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Chapter 146 [Craftsman, Painter, Peddler]

"Boss, give me 10,000 sugar figures!" He Sheng slapped the ghost stall owner with one hand and said. The stall owner, who was blowing the sugar figures, froze in his tracks.

There was a look of disbelief in his ghostly eyes.

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What does it mean to have ten thousand sugar men?
At the price of the human in front of him, one sugar man would get twenty taels of ghost silver. Ten thousand, two hundred thousand taels of ghost silver. If it had this much wealth, the Five Zang Gods, the Lord of the Ghost Market, would have to serve as its running dogs.

Of course, although it doesn't have 200,000 taels of ghost silver, it has 20 taels of ghost silver. Even if it doesn't have 10,000, it can still blow one. The hand continued to move, and in the blink of an eye, a vivid sugar man was quickly formed.

Then, he handed over the sugar man and twenty taels of ghost silver in silent hands. The person concerned did not refuse, but took it without saying a word and put the ghost silver into the storage compartment.

"quit."

The next second, he left the permanently open third instance and returned to the Chuihua Gate space. That's right, repeatedly brushing ghost silver was exactly what he had planned.

Twenty taels at a time, five hundred thousand times.

My goodness, gods of the five internal organs, oh gods of the five internal organs, who knows who of us may own this ghost market in the future.

"Hey, get rich"

He couldn't say the rest of the words.

【Ghost silver: 20 taels. 】

That's right, the ghost silver obtained from the copy did not increase to [40 taels].

"Well, there's no loophole."

If you want to take the ghost silver out of the dungeon, you need to have the special permission of the Chuihua Gate reward. For example, the Iron-framed Bow and the Armor-piercing Arrow can only be taken out of the dungeon after using them and converted into equipment that you can use.

The dream of becoming extremely rich is shattered!
He looked at the sugar man in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth viciously. As for why the ghost silver could not be taken out, but the sugar man of the ghost stall owner could be taken out.

It's simple. This thing belongs to the category of attack, curse, and negative buff, and it is of no benefit to him, so Chuihuamen simply let him take it out of the copy.

"You don't give me the good ones, but only the bad ones, right?" He muttered to the sugar man, and pushed open the door to re-enter the permanently open third copy.

When the feeling of dizziness and weightlessness disappeared, He Sheng stood in front of the stall unharmed.

"Crack, click, click."

Chew it in two bites and swallow it.

Then he said to the stunned ghost stall owner.

"It tastes good, have another one."

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Who the hell are you?

Its sugar figures have never had any mistakes in the past decade.

As a result, today, facing a seemingly ordinary human, he was defeated. The sugar man who had done so many harm to others was actually chewed alive.

What made the ghost even more upset was that nothing happened to him after he chewed the person.

Oh my god, this is my twenty taels of ghost silver!

It's a ghost, yes.

It’s true that the power of the sugar man is unstoppable.

But even ghosts have to follow basic rules.

Ghost silver is not conjured out of thin air, it is earned bit by bit through hard work. Without enough silver to buy human life, even if it wants to blow the sugar man, it can't!

If you don’t have money, what are you talking about?

Twenty taels of ghost silver is not all of its wealth. But the remaining ghost silver is not enough for it to blow the stall again, with an arrogant attitude and a face like a person who is not enough to eat candy.

I'm short of money. I'm short of money.

"say!"

Damn it, I played a trick on you in the real world, but I can’t cause trouble to you. But in the copy world, can’t I strike back hard?
His loud shout aroused the surrounding ghosts to make a move.

[Storage column: Ghost silver*40 taels. ]

Ok?
Well, the hanging flower gate is really smart.

After leaving the instance, the twenty taels of silver from the ghost stall owner will not be displayed. After returning to the instance world, the twenty taels of ghost silver from Bai Nupiao will be displayed again.

"What? You want to eat me! Do you see what this is? Silver! I'm here to spend money, what do you think?" He Sheng took out twenty taels of ghost silver from the storage column, which was given to him by the ghost stall owner from the copy world not long ago.

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The ghosts were silent. What’s so great about being rich?
Being rich is indeed a big deal, especially in the ghost market.

The Five Internal Organs God clearly said that those holding the ghost silver should not move, otherwise the ghost body would be shattered. They have finally gained wisdom and are no longer in a daze all day long. Although they cannot escape from the ghost alley, it is better than being shattered. Even if the ghost cannot be killed, it can be condensed again, and it will have no intelligence.

The ghost stall owner held out a pair of scissors and pointed behind him.

"One penny."

"???"

The man turned around with a pair of scissors in his hand and saw a round dustpan against the wall behind him.

"Cut a penny?"

The ghost stall owner didn't say anything, just nodded.

“What if I don’t cut it?”

As soon as the words came out, hundreds of ghosts came forward.

Got it!
understood.

If he doesn't pay, it means he is the one who broke the rules first, and then the ghosts can do whatever they want and beat him to death.

"alright."

Today, I don't plan to make a scene, but to visit the ghost market to see if there is anything I can buy. For now, I'll let you go.

"Crack!"

A corner of the ghost silver was cut off, just the right amount, not more, not less.

When a coin of ghost silver fell into the dustpan, an ominous aura immediately surrounded it, like a mark. Seeing this, the hundreds of ghosts dispersed and started the cycle of customers and stall owners again.

What can I say? You have to pay one penny of ghost silver to enter the door. The God of the Five Internal Organs might as well change his name to the Demon of Greed.

In addition, the scissors in his hand must be special props. He Sheng tried to bend the ghost silver, but with his terrifying strength, he couldn't bend it. This proves that the ghost silver is really extraordinary and not ordinary silver.

Such hard and intimidating ghost silver can be easily cut by a pair of inconspicuous scissors. If I could take it out.
Can't think, can't think.

Without special permission for the rewards from Chuihuamen, you can forget about taking anything away from the dungeon.

Then he started wandering around.

The ghost market is not as scary as imagined.

Before the visit, all the ghosts were at the level of ghost stall owners.

After looking around, I found that most of the ghosts were just for show.

After careful observation, there are only three ghost stall owners. It is difficult to describe the things placed on the stalls of the remaining stall owners.

For example, a stall sells fried fish. The pan, oil, and fish are just ordinary stuff, nothing special.

Come to think of it, it was all thanks to the cold aura lingering around him.

Of the three places, the ominous aura of the ghost stall owner could only rank second. The third was a scholar, or a painter. He had all the writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, but he did not go up to talk to him.

the first?

A peddler in Ghost Alley carried a shoulder pole with a large cargo box on each end. The ominous aura emanating from his cargo box was three times stronger than the ghost vendor's sugar figurines and the painter's brushes, ink, paper and inkstone combined.

"Sir, would you like to buy something?"

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Do you think I'm stupid?

"Don't worry, I'm objective. I'm different from craftsmen and painters. I won't force you to buy or sell. If you don't say anything, I'll put down the box and let you take a look first."

After saying this, the peddler put down the carrying pole on his shoulders.

"Bang!" X2.

"Click——"

The peddler opened the box and saw a dazzling array of goods inside.

Of course, they are not ordinary commodities, but some heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, and some strange things.

"Master, would you like to take a look at it? Hey, you are quite cautious. Well, let me introduce it to you." After the words fell, the peddler picked up a dry, rolled-up object.

"This is a valuable item, mortgaged by a Painted Skin Ghost. The mortgage period is fifty years, and now more than a hundred years have passed. I guess it has been broken up by someone, lost its intelligence, and is wandering around that town in a daze again."

After saying that, he slapped his forehead.

"Look at me, I'm too old, and sometimes I just like to reminisce. As long as you put on the skin of the Painted Skin Ghost, you can resist death once!"

"???"

He Sheng's eyes widened when he heard this.

Wow, a mere inconspicuous painted skin can actually save a person's life.

He just opened his mouth to ask about the price, but then he remembered the strange methods of the ghost and the five internal organs that valued money as their life, so he closed his mouth immediately. Then, he stretched out his right hand and rubbed his thumb with his index and middle fingers.

“Hahahahahaha~~~~~~~”

The peddler saw this and laughed out loud.

How cautious!

"Not expensive, no bargaining, fifty taels."

Upon hearing this, the man surnamed He turned around and left.

Are you kidding me? Fifty taels isn’t expensive?
If you are not talking about ghost silver, but ordinary silver, you can offer 5 million taels and I will not change my expression. The problem is, if you use your toes to think, the 50 taels mentioned by the peddler are definitely not the silver used by humans.

Look at the ghost stall owner, no. He should be called a craftsman. Why didn't he blow the second sugar man just now? He Sheng didn't need to think about it. He knew it in his heart. The craftsman couldn't blow the sugar man because he couldn't take out twenty taels of ghost silver.

Think about it, the craftsmen who guard the ghost alley and cheat people must have a very high income. Of course, the five internal organs gods must exploit them a little. But, after years and months, they can't even get together forty taels of ghost silver.

The price is fifty taels. You old man really dare to ask for it.

Of course, the bigger reason is that we can’t afford it!!

I'm short of money. I'm short of money.

Presumably, the craftsman just now was feeling the same as he was at this moment.

The peddler looked at the man who turned and left without hesitation and sighed helplessly.

"People nowadays are really smart."

As he finished speaking, he was about to pick up the box again. Another box that had not been opened suddenly opened. A lifelike, palm-sized man was struggling to flip out.

"Alas! You are not obedient again. Go back." The peddler flicked his right hand hard, and after a crisp sound of the head popping, the little man fell back into the box.

There was a thud, and faint wailing and inaudible swear words were heard from inside the box.

"Ding-dong, dang-dang~~~"

The peddler held a drum and shook it, and the sound of the drum was accompanied by his shouting.

"Selling groceries~~~"

The sounds of drums and hawkers gradually faded away among the ghosts.

The ghosts around looked at He Sheng with pity.

Why don't you understand?
The craftsman also looked regretful. If you were just a little bit careless.

"Oh~~~"

It shook its head and continued to boil the sugar water.

limner?

It thinks that someone is an interesting person, arrogant and cowardly.

"Tap Tap"