continued to ask, "I don't know how many gold coins you want to sell." ”

"The fur is not complete, you can tell the price yourself."

Looking at the small vendor in front of him, Ye Feng felt a little pity, this girl should be the so-called entourage, although it is an entourage, but in fact, it is just following some demon hunting groups as bait, although it is dangerous, but for such a homeless little girl, this is the only way to survive, because after the demon hunt is over, she can also get some loot.

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, wisps of soul energy continued to gush out of his hand, and then gradually formed two animal skins and horns, "You can take a look first." ”

The little vendor suddenly became more frightened when he looked at Ye Feng in front of him, because Ye Feng took things out of his body directly.

Most people have utensils that can store things, such as rings, bracelets, pendants, earrings, etc., and the reason why they use these things is because they can't put things into their bodies, and the reason is that they can't awaken the martial spirit.

In other words, only those who have awakened the martial soul can incorporate things into the artistic conception of the body......

The vendor reached out a little tremblingly and touched the animal skin in front of her, she was already frightened, she had never seen anyone who had awakened the martial spirit, at least not in all the demon hunting groups she had joined before.

"Hides, 10,000 gold coins......"

"Horns, 2,000 gold coins......"

The vendor whispered.

"Is that the price?" Death asked.

"Yes, this is all my gold coins, I can't afford to give more......" The vendor directly handed over the gold coin bag in his arms, and the beads of sweat on his head kept sliding down his cheeks.

In fact, the sum of this beast skin and horn is only seven thousand gold coins, the reason why she said that is completely because she is afraid of Ye Feng in front of her, she is afraid that the few gold coins she gave will be killed by Ye Feng, after all, this is the person who has awakened the martial soul.

After noticing that something was wrong with the little girl, Ye Feng reached out and took the gold coin bag and looked at the gold coins inside, 12,000 gold coins, it seemed to be all.

"That's it, I'll come back in the future, I only need half of the gold coins this time, and six thousand gold coins are enough." After taking the gold coin, Ye Feng threw the money bag to the vendor in front of him.

"I'll give you this too." Before leaving, Ye Feng turned around again and gave the teeth of those lion and tiger beasts to the small vendor.

Then Ye Feng gradually disappeared into the surprised gaze of the small vendor.

"Don't you love money? Actually only take half of it? Death asked, puzzled.

"Can't you see it?"

"She's just afraid of quoting a fake price, and ......" Ye Feng paused and continued, "Blame poor ......"

"You still pity others?"

"You're not human, how can you understand." Ye Feng replied, "There are many children like her in this world, they have no family and no shelter, so in order to survive, they can only follow the witcher as a bait in exchange for some reward." ”

"Many of them died under the attack of monsters, and some witchers even abandoned them after reusing them, leaving them to fend for themselves in the monster-filled mountains......

Walking into an alley where no one was around, Ye Feng took off the black robe and mask on his body, "Even so, they can only choose to believe." ”

“……”

After listening to Ye Feng's words, the god of death in the artistic conception suddenly became silent.