You must know that this is a full 3,000 Golden Soul Coins, and for a commoner or an ordinary cultivator, it may be a wealth that cannot be earned in a lifetime.

You must know that prices are swelling dramatically now, and often going out to eat a meal or stay out requires a large amount of gold soul coins, but on the night of the funeral, he didn't blink an eye, as if the price of buying a golden puppet knife was so understated.

The transaction was completed quickly, and after the soul coins were delivered on the funeral night, the golden puppet knife was included in the bag, and the shopkeeper Mu Shan suddenly smiled, and his enthusiasm for the funeral night was even higher than Wang Jia.

After accompanying Wang Jia to buy items, the two found a street restaurant in the business district and started to have lunch, and both of them were more happy during the chat, and Wang Jia also revealed to the funeral night that she was actually a small sect disciple under the jurisdiction of Biluo City, and Mu Shan was a fixed long-term partner of their sect.

After lunch, Wang Jia originally wanted to settle the bill, but was buried on the night before taking the lead.

Out of the restaurant, Wang Jia proposed to take the funeral night to continue walking, but the latter refused, and the funeral night replied: "I still have a lot of personal matters to deal with, sorry..."

"It's okay, it's okay, you're busy, then I won't bother you. Wang Jia was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then immediately expressed his understanding.

The two also separated, and the crowd continued to walk alone, and came to a medicine shop, where he stopped and looked through the transparent counter, only to see that there were all kinds of spirit herbs and unformed pill materials on it.

His eyes were fixed on one place, and a spirit grass in the state of loquat leaves on the counter attracted his attention, After a while, he saw Fuye lick his lips and shouted to the medicine shop guy, "Xiao Er, please help me take it out." "The night of the funeral refers to this loquat leaf.

The young junior who was called away, who was snoring happily in the afternoon, glanced at the funeral night, and found that the other party was a young soul, and this shape was obviously not the style of a local.

Glancing at the loquat leaf that the latter was referring to again, he found that this seemed to be inconsistent with the identity of the young man, and said with a lazy face: "This is the loquat tender heart leaf, a bundle of eighty soul coins." ”

"Eighty soul coins?!" After hearing this, his eyes condensed slightly, and he muttered.

Seeing the hesitation on the funeral night, the young shopkeeper finally said impatiently, "If you can't afford it, leave, don't disturb our small shop to do business." ”

And on the funeral night, he didn't expect the other party's tone to be very unkind, but he still calmed down and said, "Eighty is eighty." ”

This loquat leaf is a benign thing, and it seems that it is indeed a high-quality thing, and it has not lost much. It is a very important existence for the cultivation of the funeral night.

After harvesting the loquat leaves, the soul power of the funeral night was gathered, and the process of purchasing items was started again when it was in the bag.

"It's time to change into a battle uniform next..."With a sigh in his heart, he walked towards the clothing street in the business district on the night of the funeral.

When I came to the clothing street, the bustling shouting sounded again, and I saw that the ten-meter neighborhood shops not far away were close to each other, and when the funeral night walked into the street, passers-by seemed to be watching something in a circle.

Funeral Night didn't care enough, he walked into a large store specializing in soul uniforms, and began to buy the clothes he needed.

A uniform that can completely cover the left arm and left hand is the standard that is measured in the heart of the funeral night. But fortunately, the hard work paid off, and after layers of screening, four battle robes and costumes with a price of nearly three or five hundred soul coins were purchased on the funeral night.

"With you, there is no need to deliberately conceal and worry about the exposure of the ghost hand in the battle. ”

Holding one of the black robes in his hand, the ice-like silk texture is incomparably smooth and cool to the touch, which seems to make the funeral night feel satisfied, and the best thing about it is that it can completely wrap the body exposed in the air during the release of soul power, and the robe is attached to the root of the ten fingers to achieve excellent concealment.

At this moment, when the funeral night paused in front of the clothing shop and was about to leave, the noise in the distance once again sounded in his ears, only to hear that the center of the onlookers was a female soul in her thirties, who was being imprisoned here by several big men.

The commotion in the distance attracted the attention of the funeral night, and the woman who was blocked in the road cried angrily, "Get out of the way, stinky rascal!"

When the besieged four soul men heard this, they didn't laugh angrily, only to see a bald man say, "Old lady, you give me honesty." As he spoke, he tried to pull the woman's hair through his soul power.

And the woman's soul power immediately moved, concentrating all her strength to shake away the hand with lewdness, but at the same time, because of the soul power backshock, she was instead affected by the energy of the soul power.

Fainting his eyes, the voice of embarrassment of everyone sounded, and in the noisy voice, he walked into the funeral night of the onlookers and learned that this woman seemed to be a female soul sold by the underground forces, and her strength was in the early stage of the spiritual realm. I wanted to sell it to the powerful as a gift, but I was rejected because I was too old.

The magnates are surrounded by twenty-five or sixteen-year-old beautiful souls in their prime, and generally women over the age of thirty will even be laughed at.

In the Soul Continent, because of the war, the average lifespan of ordinary people and soul people combined is only about thirty years old, and only those who survive as soul cultivators have an average age of eighty or even a hundred years old.

Women are basically regarded as vassals of men in the mainland, and under this extremely distorted value, they are regarded as an uncompromising identity by the elites.

However, although this woman in her thirties was not outstanding or even rejected in the eyes of the high-level Chifeng Town magnates, she was a real sweetheart in the eyes of ordinary soul cultivators and small forces.

Because of this, the woman was trafficked into the Qinglou by this underground dark organization, but she never thought that she would sneak out of the pick-up and the guests while they were relaxing.

This is undoubtedly an outrage to the Qinglou organization, whose network is extremely widespread in the town, and it is wanted, and there is this scene.

Because there is no protection of the royal realm, everyone is accustomed to this matter, and most of the onlookers are hanging high, just watching the lively mercenaries have been guests, and they have never thought of interfering to help, because if they don't do it, they may also get killed, and they can't get anything, and at the same time, the strength of the other party is not an opponent.

"Pei Shu, don't resist anymore, if you change your own little cheeks, don't let yourself fall when the time comes. Another strong man in armor 'persuaded', and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

"Don't come here..."Pei Shu was very scared at this time, she had basically never been treated like this in her life so far, and the four big men in front of her, facing a late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm and three mid-stage Spirit Transformation Realm soul people, she was obviously powerless to fight back, and she looked so young in front of her absolute strength.

Although she kept desperately shouting for help, the onlookers around her were basically indifferent, and more with lustful eyes, looking at the snow muscles exposed in the air under the tearing of her skirt during the run.

What's more, when she asked a male onlooker for help from the voice, the other party directly shouted, "you." ”

and immediately kicked away Pei Shu, who was lightly grasping his calf pants with his fingers.

The corners of her mouth were filled with bright red blood, and with her pale little face, her chest trembled slightly with anger, and Pei Shu at this time seemed to be so dead that she gradually reduced her resistance.

Seeing this, the four big men looked at each other and smiled, and the shortest of them was about to reach out and grab Pei Shu, but at this moment, a strong wind of energy suddenly howled beside him.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the focus of their eyes slightly squinted was completely focused on this, and many spectators who were a little shallow in cultivation were even shocked back a few steps, and when everyone saw it clearly, it was clear again.

As the energy wind subsided, only a scream from the short and stout man was heard, and the scene suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

The person who came was a young man with black hair tied behind his head and a cool outfit, but he saw that his black leather gloves and the arms of the short man clenched in his hands had been broken into a dislocation. The dislocation of the bones and their screams were so sharp and piercing.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

It was the night of the funeral, and I saw him snort softly, and spit out domineering words under his indifferent face. Since the whole process of purchasing clothes, what happened to Pei Shu has to be said to have attracted the funeral night.

Watching the four big men bullying a weak woman, he really couldn't bear the restlessness in his heart on the night of the funeral, especially these indifferent spectators beside him, so he couldn't help but push the idea of helping her get rid of it.

And Pei Shu's appearance actually attracted a lot of attention on the funeral night, it seems that there was no influence of her mother when she was a child, and the funeral night has a lot of good feelings for older women, and there are often young mothers in Yehuai Village who helped themselves when they had no food to eat on the funeral night.

I went up to the mountains to chop firewood and hunt with the villagers, and sometimes I was forced to work and survive for a woman of Pei Shu's age because her husband was not by her side for various reasons.

It can be said that there are all kinds of acquaintances, and the funeral night has a lot of admiration for the woman who looks like a peach and plum year.

And Pei Shu looked at the back of the black-haired young man with red and swollen eyes like pear blossoms raining down at this time, and just when she was about to resign herself to despair, this back seemed to have become the dawn of her hope.

As if grasping a life-saving straw, Pei Shu hurriedly dragged the injured body, knelt close to the funeral night on the red stone slab, and shouted to him: "Young man, save me!"

But Funeral Night did not turn back to her, but kicked away the dwarf man who was kneeling beside him with an indifferent face, and looked at the other three strong men with cold eyes.

"Where's the hairy boy?!"

"How dare you come here and meddle in your business?!"

The bald soul man in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm sneered and slowly spit out, for the funeral night that flew to do it, he didn't know the details of the other party, and he didn't choose to attack rashly, but used the strategy of delaying the army, and immediately made a gesture behind his back, signaling to the big man on the side of him: The situation has changed, and he quickly went to ask for support.

When the big man saw this, he immediately remained silent and quietly ran away sharply towards the back of the crowd.