Less money? "
Without waiting for Huai Shi to finish, Crow's serious voice came, "Put that thing down …"
"What's wrong? “
"There's a curse on that thing."
Crow said coldly, "Don't believe this group of Dead Soul Merchants in the Abyss. Those guys are born to spread disasters. With your current rank, if you carry this thing, it's not surprising that you will suddenly die one day.
I'm talking about the kind of inexplicable death, do you understand? It's like one day when you're eating hot pot, drinking tea, or fighting with someone, and suddenly there's nothing down there. "
Suddenly, Huai Shi let go of his hand faster than electrocution.
He even pulled Yuan Zhao back two steps.
"Oh?"
The Dead Soul Merchant chuckled, "You don't like it? It's no wonder, after all, no one likes to accept the nature of the Abyss … It seems that I'm hated? Kekekekeke … Are you angry? Scary, scary, the little people in the Present Realm are really scary … "
He came closer as if he wanted to say something, but he saw Huai Shi subconsciously pull out the pancake from his waist bag. As if it felt that there was an enemy here, the broken blade of the Sword of Virtue lit up with a layer of bright morning light.
With a suppressed scream, the Dead Soul Merchant took a step back. His limbs under the black robe wriggled, but he did not dare to be rash. He sucked his saliva as if he was salivating, and muttered in a low voice, "Big loss, big loss this time …"
"Big loss, big loss …"
In his arms, there seemed to be a messy sound that catered to his sigh.
As he stepped back step by step, the stall quickly shrank and went into his backpack by itself. After taking three steps back, he picked up the backpack, but glanced at Huai Shi and Yuan Zhao with a faint smile.
"Customer, the things in our shop are all of good quality and reasonable price, and we don't cheat anyone …"
After saying this inexplicable sentence, he melted into the shadows between the lights, as if he had never appeared.
Only a mirror was left in the original place.
"What happened?" Huai Shi was stunned.
"After being exposed, he ran away in fear, right?"
Crow's mouth twitched. "These guys are like rats. They like to cause trouble, but they're so timid. If you have someone backing you, you'll be arrogant and do whatever you want. If you're exposed, you'll show your true colors and run faster than anyone else … Because you're afraid that others won't let you go, you'll throw some worthless things to beg for mercy. Tsk, you're worse than those dragon maggots. "
"What about this thing on the ground?"
Huai Shi squatted down and looked closely at the mirror that was left behind.
It was the kind of makeup mirror that was sold at an ordinary street stall for a dollar. The design was vulgar and the color was bright, making people have no desire to buy it.
"I don't know what it is." Crow glanced at him: "There are too many evil things in the Abyss. I suggest you don't touch them, just turn around and leave."
"You're right."
Huai Shi nodded. In any case, she still had a few hundred jin of Pure Gold on her. As the saying goes, the son of a wealthy family does not sit under the awning. Her five hundred jin of Pure Gold was also quite precious, so she could not just pick up random things.
The main thing was that he remembered that the thing he picked up last time … seemed to be the Book of Destiny. Since then, he had become the number one traitor of the Astronomy Association.
If he picked up such a thing again, he wouldn't be able to live!
After making up his mind, he pulled the curious Yuan Zhao and turned around to leave.
Only Crow looked back at the mirror on the ground with a faint smile.
In the mirror, the bustling Stellaris was reflected. But in the reflection, everything had become a bloody mess, with countless blister-like cysts and deformities growing out of the walls of the carriage. Squirming eyes were constantly opening and closing, looking down indifferently at the hideous scene.
The whole world seemed to have turned into a horror movie in an instant.
But in the next moment, as Crow flapped his wings, the mirror suddenly broke.
It turned into dust.
.
The rest of the stroll was nothing to write home about. Only a few relics from the border in a few large workshops made people's eyes light up. Unfortunately, without exception, they were all too expensive.
Even the display items were only projections. If one wanted to buy them, the shop would send them directly to the customer's home via yesterday's express delivery, saving the customer all the trouble.
Among them, the one that Huai Shi coveted the most was a dagger that seemed to be made of crystal.
This relic, named 'Mother', was excavated from a hellish mine last year. It was a weapon formed naturally in the hellish environment.
Once someone was grazed or pierced by this weapon, new gemstone clusters would continuously grow out of the wound until all of the Origin Substance in the injured person was sucked dry, turning him into a crystal deposit.
Unless a higher-level relic weapon was used to forcibly gouge out the wound and the crystal clusters that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow, there was no chance of survival.
It could be said to be vicious.
The only drawback was that it would subtly transform the user, causing the user to unknowingly begin to crystallize. After reaching a certain limit, the entire person would merge into this crystal dagger and become a part of it, causing the Mother to grow by a negligible millimeter or two.
In order to avoid this trouble, the shop bought one and got one free, with an extra modification surgery — covering the bones of the buyer's dominant hand with an extremely thin layer of cursed plating, fighting poison with poison, restraining the corrosion of the Mother's dagger.
In any case, the thick brochure made Huai Shi suck in a few breaths of cold air.
He was deeply moved that people nowadays would really do anything for power.
In the end, there were only a few people like him who could have so many relics from the border that he couldn't use them all and not be harmed by them. Most people would just make do with what they had. There was no room for them to be picky about what they had.
Those who had money, connections, and were a little more cautious would even find alchemists of various lineages to customize.
They would directly choose from the relic catalog.
It was a list of miracles and disasters kept by the Stonecauldron Society.
When an alchemist reverse engineered a border relic and proved that it could be realized again and was controllable, it would be registered in the relic catalog after consideration.
Now, there were more than five thousand relics of various colors registered in it. In the Night of the Witch, the Ash Nail created by the alchemist Gululu was a representative of it.
Due to the strange characteristics of the disasters and miracles, the vast majority of mass-produced relics had many restrictions and were even much weaker than the original version.
This also depended on the alchemist's own level and the effort poured into it.
And the most important thing was that it was controllable and knowable.
After all, no one wanted to capsize somewhere because of an inexplicable curse. It was fine if the whole family died after taking something home, but if the whole city was implicated by some idiot and sunk deep into the abyss, that would be called bad luck.
This kind of example happened more than once at the border and the present, and every time it happened, it was a tragic disaster.
It was a pity that there were too few alchemists who could forge border relics.
There were only seventy-one alchemists in the world who could forge relics of S-grade and above, and each one of them could be scheduled for fifty years later.
For most of the people who had no money and no connections but wanted to become stronger quickly, they could only choose to be stubborn. Or, they could work hard for a large organization. As long as they had enough ability, they didn't have to worry about these things.
Anyway, it didn't matter if it really belonged to them or not. Everyone needed these things for better sponsored partnerships.
Although it wasn't very cool to say this, more often than not, strength was not the most important thing …
Sponsored partnerships were.
By the time Huai Shi solved the problem of sponsored partnerships, it was almost night time.
It took him two hours to sell his set of daggers at the Giant Goose Group's border chamber of commerce. After being appraised by four appraisers, the manager on duty called the branch boss to ask for instructions. He also provided Huai Shi with two methods of selling the daggers.
The first was the simplest and most direct. The Giant Goose Group was willing to spend ninety million US dollars to buy this set of border relics, and Huai Shi would have nothing to do with how much it was sold.
The second was to sell it on consignment. The Giant Goose Group could first provide Huai Shi with a deposit of seventy million US dollars, which would be deducted from the final transaction price, and the Giant Goose Group would take an 11% service fee … That was why it was good to have a big business. You could get more than ten million US dollars just by opening and closing your mouth.
It couldn't be helped. The Giant Goose Group's signature was so expensive.
After thinking for a long time, Huai Shi proposed a third plan. He could give this set of knives to the Giant Goose Group for free, but the Giant Goose Group had to use their own channels to collect a 'Undying Flame' for Huai Shi in the whole territory, and it must weigh more than sixteen ounces.
Barter.
In the end, the one who came out to make the decision was Huai Shi's old acquaintance, the strange goose-like creature. It came directly to the conference room through a projection and made the decision to reach an agreement.
The deadline was three months.
The Giant Goose Group would use at least second-tier channels to search for Huai Shi. If they couldn't find it in the end, then the set of knives would have to be sold to the Giant Goose for seventy million US dollars.
To be honest, this condition was too harsh.
Huai Shi was at a bit of a disadvantage.
However, the situation was stronger than the person. He had been stuck here for half a year, and a month and a half had already passed. In addition, if he could use the knives to trade for the Undying Flame, Huai Shi didn't care how much of a loss he was making.
The goose-like creature's explanation was very clear: the reason why it was buying at a price of twenty million US dollars lower than the first plan was to make up for the losses caused by the lack of channels. Given the Giant Goose's size, twenty million US dollars was already a friendly price that gave Huai Shi a lot of face.
When Huai Shi stamped his name and left behind his Origin Substance fluctuations, even the goose-like creature was very surprised.
"What's wrong? Is there something else? "
"No, I thought … … that you would hesitate for a bit." The goose-like creature coughed awkwardly. "After all, based on our understanding of you, you are the frugal type … …"
"That's why my heart is bleeding."
Huai Shi rolled his eyes. His hand trembled as he signed the document.
There was always a priority to everything. Money that couldn't be used wasn't even as useful as a steamed bun.
Even though he was stingy, after being taught a painful lesson by Crow, at the very least, Huai Shi was no longer stingy when it came to spending money.
Angina, on the other hand, was a different matter.
"I'll leave the rest to you guys."
As Huai Shi floated out of the conference room like a ghost, he suddenly felt his heart palpitate for no apparent reason.
It wasn't an illusion brought about by the loss of wealth. Instead, it was a real resonance that came from his chest.
The Book of Destiny trembled slightly.
The last time he had encountered this kind of situation was … …
Huai Shi and Crow glanced at each other.
"No way?"
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