Chapter 66: Ghost symbol

The sudden emergence of the horned devil, let the people who stepped away to brush down, everyone's face is tight, without a word.
Except for the fat man lying on the ground, no one saw the bulging bag on the head of the horned devil. I don't know that he is a horned demon, but the body of the scorpion that is nearly three meters high, and the almost murderous murderous, all shocked people.
In the underground ghost market, they are all fritters, their eyes are very poisonous, and they quickly understand that there is a master, a big devil who kills people without blinking!
Finished!
This fat man of Yunwu Zong is finished, and he even took a piece of paper with graffiti and came out, and the money was not earned. The little life would have to stay here!
People sigh in the heart, but no one dares to help.
In the underground ghost market, the best way to survive is to protect yourself, and no one wants to do anything. Although the fat man Zhao Dazhi is poor, but the poor man must have hatefulness. Who told him to take such a note to tease people? The pit money is also a matter of learning. The average person can't do it. It's like a sable skin. It is said to be a smashing layer of skin. But people have never had anything big to say, know who the pit is, and have a skill.
"Adult, you..., I..." The fat man stood up in horror and looked at the terrible horned man incoherent.
He didn't want the piece of paper, and he wanted to escape immediately. The farther away from this corner, the better. But the feet are soft, there is no strength at all, and they are getting more and more powerful.
"This paper..., I want it, how much? Open a price!"
The horned devil's voice was hoarse, and the paper strips that were caught in his hand were looked at. A pair of dark red eyes exudes a strange light, and the thief shines brightly, such as the hungry wolf who swayed in the wild.
Quietly around, people are stunned by their eyes, and the fat is the same.
This person is not coming to the market to kill, is to buy things?
This note, is there anyone really wanting it?
Everyone is unbelievable, and the one who has gone far is back and forth, and it is equally jaw-dropping. But this time it was much more honest. In front of the horned devil, it was more than a cat, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
"As long as, as long as..." The fat man fixed his mind a little, thinking about the old father who was seriously ill at home, biting his teeth and stretching his fingers.
"Fifty two? A piece of paper is going to be this number. This fat man is really dare to open the mouth!"
"That is, it really costs money. It's weird, what is that, so worth it?"
People whispered and talked a little.
The fat man's face turned red, then, pale. Ye Chuan’s instructions, he has always kept in mind, people think that a piece of paper fifty-two is already a high price, but he is far from satisfied. However, standing in front of it is not a distraction, but a horned demon, who dares to bargain with him?
The horned devil did not say anything, watching the fat man Zhao Dazhi silent, the atmosphere became tense, and the fat man became more and more uneasy.
Fortunately, after a moment of silence, the horned devil finally spoke up, "eight thousand two, how?"
People who talked about it all suddenly calmed down.
Eight thousand two?
People have doubts whether they have got it wrong. A piece of paper is eight thousand two. This is not a worth of money. This is a sky-high price!
The fat man was also shocked. I didn’t expect the horned devil to be so bold when he opened his mouth. It was awkward for a while. "Adult, this..."
"What, not enough?"
The horned devil had a black robe on his face, but he could not see his expression, but his eyes flashed a icy cold, and he took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms. "One thousand two thousand, no more, if you are still too little, Then..."
"Enough, enough!"
The fat man woke up as if he had dreamed of picking up the silver ticket in the hands of the horned devil. Half of it was uneasy and half was excited.
One thousand two thousand two, this price has far exceeded his expectations. Originally, someone can sneer at the glance and sell hundreds of them. Ye Chuan is not wrong, this note is really valuable, most people do not understand, but there will always be people who know the goods.
When the silver ticket arrives, the fat man is like a hot potato. He walks down and wants to leave far away to avoid long night dreams. Still haven't taken a few steps, the body of the horned devil is in front of him, scared the fat man's heart.
"Wait a minute, young people, are you still running this kind of rune?" The horned devil looked at the fat man and his eyes were hot.
The paper that Ye Chuan graffitied, the ordinary person seems to have nothing. However, the person who knows the goods knows that this is a very powerful rune. Can be used to attack, use it well, for some people, it is still useful!
"No, just this one." The fat man shook his head, turned to leave, and was blocked by the horned man.
The horned devil's body is burly, looks like a mountain, but the speed is very fast, as fast as a ghost. There are many masters among the onlookers. It is hard for a few people to see his movements. Everyone feels awkward.
"That kind of rune, where did you come from?" The horned demon continued to ask, and the ghosts were so weak that the fat man became more nervous and upset.
"Oh, this is inadvertently smashing in the wild."
The fat man was so nervous that his heart slammed out, turned again, and fled as if he had escaped.
Fortunately, this time the horned man did not block the road again. However, when the fat man disappeared at the end of the underground passage, the horned demon suddenly disappeared. Just disappearing like a dark wall, it is a bit like the bandit method of the five-door, but more sophisticated, leaving no traces and power fluctuations.
"Great, who is this black man?"
"Weird, the little child's graffiti-like note is a rune. How can I not see it?"
The underground ghost market is boiling.
When the imposing Horn Devils left, people breathed a sigh of relief and talked about it.
I spent all day in the underground ghost market, since I was blind and sinister, there was no treasure that I had never seen before. It was also a puzzle. A person stood in the dark and muttered to himself, "Ghosts? Is it really a ghost that has been lost for a long time?" symbol……"
I used to face all day long, as if everyone owed him three hundred and two silver husks, standing for a long time without moving, no swearing more than his stalls.
A dozen meters away, the middle-aged man who went back and returned to his chest was relieved and regretted.
The fat man's note, he was the first to know about the underground ghost market, and it was earlier than the horned devil. It is a pity that there are no eyes, so I miss it in vain. At that time, if you bargained slightly with the fat man, maybe a hundred and a dozen silver can be bought, and you can earn more than 10,000 yuan in two hands!
It’s a tragedy to cultivate a lifetime without any treasures.
What is even more tragic is that there is a treasure in hand that is at your fingertips, but you have missed the eyes without a bead!
The entire underground ghost market is being discussed aloud. On the ground, the fat man Zhao Dazhi is running out of his legs and rushing to the direction of the cloud sect. Look around, there is nothing behind him, but the fat man always has a feeling like a thorn back, seems to be stared at something, so that you can't get rid of it.
It is the horn man!
He secretly followed up!
The fat man is sweating and feels the fear he has never had before.