What about those soldiers?" said the garrison soldier proudly, his face flushing for the first time from his mission.

Snowden drew his sword and stabbed the gatekeeper in the neck.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry! There was a flash of light, and an old gatekeeper came running up to him and said, "The new gatekeeper doesn't know anything better!" The old general glanced at Snowden's documents and let Ouyang Dao and the others into the city.

He snorted and followed Ouyang Dao into the city, and when he entered the city, Snowden was still angry at the gatekeeper's disrespect, but Ouyang Dao noticed that something was wrong. The expression on the gatekeeper's face almost disappeared when Snowden's sword was pointed at the gatekeeper's neck, and although the sword was pointed at his neck, he had neither fear nor anger. When the guards behind him chased him away, the expression on the soldier's face remained the same.

In any case, the face and mentality of human beings will change with the change of the environment, whether it is the threat of Snowden or the push of the old conservatives. Under normal circumstances, the gatekeeper's face should change.

If Ouyang Dao saw what he had just seen, he would either be a very strong soldier or not alone. Ouyang Dao thought for a while and smiled coldly. What does he have to do with the city's problems?

He's just a horse buyer. But in the stable, Ouyang Dao realized that things were not that simple. "I'm sorry, sir, there is an epidemic in the city, and all the horses are sick," Ouyang Dao said, his face a little gloomy as he came out of the third carriage house. Kenworth is a small town, and three chariots have exceeded the city's supply limit, which means that horses on the journey cannot be purchased through official channels. Looking for a hotel to live in, Ouyang Dao wanted to find the wrong place.

He ordered his men to go to the city gates to see if any merchants were coming in or out of the gates. At night, Ouyang Dao in the inn was told that there were no restrictions at the door, but due to the lack of horses, the travelers mostly walked. "Am I wrong? ”

Ouyang Dao shook his head sullenly, looked at the sky, and decided to sleep. Since you can't buy a horse in the formal sector, try the informal sector. At the top of the moon, Ouyang Dao woke up from his sleep, called Snowden, and then they slipped out of the room.

In the lobby of the hotel, except for a few drunken drunkards, only the bartender remained sober. Ouyang Dao took out a gold coin and gently placed it on the counter. The waiter's eyes lit up and he stopped cleaning the glass.

"What do you want to know? Ouyang Dao smiled without hesitation. "Where's the nearest supernatural market? preferably one that can't be opened during the day," the bartender smiled expertly as he pulled a small roll of paper from his chest.

"Three gold coins," Ouyang Dao said with a sneer, as soon as he took the gold coins from the counter, the waiter immediately changed his expression and quickly stuffed the note into Ouyang Dao's hand. "Thank you for coming," Ouyang Dao smiled and led Snowden out of the hotel room, as she saw that the bartender had already gotten the money and there was no turning back.

After Ouyang Dao and his wife left, the bartender smiled suspiciously, took the coin, bit into his mouth, and with a click, the bartender took out a missing coin and happily put it in the drawer. Then, the waiter takes out a handmade cigarette, puts it to his mouth, and lights it.

Turquoise smoke wafted through the air, like a thin colored thread. Ouyang Dao and Snowden followed the bartender's address to the entrance of the bazaar, and a dark alley led them to the end, staring blankly at the wall.

According to the bartender, the wall at the end of the alley is meant to prevent the entry of ordinary people, and at the other end of the wall is the entrance to the black market, which is accessed by sucking in the third brick in the middle of the wall, so that the illusion disappears and we enter the black market.

But in front of Ouyang Dao, he didn't see any sign of illusion, which represented Ouyang Dao's awe. There is a spiritual master in this city! The only person who might cause trouble for Ouyang Dao right now is the Spiritual Master.

Ouyang Dao, although he was not afraid of mind control, because the old god was in his body, would not be able to do so, if other spiritual means did not penetrate into his soul, then the illusion was completely unaware of Ouyang Dao. Just like the wall in Ouyang Dao's eyes, although it is considered an illusion, because the illusion only acts on the external sensations of the eyes, Ouyang Dao's psychological defense mechanism is not triggered, causing Ouyang Dao to be blinded and not know where the real entrance is.

Inside, the wall in front of Ouyang Dao moved, leaving one left and one right, which, according to the bartender, was a black market deep on the right. Ouyang Dao and Snowden walked along the empty alley for an unknown number of meters, when suddenly there was a loud noise. It's as if they just blinked, and then when they opened their eyes, everything changed. The colorful streets are filled with vendors and buyers, shops of all colors line up, and the smell wafting from them is as dangerous as their color.

Walking on the black market, Ouyang Dao frowned. It wasn't because of the sanitation facilities in the black market, but Ouyang Dao found these inconsistencies, and he didn't know why. Sneaky vendors, hidden customers, dangerous information from the store, undisguised hostility between customers, all fit the standard black market atmosphere.

Maybe I'm too suspicious?" Ouyang Dao shook his head and walked into a supermarket called Happy Horse Park. The owner was a middle-aged man wearing a black vest with four sewn pockets and a pen pinned to his right breast pocket. Seeing Ouyang Dao walk in, the middle-aged man didn't exert much force, he casually pointed to the counter and said, "You see what you want for yourself, call me when you're ready." ”

Ouyang Dao looked at the display case, there seemed to be miniature ghosts inside, some were skeletons, some were hell, and some were flames. At the counter, Ouyang Dao was amazed by the rune technique, which he discovered was a variant of the summoning technique, but its properties were not yet known. "Shopkeeper, are you interested in selling the runes of these models you made? Ouyang Daoxian was very happy.

For him, he can only be summoned in a standard way, and the miniaturization of the means of summoning is like opening a door to a new world for him. The miniaturization of summoners has far-reaching significance and function. If this skill is not unique to a particular profession, then Ouyang Dao must collect it.

"Not for sale," said the middle-aged shopkeeper, not interested in Ouyang Dao's suggestion, and he sat in the dark, his eyes closed, as if in deep thought. "Don't be in a hurry to say no," Ouyang Dao smiled and leaned against the counter, listening to the middle-aged store manager's breathing rate.

"Shopkeeper, I see you're practicing breathing too, right? I also have a master breathing technique in my hand, how about it? Would you be interested in exchanging? Ouyang Dao mentioned his current specialty, Deep Siphon.

It came from the Lion City, but Ouyang Dao only got it by luck, and how it ended up in the hands of a professional cavalry lieutenant is still a mystery. Ouyang Dao's specialty is deep siphoning, but Ouyang Dao doesn't need to practice regular breathing to increase his energy, in order to be one. So for this book, Ouyang Dao may have less than 13 main contents.

Therefore, you can only exchange the fragments of one chapter of Kung Fu Master with the store manager. According to the value ratio of the two sides, Ouyang Dao thought that he was bidding very high, but to his surprise, the answer given by the middle-aged store manager was still no. The shopkeeper closed his eyes and only replied to Ouyang Dao's bargaining: "You have decided what you want, tell me when you are ready." ”。 Ouyang Dao was rejected, and he thought of another valuable thing.

"Shopkeeper, I wonder if your bloodline power is interested? ”

This time, the middle-aged shopkeeper's reaction to Ouyang Dao's harassment was relatively simple, he directly closed his eyes and did not speak, without Ouyang Dao in front of him. Ouyang Dao smiled awkwardly, then sighed softly. The so-called proven means, because the middle-aged manager does not eat hard and soft, it is necessary that he makes some other preparations. It may have been doomed, but Ouyang Dao could at least tell himself that he had done his best.

Ouyang Dao looked back at the counter, picked out the cheapest wildebeest at random, the shopkeeper stretched out his hand, grabbed the model brought by Ouyang Dao, outlined the deformed outline with his left hand, and finally tapped the model.

"Take it, have enough breathing, use it every eight hours, use it for half a month at most," Ouyang Dao said, bringing the model over and comparing it with what had just been taken out of the counter. If I had to compare, I'd say it feels a little different.

Ouyang Dao took the model away, and based on what the store manager had just done, he was almost certain that it was another calling. Director Ouyang was unclear about the specific limitations of this technology, but the technology was enough to attract him and allow the show to remain miniaturized for a long time.

"Store manager, please continue" Ouyang Dao took out a wildebeest, the middle-aged store manager closed his eyes, opened a gap, looked at Ouyang Dao coldly, and continued to repeat the action. Ouyang Dao was thinking about the store manager's technique, but because the flow of information was more in the body, and the flow of information could not see the meridians of the human body in a normal place. Although Ouyang Dao saw a lot of contradictory gestures, he still found nothing in the end.

Putting down the second wildebeest, Ouyang Dao only needed to repeat the action five times, and at the beginning, the middle-aged store manager would glare at him coldly, and there was no extra performance until the end. After watching it seven times, Ouyang Dao had an epiphany.

However, compared to the method of delayed save, Ouyang Dao prefers the method of shrinking the summoner. Unfortunately, stealing is not an easy task. Although the wildebeest seat on the counter was already empty, and the middle-aged store manager didn't want to add anything more, Ouyang Dao lingered there for a while, but the middle-aged store manager obviously didn't plan to demonstrate in front of him. "How much are seven wildebeests? Ouyang Dao asked a little disappointed.

"280 gold coins" The middle-aged shopkeeper said coldly, Mr. Ouyang weighed his wallet and put 300 gold coins on the counter. "This is my tuition, leave me alone," Ouyang Dao said, turning to leave, without giving the middle-aged store manager a chance to refute.

Although there was no call from behind, Ouyang Dao had already made up his mind that the three hundred gold coins could not be taken back. As a law-abiding professional, buying and selling is the right choice. When Ouyang Dao was walking around the store, he kept thinking about this situation in his mind. Now is not the time to sell. He lacked the necessary materials. Outside the store, Ouyang Dao continued to wander around the black market, this time purposefully, focusing on the shops on both sides of the market.

The main reason for Ouyang Dao's visit is to determine the means behind the black market operators, as well as the specific business plan. In general, the underground black market operates in two ways. One is that the land is now fully owned by black market operators, who operate a 24-hour black market that only allows sellers to enter and exit most of the time, and only all buyers during special hours.

The other is to set up a land that does not belong to the organizers of the black market, which itself is secretly open and held one place after another. In the second case, there are almost no shops, so the current black market in Ouyang Dao will be the first, a fixed location.

There are also two types of black markets, which are also what Ouyang Dao wants to observe. One is that the black market has been around for a long time and has a reputation that needs to be protected, and the owners of the stores they work with will leave their goods on the black market, or even live in the black market location, and only leave occasionally. The second is that the ownership of the land belongs to the owner of the black market, and the shops can only be rented to the vendors, and after the black market is over, the vendors will also leave the guests, and they are not allowed to live in the black market for a long time.

Ouyang Dao's observation allowed him to find a store that was temporarily closed, and based on the bags the vendor had taken with him when he left, the black market was the second most likely scenario. Although the second type of black market also provides goods storage services, due to various considerations, most sellers do not put their goods on the black market and are not allowed to live a long life.

That is, at the end of the deal tonight, the middle-aged store manager will have to leave. The way the seller left was of course different from the way ordinary guests like Ouyang Dao entered, but at least it gave Ouyang Dao hope.

Because the local black market operator has a spiritually oriented master class, Ouyang Dao is unable to operate in the black market, which may inadvertently affect his facial features, leading to some consequences that may make him infamous. Leaving the black market is different, the middle-aged store manager is at most a senior professional, and for Ouyang Dao, the object can be rubbed at will. After deciding on the main action, Ouyang stopped in front of a hawker.

"What about bugs? ”