The only way

Chapter 192 Black Market Entrance
Lingchu and He Zhaoyun didn't get together for long.

He just went to He Chaoyun's residence to drink a cup of tea, asked about He Chaoyun's experience in the past two years, left behind his message talisman, a bottle of medicine pill, and a set of magic circles, and Lingchu left.

Two years later, He Zhaoyun, who was already a third-level Qi training monk, watched the blue figure stepping on the crane, gradually turning into a black shadow in the sky.

Standing at the door, He Zhaoyun had a smile in his eyes. She actually wanted to miss Sister Yu very much, but she knew in her heart that there were not so many loves among monks.

In the past two years in the sect, He Chaoyun had naturally inquired about Lingchu.

Bingyu twin sisters, celestial spirit roots, less than [-] foundations, nine lotus blossoms, apprenticeship to Yuanying Zhenjun.

It can be said that he was the best among the disciples of that generation.

He Zhaoyun liked this Qinghe sister very much. After learning about Lingchu's practice records, he didn't feel discouraged or had any other thoughts. The only thought in his heart was to practice hard and keep chasing after sister Yu.

Otherwise, Sister Yu is already a foundation building monk with a lifespan of two hundred, but she is still a Qi training monk with a lifespan of only a hundred years, wouldn't that be uncomfortable.

Looking at Sister Yu who was walking ahead on this road of cultivating immortals, He Chaoyun was full of motivation.

Not seeing each other for two years, He Zhaoyun was sad and disappointed, but in the end, it all turned into miss. The moment he saw Sister Yu again, he heard a gentle call and saw that face that was still smiling like a flower.

He Zhaoyun only felt that at that moment, she was very happy.

After learning that Sister Yu had been locked up to practice for two years, so he couldn't see her, the last lump in He Zhaoyun's heart disappeared.

She just wanted a reason.

Lingchu came suddenly and left quickly.

However, He Zhaoyun felt that his whole body was full of strength, and the world in front of him was a little brighter. There was a smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth, and he could only see the contempt on the faces of his friends.

After seeing He Chaoyun, Lingchu went straight to Fangshi.

Next, she will be permanently stationed in the underground arena.

There is great terror between life and death, but it is also a great opportunity.

It is difficult to contain the killing intent if it is not between life and death.

The second level of the sword formation is Qiusha.Focusing on killing is also the main purpose of Lingchu's trip to the underground arena this time, wandering between life and death, sharpening his killing intent.

Lingchu was no longer the young disciple who entered Fangshi for the first time back then, and walked to a coffin shop with ease.

Looking up at the black plaque above his head, the four big white characters of Du's shop are upright, and the small shop is inconspicuously located at the end of the street.

Passenger flow is scarce, and the front door is deserted.

Monks only practice this life, not the afterlife.

What's more, many of the monk's corpses were not preserved, or they could not be found at all, so what's the use of the coffin.

Therefore, the business of this coffin shop is really not easy to do. If it is among the people, or in the western temples, it is quite prosperous.

In broad daylight, although the door of this shop is open, the world behind the door seems to be shrouded in a layer of darkness, except for a step at the door, the rest is dark.

Looking at it, it makes people feel chills.

Lingchu looked at it curiously, then stepped inside, his figure disappeared into the darkness, and to the people on the street, it seemed as if he had been swallowed by the darkness in the shop.

Entering the room, it is indeed different from the dimness seen outside. On the small counter, stands a bright oil lamp. The lamp is red, as stable as a mountain, almost motionless.

Dispelled all the dark colors.

Behind the counter was an extremely young boy with short braids, holding a pair of golden scissors and a piece of pale yellow paper, which he carefully cut.

From the moment Ling entered the door to the time he walked to the counter, this young boy didn't raise his head. He only focused on cutting the yellow paper in his hand, but he seemed to be able to see people, and opened his mouth faintly.

"Ten middle-grade spirit stones."

The boy's voice was slightly hoarse and cold, as if he had no emotion at all.

One middle-grade spirit stone is equal to 100 yuan low-grade spirit stones, and ten middle-grade spirit stones is 1000 yuan low-grade spirit stones.

For low-level monks, it is not a small amount of spirit stones. You must know that buying a low-grade magic weapon is only about a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Here, it's just a passing money for getting started.

Of course, the underground black market specializes in dealing with some shady or rare items that require high prices. They always look at Lingshi regardless of their status.

In this way, the importance of Lingshi is self-evident.

Collecting ten medium-grade spirit stones is not only a proof of his worth to the underground black market, but also a maintenance fee for the organizers of the underground black market.

The underground black market, although it refers to the underground square market under the square market, in the dark.

It is extremely chaotic, but there are rules, and there are people to support it, and this kind of support and maintenance still requires some sources of income.

What's more, this underground black market is actually a bit like opening up another space. If you want to go there, you have to use some small means.

This coffin shop is one of the places that can be entered.

All this, Lingchu learned from the second senior brother, well, even the ten middle-grade spirit stones that entered were sponsored by the second senior brother.

As the name suggests, it's just a small pocket money.

It's hard for Lingchu to refuse.

Without looking around at the place, Lingchu respectfully presented ten middle-grade spirit stones and placed them on a golden plate above the counter.

A golden aura flashed across the golden plate, submerging the ten middle-grade spirit stones, and when the aura dispersed, the ten middle-grade spirit stones were nowhere to be found.

Even though he had heard the second senior brother say about this miraculous dish that can identify spirit stones and eat them automatically, Lingchu still looked at them curiously.

The young man who had been cutting the paper with his head down still did not raise his head, and said coldly, "The second coffin on the left, go in."

The second coffin from the left?
Lingchu opened her clear eyes slightly, and then raised her head to look at the shop.

With the counter as the center, there are three standing black lacquered coffins on the left and right sides, and there are cabinets around them. On the cabinets, there are only a few talisman papers and ghost objects scattered here and there.

It looks quite deserted.

It's true, this place is not for business, or in other words, the business is not the so-called coffin of the underworld.

After only looking at it for a while, Lingchu withdrew his gaze and turned to the second coffin on the left.

It is as tall as two people, much larger than ordinary coffins.

Lingchu thought, maybe it was to take care of the different body shapes among the monks.

Walking in front of the coffin the boy mentioned, the lid of the coffin opened automatically, revealing the hollow entrance.

And on the wall of the coffin, there are densely packed masks of various colors.

This is a mask sponsored by the underground black market, which can resist the detection of spiritual consciousness. Of course, it is only limited to Jindan.

Lingchu glanced at the various masks, and directly selected one of them.

A mask with a tiger roaring on it.

　Thank you Qiushui for the reward, thank you Demon, Hibiscus, and the stupid finder for the monthly tickets, thank you for your recommendation tickets, (`) Compassionate, tomorrow is Double Eleven, have you loaded your shopping cart?whee.

　　
　
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