"Is the screen a space artifact?"

While looking at the stalls around him, Han Fan asked.

The scene of the black market is not much different from what he imagined, and it is exactly the same as the scene under the stall economy recently.

Stalls are connected to stalls, and the sound of selling and bargaining comes and goes, which makes Han Fan have to sigh, whether it is the era of science or the era of cultivation, the stall or the stall, bargaining is a natural skill that every person in reality has no teacher to teach.

"How precious the space magic weapon is, let alone such a large internal space, how can it be placed here at will?" the shadow said and glanced at Han Fan with disdain.

I have to know that the space magic weapon is precious?

As you go deeper, after passing through a long street of street stalls, the next street is some bottom merchant shops, and not far away there is a five-storey attic, looking at the shop sign, it is a shop that sells magic weapons.

It seems that the stall just now should be "the exclusive trading place of the ghetto monks".

Han Fan couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you buy it outside?"

What I got was another look of disdain.

If it weren't for your Seven Realms Peak, I'll tell you, I would have to decide whether you live or die today.

"It's definitely expensive. "The desire to fight is surging, but the exit is from the heart.

In a place like the cultivation realm, a person's confidence comes from two things, one is strength, and the other is savings.

After some analysis, Han Fan, who had no strength and no deposits, resolutely ...... Confessed.

"Have you ever seen a corpse being sold on a stall?" the shadow couldn't help but speak. The yin and yang strange qi in the tone is full.

If you haven't seen it, it doesn't mean you haven't?

Although Han Fan wanted to raise the bar, he wanted to come under the eaves......

Bear with me one more hand.

The shadow walked straight into a shop called "Returning to the Spirit", and Han Fan followed suit.

The name is poetic, the shop that sells corpses can be named like this, and the names that Han Fan expected are all "sunken corpses", "deceased" or something, not to mention the rows, but also some mysterious names such as "Heaven" and "Earth".

It's that I'm shallow and short-sighted.

"Boss, the pinnacle of the four realms, single. "The shadow is familiar with the road.

"Okay. The boss apparently knew the shadow and walked straight to the back room.

Han Fan looked around the store, there was no goods displayed in the outhouse where the guests were received, and he thought about it, although the corpse was not strange to cultivators, but it was a little strange to put it on the counter and on the shelf.

"Yo, old patron. Han Fan teased.

"It's okay, I used to always need some substitutes for the dead, so I just came here to buy ready-made. The shadow did not shy away from it, and said truthfully.

Han Fan is not surprised, the existence of the shadow is reasonable, doing some pickled things for the city lord.

After a while, the boss answered, and the shadow heard and walked into the back room.

The two walked out talking and laughing.

Out of the store, Han Fan's two innocent eyes stared at the shadow.

"What are you doing?" the shadow subconsciously took a half step back.

"What about people?"

The shadow patted the bag on his waist, "Otherwise, I can't resist on my shoulder?"

"Where's the money?"

The shadow patted the bag again, "Otherwise, I'll grab it?"

......

Han Fan supported his forehead. Well, I can't talk about it this day.

Do I mean that? I don't know if I have to give money?

The shadow paused, and reflexively walked back to the store.

"What's wrong again?"

"There's a teleportation device in the shop, so you can just leave, I just remembered. With that, Han Fan received a familiar, contemptuous look.

You forgot to blame me!

After leaving the black market, the shadow slapped the door of the head, and then added a sentence: "Is one enough? Do you have anything else to buy?"

Han Fan: "......"

Get out of here!

If it weren't for the disparity in strength, I, Han Xiaofen, would have to fight with you when I crossed the border today.

"By the way, what do you want corpses for?" Shadow couldn't help but ask.

"Do you think we're familiar enough to ask this kind of question?" Han Fan can be regarded as having found an opportunity to counterattack, and the yin and yang words are directly full, and the ridicule is overflowing.

With a "swish", the shadow silently drew his long sword.

“......”

You're going to have no friends like that.

On the way back, Han Fan kept thinking, who brought the rhythm of the two of them, and who set the precedent for the way the two of them got along?

Obviously, there will be no answer to this question.

Return to Yuncheng.

"Remember to let me know the next time you want to go out. With that, the shadow strode away.

"You come back for me!" Han Fan shouted.

"How. The shadow looked back in confusion.

"Where can I contact you? At least I have to leave a buckle number, right?" Han Fan angrily directly burst out of the Northeast dialect.

The shadow slapped his head again.

Passive Skill: Forgetfulness.

As for the buckle number, there is naturally no buckle number, the shadow left Han Fan with a wooden card, nothing is written on the wooden card, there is no pattern, not to mention, and even the polishing of the corners is very rough, Han Fan can't help but suspect that this is the shadow to break it by hand in order to save trouble.

Thinking of the character of the shadow, not to mention, it is really possible.

After returning to the courtyard of the hunter team and reporting a wave of safety to the captain, Han Fan hurriedly returned to the room, preparing to absorb the "Returning Spirit".

It's always a little disgusting to call the corpse, but it's better to return to the spirit.

The captain didn't ask much about Han Fan's outing, just joking, and knew with his toes that there must be a master of the City Lord's Mansion secretly protecting him, so what was there to worry about?

In the room, Han Fan slapped his head, and his movements were the same as those of the shadow.

A wail.

The frightened captain hurriedly rushed in to check the situation, only to see Han Fan with a sad face.

"What's the matter?" the captain was a little unsure of what was going on.

"Shadow, you bastard, give me something!"

When the captain heard this, oh, it's okay.

Excuse me.

Han Fan smashed the wooden plaque fiercely.

In less than three seconds, the figure of the shadow suddenly appeared in the room.

The captain's whole body tensed, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"It's okay, it's my friend. Han Fan explained.

"I see, senior. The captain saluted and left with interest.

"What's wrong?" Shadow's expression was a little unpleasant, and he probed to see that there was no danger nearby.

"Where's the thing?" Han Fan glared at the shadow fiercely, thinking he was very fierce.

"What's that?"

"What do you say, what are we going to do on the black market?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Stop!" Han Fan shouted, and the hand that the shadow was about to slap his head stopped in the air.

"Hurry up and take it out. Han Fan rolled his eyes, and muttered in his heart, why can such a person be valued by the city lord?

Because of Hume?

The shadow took out the "return to the spirit" and turned to leave.

This time, though, he visibly hesitated.

"What else is not?"

"What do you say?" Han Fan's eyes were about to roll to the sky.

"Really?"

“......”

"Wooden cards, wooden cards, brother !!!!" Han Fan repeatedly jumped sideways on the edge of hysteria.

"Wooden signs? Oh yes. Shadow rummaged through the bag and pulled out a ...... that was half a meter long and half a meter wide Trunk. Then he skimmed a rectangular wooden plaque down, injected a spiritual aura, and handed it to Han Fan.

“......”

Is it really hand-torn?