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Chapter 239 A man who hunts geese all day long eventually gets pecked blind by them.
They were all terrified of the necromancer.

Little did they know, this time it was truly not true. The necromancer's rare sincerity aroused suspicion from everyone.

Just like someone who tells too many lies, when they finally tell the truth, they are also considered to be lying.

We've all become immune to the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" after it's been told so many times.

At this moment, the necromancer panicked.

"I know what you're worried about."

"But if you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another chance."

The necromancer repeated it one last time.

The girl being whipped let out a cold laugh.

"It's your loss if you miss out; for us, they're basically dispensable."

"Let's start by talking about your sincerity."

"We can't send our men to their deaths based on just some information."

"We're not like you, experts at manipulating corpses; we have countless cannon fodder at our disposal."

“Our men are all flesh and blood; we would be heartbroken if one of them died.”

The girl who was whipping the girl put on an expression of cherishing her reputation, but in reality, she wanted to make an exorbitant demand.

"That's right. If they want us to contribute manpower and effort, they should offer us real money to help them."

"Otherwise, who would believe what you say? Your credibility has completely collapsed."

“You have no credibility with us anymore.”

Even the demon swordsman didn't quite believe the necromancer's words.

"Yes, this kind of inheritance is not necessary for us; at most, it's just icing on the cake."

"Or, you could cooperate with those lunatics from the Resurrection Society."

"And while you're at it, help them retrieve the Blood Saint's legacy."

"They'll probably thank your ancestors for eighteen generations."

The three sages sneered.

The necromancer's bones were filled with resistance; it almost jumped up when the topic of resurrection came up.

"I will not communicate with those guys who have no beauty and only know how to play with corpses."

The other three high-ranking members of the Gospel Church twitched at the same time, thinking, "Aren't you talking about yourself?"

"What I need now is someone who is good at infiltration."

"My Bone Shadow Demon is quite powerful, but it exudes a strong aura of the undead. Once it enters a city in Yan Kingdom, it will probably be discovered very quickly."

Most of the necromancer's minions are not good at concealing their undead aura.

Those skilled at concealing their presence were sent by the necromancer to carry out secret missions.

That's why the necromancer is in such a predicament—because he doesn't have any suitable or capable people at his disposal.

"Let me be frank and open about it."

"My darling told me that this time, the Blood Saint's inheritance will appear at the Dark Auction House."

After hearing the necromancer's words, the whipping girl sneered, "The appearance of the Dark Auction House, isn't this just what you wanted?"

"Among the bigwigs of the Gospel Church, you are the one who makes the most money off the dead."

"Once the tombs of those royal relatives and nobles are found, their burial goods can bring in a considerable income."

"Besides, why don't you send your skeleton army to surround the Dark Auction House?"

"Don't you, the leader of the evangelical church, even have this much courage?"

Whipping the girl was clearly a way of questioning the necromancer's abilities.

Did the necromancer's strength decrease significantly after he stole the Grave Whip?

Many thoughts raced through the girl's mind: could she take this opportunity to annex the necromancer's power?

However, after thinking about it, the girl decided to abandon the idea of ​​whipping her.

After all, necromancers are masters of manipulating corpses, and most of their subordinates are resurrected by them.

They all regard necromancers as ancestors.

A necromancer's words are like a sacred decree.

At this moment, the necromancer gave an awkward smile.

"If only it were that simple."

"The Dark Auction House has quite a background."

“I can’t afford to offend its backers, and the Dark Auction House doesn’t use worldly gold and silver as a measure; it requires a lot of rare and precious materials.”

"And that's exactly what I'm lacking. Undead treasures are useful to me, but they'll be undervalued at auctions."

"That's why I think that person intercepted the Blood Saint's inheritance before it was placed in the Dark Auction House."

"That's why I wanted you to send someone to help me search for it."

"This is my advance payment to you, and it will not be returned even if things don't go well."

The necromancer tossed three multicolored gems to the three men.

The whipping girl used her small leather whip to curl up the gem, and the demon swordsman flicked it with the tip of his sword, placing the gem in his hand.

The three sages used a burst of starlight to imprison the gem.

She examined it closely in her eyes, which were as deep as starlight.

"A magic stone that seals an eighth-tier spell?"

“What a big deal.”

The three sages smiled and put the magic stone away.

The girl who was whipping the boy snorted coldly, crossed her arms over her chest, and her expression softened slightly.

As for the Demon Swordsman, he stood up, turned around and left. He didn't have a suitable candidate in his hands, and having already taken all the benefits, there was no reason for him to give them back.

The necromancer felt that he had been hunting geese all day long, only to be pecked blind by the geese themselves.

Even a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes like the Demon Swordsman has learned to cheat himself out of things.

Damn it!
The necromancer was so angry that his bones were cracking.

"I have someone here who is extremely skilled at shadow manipulation."

"His talent is shadow manipulation. His younger brother betrayed me and joined the Resurrection Society. So I imprisoned him in another dimension to kill void beasts."

"Let's give him a chance to redeem himself this time."

"What treasures do you possess that can detect the Blood Saint's inheritance?"

"Bring them all out at once."

The girl being whipped grinned, her eyes filled with malice.

Having obtained the treasure, she naturally had no habit of spitting it out.

The necromancer was in a dilemma.

At this moment, the three sages spoke up: "Necromancer, then give the pointer of fate to the girl."

"Don't worry, we will share the Blood Saint's inheritance with you publicly after we get it. You won't be left out."

"Although the girl who whips you doesn't get along with you, she still stands with us on matters of principle."

"Right, you whipping girl?"

The three sages said with a smile.

The whipping girl nodded: "Yes, necromancer, if you don't want me to do something for you and you keep dawdling, I can choose not to help you."

"At worst, I'll just return this magic stone to you."

The girl, whipping the stone, pretended to throw it back. At that moment, the necromancer swung his bone staff.

Something resembling a golden pointer appeared beside the girl being whipped.

"This is my treasure, remember to return it to me."

The necromancer showed an expression of heartache and pain.

"Alright, leave everything to me."

"Once this thing comes into my possession, it's mine."

The girl, whipped with utter arrogance, spoke before transforming into countless black shadows and vanishing without a trace.

"Haha, that Fate Pointer should only have one last use."

"It wouldn't matter if this thing were used to whip young girls."

"Necromancer, you don't seem to have suffered much loss either."

After saying something meaningful, the three sages disappeared into the air.

The necromancer's eyes showed a look of fear at this moment.

In fact, of the remaining three giants, the three sages were the ones he could least see clearly.

However, the three sages were right; the pointer of fate appeared to be intact on the outside, but in reality, it was riddled with cracks inside.

It can only be used once.

This is the backlash that comes from peeking into fate.

Ye Bai didn't rest much; instead, he took advantage of the night and left the house with the spatial pelican.

He changed his appearance and went to the ghost market in the capital.

The ghost market opens between 2 and 3 a.m.

In Daliushu Village in the capital city, this place was originally a cemetery.

It is usually filled with many will-o'-the-wisps.

Ye Bai, wearing a paper effigy mask, wandered through the desolate wilderness.

Using the large willow tree as a reference, he arrived at an unmarked tombstone not far from the tree.

Ye Bai gently tapped the blurry photo on the tombstone, and instantly he arrived at the entrance of a bustling market.

The two paper figures with rouge painted on their cheeks were responsible for guarding the market gate.

When they saw Ye Bai trespassing, they flew out and blocked his way.

"Please show me your travel permit."

"The Ghost Market is only open to those who have received a travel permit."

The paper figure emanated a terrifying pressure, as if it would kill Ye Bai on the spot if he couldn't produce the travel permit.

Black energy spread from the paper figure and landed on Ye Bai.

At this moment, Ye Bai opened his pet space and took out a box containing one million Alliance Coins.

"I need to buy a road permit; I know you have them."

Upon seeing the Yan Kingdom currency, the paper figures immediately suppressed their terrifying aura, giving an awkward smile and displaying a fawning expression.

"Oh, so you're a VIP. We're so sorry, we've offended you."

The paper figure opened its hands, revealing an exquisitely crafted bronze plaque.

There were also one hundred copper coins.

"One million Alliance Coins can only buy a bronze-level travel permit, which allows you to explore most of the Ghost Market and also lets you rest for free until dawn at the largest inn in the Ghost Market, Lai Fu Inn."

"We don't accept real gold or silver in our black market."

"These one hundred ghost copper coins are the common currency in the ghost market."

"The ghost copper coin has ghost silver on it, and the ghost silver has tomb gold on it."

"1 Tomb Gold = 1000 Underworld Silver = 1000000 Ghost Copper Coins".

"Please accept this, esteemed guest."

"If you want to exchange for common currency, you can go to a bank."

"The silver shop is a large building that looks a lot like a copper coin."

The paper figure reminded him.

Ye Bai put the copper coins away. He then wanted to ask the paper figure where there was a place that sold exotic beasts.

Upon hearing this, the paper figure immediately smiled.

"Distinguished guest, it's all my fault for not explaining things clearly."

"That road sign is a large map. You can see the map by simply using your mental power to scan the road sign."

"Then you tell the guide where you want to go, and the guide will naturally lead you there."

Ye Bai raised an eyebrow. Is this an innovation that combines technology and ruthless work?
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