Endless Debt.

Chapter 219 Sacrifice
Burlog has never participated in the auction, and so is Aimu. Burlog's professional knowledge is not of much use here, not to mention that this auction is completely different from previous auctions.

There is no capital verification process, and there is no identity check. The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce's control over the venue is extremely loose, which makes a vigilant person like Burogo feel uneasy.

So far, Bologo has only found a few guards, but it is obviously impossible for them to control the scene.

The bell rang and echoed from the pale light above the head. Everyone's eyes were attracted by the man on the high platform. Everything was going on very quickly and there was no words. Only the man was talking and introducing the products to himself.

The auction went on quickly, and everyone came here with a clear purpose, and they had already thought about what they wanted before the auction started.

What's interesting is that everyone is bidding with Mammon coins. Obviously many people come from other regions, but they can offer Mammon coins that only circulate in the Great Rift.

First there are some sophisticated alchemy weapons, then expensive and rare alchemy materials, and a small amount of contract items appear in the auction from time to time.

Many of these commodities have aroused Burogo's interest. Unfortunately, he does not have enough Mammon coins to trade, so he can only watch quietly from the sidelines.

A kind of alchemy material is currently being sold. It is a glass container with exaggerated curved decorations on the surface. Thunderclouds are rolling inside the container, and the arcs are constantly flashing, as if someone hid a storm in the bottle.

Bologo knows what it is, a rare alchemy material called "thunder cloud gas", which is one of the important cornerstones in the promotion of the power bearer. It is said that it is collected and refined from the lightning exhaust gas produced by the furnace when the metal quality changes products obtained afterwards.

Different from conventional alchemy materials, this alchemy material, thundercloud gas, is extremely unstable. The outer container is not only containing it, but also providing stability. Once the bottle is broken, an unstable thundercloud will be released.

Buyers compete fiercely for this item. This kind of alchemy material that can be used for promotion can often fetch a high price. After several rounds of bidding, only one man and one woman are left to compete, but it is obvious that the men will be defeated Come down, he doesn't have enough money.

The woman felt that she was bound to win, but at this moment the man yelled at the host an amount he couldn't afford.

"Sir, don't make random bids."

The host said kindly, but under the soft tone, it was full of threats.

"I am willing to sacrifice my value." The man said.

The host was stunned for a second, then laughed out loud and cheered to everyone.

"value!"

His eyes fell on the man again. Under the golden mask, the host kept laughing evilly.

"Come forward, sir, we never deny value."

The man slowly walked up to the stage, he seemed a little nervous, this was his first time participating in the auction, and everything here was based on the information he obtained, even the value of giving.

Fortunately, the trading of the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce is different from that of the devil. The devil only cares about your soul, while the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce only cares about anything that has value, even if it is not a soul. As long as they have value in their eyes, they are willing to trade with you .

"What kind of value are you willing to offer?" the host asked.

"What do you want?" the man asked back.

The host looked at the man's pupils, as if he could see everything about the man's past through his pupils.

"Oh... I see, you desire more powerful power, just pure power."

The host whispered in the man's ear.

The man's gaze was firm, the host was silent for a few seconds, and then asked again.

"Are you sure you want to contribute value?"

"I'm sure."

Weird and stern laughter sounded, the host grabbed the man's hand, and a crazy voice sounded from under the mask.

"Counting the mammon coins you paid, please donate your fingers!"

Before the man could resist, the host easily twisted off his little thumb and ring finger, and the flesh and bones were peeled off together. The man remained silent in the excruciating pain, while the host put the bloody fingers on a tray beside him.

Looking at the woman bidding, the host asked, "Do you want to raise the price?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the woman said, "Increase the price."

The man understood what this meant, and he stretched out his other hand silently, allowing the host to take away his index finger, the woman raised the price again, and then the man took his thumb away.

Finally, after losing four fingers, the man got what he wanted, holding up the container with bloody hands and thunderclouds rolling in it.

Boluogo squinted his eyes and stared at everything that happened on the stage. Since the man gave his value, more and more people began to follow his example, and gave their all kinds of money when they didn't have enough mammon coins. .

Some people donated their eyeballs and obtained a contract that could observe the short future. Someone signed a contract with the host and was driven by the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce. At the same time, he also got a potion that could prolong life.

The weirdest thing is that Boluoge witnessed a person who dedicated his time, his strong body turned into dryness, and he stepped into old age in a blink of an eye...

Everything that happened in front of him was impacting common sense, this is the essence of the auction, and Bologo is in the midst of a crazy sacrifice.

The air was filled with acrid blood, and somehow the high platform was already covered with blood, which flowed gurglingly, fell along the edge, and melted into the sand.

Bologo had a strong sense of nausea, not him, but Amyu, who was shocked by the cruel scene in front of him, and the distorted feeling affected Bologo.

Lowering his head, Burrog took a deep breath, relieving himself of the pressure.

"Is this your first time here?"

Suddenly a woman's voice sounded, and Bologo looked vigilantly in the direction of the voice, turned his head, and saw a woman sitting beside him at some time, she was dressed in a soft black robe, and her face was completely hidden under the veil.

"take it easy."

Seeing Burlogo's reaction, the woman chuckled softly.

"who are you?"

Burrog looked at her vigilantly, she appeared silently, and spoke suddenly at this moment, causing Burrog's alarm to ring, and the snake under the skirt had crawled to his wrist, ready to turn into a sharp dagger at any time.

"Who am I? Do you think this kind of question makes sense on this occasion?"

The woman looks at the mask on Burrogo's face, where identities mean nothing and everyone remains anonymous.

"I just think you are very familiar." The woman said again.

"But I'm sure, I don't know you." Burlogo affirmed.

Bologo has no friends, let alone female friends. After a simple method of elimination, it can be counted clearly.

As for the enemy?
Few of those who were enemies of Bologo were able to escape from his hands alive. So far, only Gray, who has been sheltered by the tyrant, has successfully escaped from his pursuit.

"I mean the smell on your body, there is a familiar blood."

Under the veil, the blood-red pupils were faintly visible, and the scarlet eyes instantly reminded Burrog of someone.

The woman didn't continue talking, but chatted about something else.

"This is the special feature of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. They are like devils, following an absolutely fair transaction between value and value. If your mammon coins are not enough, you can make up for it with your own value."

On the high platform, the host took away one person's ribs, and the woman frowned, "I can't think of any value for those things, but the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce takes pleasure in it."

"These things are worthless to others, but they are of great value to themselves."

Amyu's voice rang in her mind, this was the first sentence she said since she gave her value.

Fingers, eyeballs, ribs, time...

All of this is meaningless to others, but it is the most precious thing for these people themselves. They trade out what they think is precious in exchange for their own wishes.

Those who yearn for strength lose their sword-wielding fingers, those who try to survive become slaves, and those who see through the future lose their pupils...

"Do you know? Here, mammon coins can replace the soul to a certain extent." The woman said softly.

Burrog's calmness surprised the woman, and Burrog's voice sounded slowly, "I've known this for a long time."

Burrog held a coin in his hand, engraved with the symbol of quicksilver.

The Scarlet Sect can sacrifice flesh and blood in exchange for the protection of the Scarlet Mistress. From this point of view, there should be some kind of contract between the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce and the tyrant.

Up to now, the content of the contract is obvious, it is the rule itself of the wandering fork in the road, offering value to the tyrant, and the tyrant will satisfy your wishes, and even allow mammon coins to replace souls for transactions.

The woman looked at Burlogo a few more times. She was about to say something when the host's voice interrupted her.

"Next item!"

The host's voice was somewhat mysterious, and he looked expectantly at the guests in the stands, and then he tore off the white cloth behind him, revealing the things under the cage.

In an instant, the furious hostility overflowed, impacting everyone on the scene. Bologo had long been used to fear, but he was also slightly shaken for a moment, and Amy's situation was even worse. Under the onslaught of the ceremony, Boluo There were faint ripples on Ge's body, and she almost left.

Painful screams sounded from under the cage, and Bologo gathered all his attention and looked forward, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and he saw what was under the cage.

It was a ball of flesh, covered with layers of scarlet flesh and blood. On the surface of the flesh ball were several overlapping arms. They hugged each other tightly. Open eyeballs and open mouths could be seen in the gaps. The breathing nose, the bones looming under the diaphragm...

The scene was silent, everyone lowered their breath, and some people were shocked by the scene, and bursts of vomiting sounded.

"Are you okay, Amy."

Burrogo said in a low voice, this kind of scene is indeed a little too extreme for Aimiao, Aimiao didn't speak, just whispered "hmm".

The eyes of the woman on the side became serious, while some people gasped with excitement.

"This is a work entrusted to us by the Brothers of Truth,"

The host shouted loudly.

"Flesh spawn."

(End of this chapter)