The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

v1 Chapter 559: Ghost market

Soaring in the sky of the abyss is definitely not a pleasant thing for ordinary creatures. The clouds are always black and crushed. Thunderstorms and hail make the journey of the sky dangerous. The air often carries a stench of sulfur, even The rain there is carrying a rotten taste.

But for Black Dragon Hakkas, it is as comfortable as a fish, that is the taste of his hometown.

The vast land is underneath, but it is extremely tedious in the eyes, but in front of it is a gray, but at the end of the horizon, there is a grayish green.

It is a peninsula surrounded by countless grey trees. In the center of the swamp, there is a very lively market.

Ghost market, the simple and straightforward name, is the biggest thing in this plane, and as the creature of this plane, the ghosts are the masters here.

"Those ghosts can't deal with them well, even if you are strong enough, you can't play the scammers and villains who are bleeding in the bones and the venom. The Bayon of the main plane, with the baby here, is your cause of death."

Ghosts are creatures that are almost extinct in the main plane. They are the races of the whole family of Muling, but unlike the woody spirits, they are all long wrinkled old women, or, too. The witch of the period.

The long nose with strange tumors, the disgusting hair, the crumpled skin, the curved wand with the black cloak and the round hat are the bad witches in the fairy tale.

When they were still in the main plane, they played the role of witch and witch most of the time. Most of them signed a contract with a big devil and a big devil to serve as their agent in certain planes. The wizard and the magic from the lower plane are very famous... in the pit and the yin.

Greed, deceit, and good deeds are not big problems, as long as the goods are good. Some people buy it, but after the customer pit supplier is finished, the main plane is offended and offended. These ghosts can't think of it.

Don't say that this kind of magic creature is rare in the main plane, which is rare in other levels of the abyss. After all, no one is stupid, and it’s unlucky to be pitted once. If you don’t take the knife and revenge in repeated pits, it’s not a demon.

"Look, the magical sword of the Asian Artifact level, with the three cursing magics attached to the sword, the power is amazing. Just two hundred coins or the same price!"

The soul is always the hard currency of the lower plane, and when the Styx part is diverted. The lower level also ushered in a welcoming deflation, and the soul coins became more valuable.

Seeing that I was a dragon knight, and it was a strange face, the green-haired ghost who sold the magic sword quickly put the magic sword on me.

It’s really not expensive to change two hundred souls to a sub-artifact. I can feel the powerful curse attached to the gray magic sword over there, but...

"...the curse is actually a mentally retarded technique. It is triggered automatically with a magic sword, and then I send the purse to the door?"

I kicked my face with a slap in the face, and the potion that had been triggered in her arms was scattered on the ground, and a piece of medicine dripped onto a ghost on the side. Actually turned it into a beggar.

It seems that there is no such thing as a safe zone in this market, and merchants can easily sneak customers.

"Hold..."

The breath of the ice penetrated from the dragon. What oozes from the eyes is the magic of death. The high-ranking black knight who can control the black dragon is not a low-ranking ghost who needs to sell fakes on the street.

A hand-carrying ghost, the handle of her sword was directly inserted into the mouth, sobbing twice, the ghost woman turned his eyes and squatted on the ground.

The screams around him paused and then revived again. As if nothing had happened just now, it seems that this kind of thing is very common.

I have not experienced this kind of environment. In this hostile environment, playing pigs and eating tigers will become pigs, and the emergence of minions will be less troublesome.

If I am pitted. These guys are guaranteed to swarm, weapons and equipment on-site auctions, * can sell meat, the soul can be processed into currency, not wasted at all.

Looking at it, the stalls are not all ghosts. On the contrary, there are no customers in front of the stalls of the ghosts. Only a few lizards are going back and forth in front of the stalls. They should be professional, and those ghosts are not worried. The sneaky gaze couldn’t help but sweep away the new customers. It seems that it’s just a matter of doing business when you look at the scene.

"The newly-made magic steel tomahawk, the conscience of the black iron master, the two coins are taken."

"The keel, the dragon dung, the dragon eyeball, the powerful blood spear tribe, a harvest of the rainy season! Only the female slaves and the spiritual coins that can be born, the powerful magical weapons are also OK. The ghosts and the ghosts are all rolled to the dragon man!"

It seems that there are powerful tribes of black dwarves and lizards nearby. Masters of blacksmiths are not raised by small tribes. From mining, smelting to forging, you need a complete dwarf society. A mature weapon can explain a lot of.

The lizard tribe, capable of hunting dragons, has a population of at least 2,000. There are also high-ranking casters such as the great prophets and witch doctors. They are not allowed to domesticate the dragon beasts. Such lizards and tribes dare to call themselves For the dragon, of course, this pro-dragon is not recognized.

Behind me, the human form of Khakas looked uncomfortably at the proud lizard, watching his Black Dragon compatriots being dismantled and sold, but did not say a word, it seems that he also to this blood spear tribe Some taboos.

Black dwarves, lizards, demons, evil creatures that appear to be encircled in the main plane, have become synonymous with credibility here, especially the three-meter-high high-order mad warfare, actually in themselves I hung a sign on my neck and sold myself on the spot.

"Picture rice, tube succubus, I kill."

Simple abyss, simple logic, high-order mad warfare is extremely powerful, seemingly cost-effective, but more people look, people who ask.

If it is a devil of the same order, it is estimated that it has already been sold, but there is no big mad war in a brain, and no one dares to buy it.

After all, no one can guarantee that this demon lord will fight when he is smashing, or that he is not enough to kill himself, and he will kill his employer and hope that in the single-cell demons, the mad warfare, known as single-cell cannon, will die. I really can't blame anyone else.

Seeing that the market is more lively than I expected, I was a little hesitant. The original plan was to find a ghost trading, but this group of guys is really not very good at doing business. Now there are other ethnic groups, or try to change trading.

But in any case, if you want to buy something at least in your hand, there is no money in my hand.

So, I kicked the ghost who was still playing, and threw a mess of things on the table and sold it on the spot. (To be continued)