Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Zhao Hai frowned slightly. He didn't know what the young man in front of him meant. He didn't answer immediately, but instead turned his gaze to Chen Ye below the stage.

Chen Ye was seated in the first row, so he could hear the conversation on stage clearly.

His gaze met Zhao Hai's briefly, and he nodded slightly. Although he didn't know what the relationship was between that man and Zheng Xiao, the deal had to be completed, as it would also be a boost for Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai withdrew his gaze: "This obsidian spear does indeed belong to Zheng Xiao."

The young man's gaze lingered on Zhao Hai's face for a moment longer, then he nodded slightly, asked no further questions, and handed over the pair of blue steel tiger fingers.

Zhao Hai took the tiger-finger spear, weighed it in his palm, and then handed the obsidian spear to the other party.

The two completed the transaction swiftly and decisively, without exchanging any unnecessary words.

The young man gripped the obsidian spear, glanced down at the pale purple halo that flowed smoothly under the light, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Zheng Xiao, you've really gotten yourself into trouble, haven't you?"

He immediately put the obsidian spear into his storage space, turned around and walked down the stage. He walked down a few rows of stairs, and when he passed the row of seats where Chen Ye was, he paused slightly and glanced at Chen Ye.

The gaze wasn't exactly friendly, but it wasn't hostile either. He then looked away without pausing and continued walking towards the back row.

Chen Ye watched the dark figure settle down at the edge of his field of vision, then turned his head to look at Luo Zheng, who was sitting next to him with his legs crossed and looked rather listless: "Do you know who that person is?"

Luo Zheng raised his eyelids and glanced at the direction of the back row, then looked away again: "I'm not an omniscient person. There are so many passengers on the Death Train, how would I know who he is? But it seems that he knows the owner of that obsidian spear, so he's probably here to claim his belongings."

Chen Ye didn't press the matter. He shifted his gaze from Luo Zheng's nonchalant face back to the direction of the exhibition stand.

At the back of the booth, the young man had returned to his seat. His name was Huo Yuan, and he was indeed acquainted with Zheng Xiao.

"Brother Huo, is Zheng Xiao dead? Was it that big guy who did it?"

The speaker was a male team member sitting to his left.

Huo Yuan shook his head slightly: "It shouldn't be. Their leader isn't that big guy. But no matter how they killed Zheng Xiao, that team shouldn't be underestimated."

The male team member nodded: "Then we definitely need to be careful. Their level should be about the same as ours. We might even run into them in the later trials."

Huo Yuan didn't say anything more, but simply placed his right hand on his knee and looked down at the exhibition stand.

The lights above the booth had dimmed, and the host stood sideways at the edge of the stage, his gaze sweeping across the room to confirm that the previous exchange was completely over before he slowly announced, "Continue, next one."

The room fell silent for a moment.

A few seconds later, a young woman wearing a light blue denim jacket stood up from the fifth row and walked up the steps to the booth.

She looked to be around twenty years old, with a slender figure and quick, efficient movements.

After standing still, she flipped her hand over, and three silver-white throwing knives appeared in her palm, their blades shimmering with a fine, pale purple halo.

The giant light screen above the booth lit up, and a piece of item information appeared, displayed synchronously with the light blue system light screen in front of the young woman.

【Mithril Flying Blade (Purple Quality)】

[Type: Telekinetic Weapon]

[Effect: Spirit +4]

[Note: Increases the user's Spirit attribute by 4 points. Equipment-added attributes do not benefit from talent and skill amplification.]

The young woman's gaze swept across the audience: "Three purple-quality psychic throwing knives. Psychic weapons are very rare. You can exchange the three knives for a mechanical item, or sell the three knives as a package for 60 energy potions."

After she finished speaking, there was a silence for about two seconds, and then whispers began to rise from all corners.

"Psychic abilities are quite rare; you might be stuck with those three throwing knives for now."

"Trading three throwing knives for a mechanical item? That's wishful thinking. I already have a mechanical item; what good would I do with a throwing knife?"

"How about you lower the price? I'll buy six vials of the medicine and pack them together in a three-pack. I'll use them to peel fruit."

"Six doses of the medicine? That's a bit too much."

"Six is ​​not bad; it's better than having nothing on your hands."

The sounds came from different directions.

Some people were making fun of it, some were just joining in the fun, and some simply turned their attention back to their own storage space and stopped looking at the booth.

Chen Ye glanced at Gu Qinghuan, who remained calm and did not rush to go on stage.

He knew that Gu Qinghuan was checking if there were any passengers with telekinetic abilities left in the venue.

It's true that telekinetic weapons are rare, but telekinetic talent is even rarer. If a passenger didn't have telekinetic talent, the woman on stage wouldn't be able to exchange her throwing knives.

However, the woman on stage is quite savvy; mechanical items are far more valuable than status-based items.

The White Tiger Seal in his hand and the Frost Mirror in Gu Qinghuan's hand are both mechanical items; if used properly, they can directly change the course of the battle.

The young woman on the display stand gradually darkened her expression.

She pursed her lips slightly, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the talking passengers, then snorted coldly, "A bunch of country bumpkins, they don't know what's good for them."

After saying that, she clasped her hands together, as if preparing to put the throwing knife back into her storage space and walk off the stage.

Just as she was about to turn around, a cool voice rang out from the front row of the hall: "Three handles and forty energy potions, I'll buy them."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear amidst the clamor of conversation.

Almost simultaneously, everyone's attention was drawn to the source of the conversation. Those who were whispering turned their heads and their eyes followed the direction of the sound to the same seat.

Gu Qinghuan was sitting there, her posture unchanged, and she didn't even stand up. She just tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the young woman on the exhibition stand.

The young woman on the display stand was stunned. Her gaze met Gu Qinghuan's, her eyes filled with surprise and a brief hesitation.

"Forty?"

She repeated the number, as if quickly going through the calculation in her mind.

Then she glanced at the three throwing knives glowing with a purple aura in front of her, and then looked up at Gu Qinghuan's expression, which was so calm that no extra emotion could be seen.

Someone in the audience couldn't help but speak up: "If they offer forty of them, you should just sell them already. Telekinetic weapons are worthless if you're stuck with them; you can only keep them to peel fruit."

"Exactly, encountering someone with telekinetic talent is harder than finding the key to a golden treasure chest. You should be grateful for these forty potions."

Those voices carried a tone of enjoying the spectacle.

But the young woman on the display stand ignored them.

Her gaze remained fixed on Gu Qinghuan, as if judging whether the person would raise the price again, or as if hesitating whether she should insist on it again, but Gu Qinghuan did not speak again.

The young woman gritted her teeth and said, "Deal."