"What?" Lin Fengjiao's eyes widened and her face was filled with disbelief. She looked at Ye Xuan and asked again, "What did you just say?"
"I want to ask Ninth Uncle to help me ask the ghost messengers if they are willing to sell the mourning sticks in their hands." Seeing Lin Fengjiao's reaction, Ye Xuan didn't think it was stupid and smiled again.
"Uh, what do you want to do? This is an item from the Underworld and not something that ordinary people can use. Even if we are cultivators, we still can't use it." Lin Fengjiao shook her head and advised.
"Hehe, Ninth Uncle, I know what you are saying, but I just want to paint something new. I hope Ninth Uncle can help me ask. As long as the ghost messengers refuse, I won't force it." Ye Xuan didn't give up and smiled.
"% * — *. ¥* — ¥" The ghost messengers who were stopped by Ye Xuan saw that they had just been stopped by Ye Xuan and Ye Xuan had left them to talk to Lin Fengjiao, so they mumbled something that was probably dissatisfied.
"% ¥— *%" Lin Fengjiao was the only one here who understood ghost language. When she heard what the messenger of ghost said, she first cupped her hands and replied. Then, she looked at Ye Xuan seriously and said, "My friend, are you serious about what you asked? Ghost messengers aren't that easy to fool. "
"It's okay, money makes the world go round. Besides, I'm just asking. Whether they are willing or not is up to these ghost messengers to decide. I think they won't be so stingy." Ye Xuan smiled.
"Alright, since fellow daoist is determined, then I will help you ask first. However, fellow daoist shouldn't have too much hope. The mourning stick is unique to the Underworld. The Underworld will never let it get out. " Seeing that Ye Xuan still didn't give up, Lin Fengjiao nodded and agreed to help him ask. After all, it was just a casual question and it wasn't a big deal. Moreover, Ye Xuan had just helped her out a big time.
However, Lin Fengjiao still didn't believe that these ghost messengers would sell the mourning stick. It must be known that it was an item from the Underworld. Other than ghost messengers, who had ever held a mourning stick before?
"% * — # ¥% — * #%" After saying that, Lin Fengjiao turned to the ghost messengers and said.
When the ghost servants heard Lin Fengjiao's words, they were also stunned for a moment. Then, with faces paler than paper, they turned around and looked at Ye Xuan strangely. Then, they looked at the four ghosts and said, "% … — * # … · # ¥"
Hearing the ghost messengers' words, Lin Fengjiao was startled at first. Then, he looked at Ye Xuan with a strange expression, "They asked you what you want the mourning stick for?"
According to Lin Fengjiao's expectations, when these ghost messengers heard this, they should have immediately rejected it. However, what he didn't expect was that these ghost messengers didn't immediately reject it. Instead, they asked such a question. Could it be that the ghost messengers would really sell the mourning stick?
What the hell!
"I'm just a little curious about the Underworld's weapons and want to study them. How about this, Ninth Uncle, tell them that if they sell the mourning stick to me, I definitely won't use it for evil. I also won't use it carelessly. Otherwise, I'll be struck by lightning! "In order to make the ghost messengers believe him, Ye Xuan spent a lot of money.
One had to know that cultivators couldn't simply swear an oath. Once an oath was made, the Heavenly Dao would immediately record it. If they broke the oath, then they would be punished by the heavens.
When Lin Fengjiao passed on Ye Xuan's words to the ghost messengers, the ghost messengers looked at each other. Then, the ghost messengers began to mutter among themselves. After a while, they said, "# ¥!% — *% ¥"
"They said, how much do you want to pay?" Lin Fengjiao began to be a little speechless. From the looks of it, these ghost messengers really planned to buy the mourning stick for Ye Xuan.
"50 million taels?" Ye Xuan muttered to himself. He didn't know how much the mourning stick was worth. He tried to say a price, and then Lin Fengjiao translated it for him.
"¥% * — # ¥·" Who knew that the moment Ye Xuan said the price, the ghost messengers immediately glared at him, looking very unhappy.
"They said you're trying to get rid of beggars!" Lin Fengjiao translated the ghost messengers' words.
Hearing this, Ye Xuan laughed. Indeed, 50 million taels to buy a mourning stick was a little too little. Although the mourning stick was considered a standard weapon in the underworld, it was still a magic weapon or even a spiritual weapon. The 50 million taels he was talking about wasn't real money, it was the underworld money that Lin Fengjiao had printed.
That's right, right now, Ye Xuan and the ghost messengers were discussing the price of underworld money. Right now, a piece of underworld paper had already reached a maximum of 5,000 taels. It was clear to see how inflated the underworld was.
"Then, I'll pay 200 million taels!" Ye Xuan immediately tripled the price.
"Wow, this guy is really rich. 200 million taels, I don't think he'd be able to spend it all even if he spent ten lifetimes." Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who were standing at the door, opened their mouths so wide that two duck eggs could be stuffed inside. Even Lin Fengjiao was shocked by this number. It has to be known that even if he printed underworld money, he would only print this amount in a year.
Lin Fengjiao didn't stare blankly. She once again told the four ghost messengers about Ye Xuan's price. Then, the four ghost messengers discussed it again and reported another number.
"Daoist friend, they said that this price isn't suitable. It's at least 500 million taels because selling the mourning stick privately is a big risk for them." Lin Fengjiao said.
After hearing the four ghost messengers' prices, Ye Xuan looked up and sized them up. Although their faces were expressionless, their eyes seemed to be filled with excitement. He muttered to himself for a moment and said, "Ninth Uncle, help me tell them that it's at most 350 million taels."
Although this money was real money, Ye Xuan could still take it out. Moreover, it was just some underworld money, so it was even more difficult for Ye Xuan. With Lin Fengjiao, the big boss of the bank here, underworld money was even less of a problem.
The reason why he wanted to lower the price was because he didn't want to be a fool. In the end, the mourning stick was only a weapon exclusive to ghost messengers in the underworld. Moreover, it was a standard weapon. In other words, this thing wasn't rare in the underworld at all. It was like a rubber baton, which was almost everywhere in the underworld.
Otherwise, if it was an important magic tool, with just these small ghost messengers, no matter how much courage they had, they wouldn't dare to take it out for a trade. It was even hard to say whether they would be able to get it or not.
Lin Fengjiao once again translated Ye Xuan's words. The four ghost messengers looked at each other and whispered to each other for a while. Then, they said, "· # ¥% ¥% # # ¥%"
"Daoist friend, they said they can, but you have to give them some time to prepare. They can deliver the goods in three days!" Lin Fengjiao told the ghost messengers' words to Ye Xuan.
"Okay, deal!" Ye Xuan smiled slightly and nodded, settling the business.
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Thank you to "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao" for the tip! (To be continued.)
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