"All it takes is a bag of gold to get the protection of the great Master Bastith! What better business could be?!"

"Not a hundred bags, not ten bags, just one bag of gold!"

"You won't be in any danger in Usa!" The dwarf merchant quickly shook off the consternation caused by the banshee's out-of-the-box thinking, and continued to sell his amulet, "And all it takes is a bag of gold!"

Zhu Zhu sighed a little for the uncheckable.

"I'm so sorry," she puffed out her cheeks, her red pupils full of apology, "although I am also afraid of danger, I am even more afraid of my captain...... If the captain knew that I had enshrined other gods, he would have eaten me. ”

With that, she shook her head with her hands behind her back and hopped out of the dwarf's shop to chase Nikita, who was about to disappear into the sea of people.

The dwarf merchant stared blankly at the back of the little witch leaving, and spat on the ground in a daze.

When I turned around, I saw two sturdy male witches in red robes crouching in front of their stalls, looking at the other toad-shaped wood carving of the stall, talking to each other and whispering something.

One of them was a fat man with a round head and a round face and blue skin, while the other had a striking red face. Looking at their dresses, it is obvious that they are all outsiders.

The dwarf's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned over.

The two wizards were talking in whispers.

"It's a sculpture of that guy from Satoguya. ”

"I think it's a moon beast...... The doctor told me that the moon beast, a specialty of the Dream Realm, looks like a big toad. ”

"But it doesn't have tentacles around its mouth! And if I'm not mistaken, the moon beast is white, and the color of this sculpture is almost purple-black, similar to that of Satogua. ”

"Satogua has short hair, not this oily skin......"

"Hey, you're the boss, aren't you!" The blue-skinned fat man turned his head to look at the dwarf merchant and asked rudely, "Then you must know whose sculpture it is, right?"

"Of course!" the dwarf crossed his waist and nodded confidently: "Great Satogua......"

The blue fat man immediately looked at his companion with a smug expression.

The dwarf changed his words and added, "...... A descendant of the great Mother of the Moon Beasts!With it, you can gain the friendship of the Moon Beasts and the favor of His Majesty Satogua at the same time!"

The blue fat man's face suddenly darkened, and his companion, the red-faced sturdy wizard, clutched his stomach and laughed breathlessly.

"All it takes is a bag of gold!" the dwarf shouted hoarsely, waving his short arms, "a bag of gold!

Two out-of-towners stood up.

"Faith is not for sale," the blue fat man righteously rejected the dwarf's peddling: "Blessing is not a business. You are defiling these sacred words. ”

The red-faced wizard, on the other hand, was more simple, and honestly said to the dwarf, "Actually, we don't have a bag of gold...... When we first arrived, we didn't know what the currency was. ”

The dwarf spat on the ground again with a gloomy face.

The fat man and Zhang Jixin returned to the street and continued to walk forward with the flow of people.

"Speaking of which, the captain and a few of them must have already arrived. The blue fat man looked left and right and said, "I don't know where that edamame guy ran to......"

"It's time to go find the black cat. Zhang Jixin replied slowly: "By the way, did you smell anything on that dwarf just now?"

"Well, it's a faint demonic breath. The blue fat man didn't care, and waved his hand: "There is a high probability that a demon is passing by and the residual breath." Let's not make a fuss about it for now......"

The red-faced wizard nodded silently.

The two continued to walk along the flow of people.

......

......

When Juju found Nikita, the banshee was standing in front of a divination booth, bent over, looking closely at a yellowed piece of parchment.

It was a stall with a large purple umbrella, and golden tassels and incense snails hung down the umbrella bones, swaying in the breeze. Under the umbrella was a huge table with a purple tablecloth that looked fluffy and shimmered in the setting sun. On the table was a thick book, several rolls of parchment, ink, and purple quills, but most striking was a carved copper kettle with a thin mouth and a big belly.

An old witch with a huge hooked nose sat behind a desk, draped in a thick purple cloak that covered her head, neck, and body, revealing only her wrinkled face.

Her withered hands were like crow's claws, caressing the copper kettle, and her mouth was full of words.

A pearl-colored mist erupted from the spout of the pot, condensing into a turban-wrapped figure who held a quill and left strings of flowered characters on the yellowed parchment.

The little banshee leaned in.

Write a string of poetic words in black ink on parchment:

"The sunset burns,

Doom is inevitable.

We stand at the end of our lives.

Holding on to fantasies and dreams, we wept bitterly.

But he has a fate that can't change himself. ”

The little banshee looked up at the crimson clouds in the sky, as if blood was burning. The evening breeze blew, and she tightened her pretty little robes and shivered.

"What is this?" it whispered to Nikita.

"I don't know. The banshee shook her head: "It's not a prophecy, it's not a verse. It looks more like a romantic poet lamenting fate. ”

"Isn't this for you?" Zhu Zhu looked at the banshee in confusion, and then at the cloaked old soothsayer sitting behind the stall, with a blank expression.

"No," replied Nikita, standing up straight, "I was just standing here when the little thing in the copper kettle came out and wrote this by itself. ”

Zhu Zhu glanced at the old witch cautiously.

The old witch squinted half-squinting, as if she had not heard the conversation of the guests. A soft cat meow sounded in her arms, and a golden paw poked out from under the purple cloak, stretching her waist, and the five meat pads opened comfortably, and the little banshee couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch it.

"Excuse me," said the little banshee, holding back the urge in her heart, politely to the old witch, "have you ever seen a wizard and a witch with a grey dog...... Something like this. ”

She took out a portrait from her bosom, which was drawn according to the description of the Zugo, but Zugo and the wizard were not the same kind of creatures, and it was inevitable that there would be a situation similar to 'face blindness', so the portrait they provided was only for simple reference.