Chapter 1242: IN

"It looks so strange." Yao Ziyan couldn't help but complain after taking over the mask.
"This is a symbol of spiritual power in a certain mortal world." Luochuan conducted science popularization for Yao Ziyan.
"Spiritual power?" Yao Ziyan was a little curious, "Can a mask still have a spiritual symbol? Is it similar to a totem?"
In many places in Tianlan Continent, ordinary people have their own beliefs, and most of them are totems based on cultivators or powerhouses of various races.
"No, this is an invisible thought, a symbol of resistance to oppression and a yearning for freedom." Luo Chuan explained.
Yao Ziyan barely understood Luo Chuan's meaning, looked down at the smile on the mask, and murmured, "So there are so many meanings."
"After putting on the mask, you can completely shield your own breath." Luo Chuan's voice looked a little dull through the mask, "By the way, the name of the mask is V."
Yao Ziyan nodded, and put on a mask to hide her beautiful face.
As time goes by, people keep coming, and most will look at a certain position in the back row.
Wearing such a strange mask, is this coming here on purpose to attract attention?
Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan didn't care at all, they were getting together to play Doudizhu with the light screen provided by the system.
"The party seems to be about to begin." Yao Ziyan raised his head and glanced at the stage ahead.
Closing the light curtain, Luo Chuan also raised his head.
Unlike the opera house, the stage was replaced with an auction table, and there was a white curtain on the side that seemed to be used to show images.
In terms of scale, it is not at all comparable to the auction held by Xie Mengwu, the City of Chaos.
Luo Chuan yawned, his face hidden behind the mask, so he didn't even find Yao Ziyan.
He leaned on the back of the chair and looked forward.
The middle-aged man presiding over the party has already walked to the auction stage, with a faint smile on his face: "Welcome you to participate in this extraordinary party. This party is mainly sponsored by the Rose Kingdom..."
Luo Chuan yawned again. He didn't like this kind of lengthy and useless opening remarks. It was a waste of time.
Xie Mengwu did a good job when she hosted, and immediately announced the start in a few words.
However, in this auction, the Extraordinary Gala, most of the participants are gentlemen and nobles, so the opening remarks with a sense of ceremony cannot be omitted.
After talking about it for a few minutes, the nagging opening remarks finally ended.
"...The first extraordinary item of an extraordinary party."
Then a related image appeared on the curtain, which was a small dagger inlaid with black spar.
"The smoky crystal dagger is made by the dwarves of the Molten City. The engraved magic inscription can increase the user's speed... The current selling price is 10,000 ric."
"Twenty thousand ricks."
"Thirty thousand."
"Five thousand ric..."
The introduction is over, and then the time for the guests to bid.
In addition to the one after another shouting, there was also the sound of rustling whispering conversations.
Generally speaking, it is countless times quieter than the auction house in the City of Chaos.
Everyone who participated in the bidding adhered to his own demeanor, his face was hidden behind the mask, and his eyes were hard to be seen.
The first auction item was finally sold at a price of more than 100,000 yuan.
Luo Chuan continued to yawn. He was not interested in auctions, only feeling drowsy.
Next, continue the previous process, the host introduces, the following people start bidding.
After more than ten minutes, Luochuan couldn't hold on.
Yao Ziyan was very interested in this, and she whispered a few words with Luo Chuan from time to time, and the latter responded very perfunctorily.
"Boss?" Yao Ziyan finally noticed Luochuan's strangeness.
"So sleepy, call me when it's over." Luo Chuan said, then closed his eyes and lay on the back of the chair.
Demon Purple Smoke:...
Luo Chuan was awakened by Yao Ziyan, and he did not know when he leaned on her shoulder.
He yawned and tried to rub his eyes but was blocked by a mask: "It's finally over."
On the auction stage, the host was still saying: "...This is the end of the auction of extraordinary items. If you are interested, you can participate in the next party..."
"Boss, the auction is only the first activity, the next party is the most important." Yao Ziyan also said.
"Okay, go and take a look." Luo Chuan nodded in response, and merged with Yao Ziyan into the leaving crowd.
The venue of the party is above the auction venue, where many extremely rare and extraordinary items are displayed.
Some people gathered together and talked in low voices, and many wandered aimlessly with Yao Ziyan and Luochuan.
"Two, do you have any items you want to trade?" A famous man in a black mask walked up to them.
In addition to the sale of extraordinary items, the extraordinary party is more of the exchange of items between participants.
"No." Luo Chuan shook his head. He participated in various activities, and the purpose he always followed was to participate.
The man was stunned. He didn't seem to expect that Luo Chuan would refuse so altogether, so he could only laugh a few times: "No, forget it. Excuse me."
Luochuan also thought about selling the goods in the store, but thinking of the possible consequences, he gave up this idea.
He doesn't want to forcefully influence the world, hiding in the dark is more interesting than in the light.
As for the Coke previously given to the Black Mist Cultists, it was completely on a whim.
"When the end of the day comes, the order will end, everything will be annihilated, and you will be welcomed..."
In the dark space underground, bursts of weird murmurs echoed here, and the magic circle exuded a faint light.
More than a dozen figures in black robes were standing, frantic and chaotic surging all over their bodies, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm.
As time passed, the light in the center of the magic circle gradually faded, and the original ground was replaced by darkness.
It was like a dark and pure plane, abruptly embedded in the magic circle, as smooth and smooth as the surface of water.
Some kind of heart-pounding terrifying force surged in the depths of the plane, and occasionally I could see ripples like water waves rising above it.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the black-robed figures all showed a fanatical look, and they used their sharp blades to cut the hideous wounds on their skin.
The bright red blood flowed, and finally gathered on the magic circle, and quickly disappeared.
The ink-like mirror surface was nourished by blood, and some places began to bulge suddenly, occasionally a pale face reflected on the edge of the mirror surface.
The low, vague, dream-like murmurs did not know when they sounded in this dark space, and listening carefully seemed silent.
In the weird and weird atmosphere, the black-robed figure did not seem to have been affected at all. Red blood gurgled from their wounds, and their complexion became paler.
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