The underworld is empty, I enter the horror game to catch tricks

Chapter 41 The Supernatural Market Opens

Li Ling finally took two new sacks and left.

It's not that he likes the new and dislikes the old, sometimes, he has to change when he should.
The capacity of the new sack is about one-half larger than before. Previously, one sack could hold four, but now it can hold six.

It belongs to the epic level enhancement.

Back to the room.

Sitting on the bed, Li Ling always felt that something was wrong with his vision.

After a while of careful observation, he finally found out that something was wrong.

There is a line of prompts above his line of sight.

【Unlock the Ghost Market】

[Opening hours: [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am every night. 】

[Note: In the ghost market, you can use the horror coins to buy what you need here, or you can set up a stall to sell what you have already obtained. 】

[Note [-]: Fifty horror coins will be paid for entering the market]

[Note [-]: For the sake of life, please do not do something out of the ordinary in the market. 】

End with introduction.

Another line of blood-red writing appeared in front of my eyes.

【Do you want to enter the supernatural market? 】

【Yes. 】

[Fifty horror coins have been deducted. 】

[Welcome to the ghost market. 】

Accompanied by the system's cold reminder, it rang in my ears.

Into the eyes is a very hell door.

Two black stone pillars with a width of several feet stood upright, and the lines on them carved out cheeks with different emotions, anger, sadness, and joy. There were four gold characters on the plaque on the black background, the supernatural market, majestic, extremely style.

Looking further in, it is an extremely long street that cannot be seen at a glance.

The oil-green candlelight emits a dim light. Paper figurines with smiling faces stand at the corner of the street, white lanterns are hung from the eaves, and wreaths are spread all over the street. It doesn’t look like a market, but a funeral present.

And in the street, many players have appeared. They are wearing mourning clothes for filial piety, their cheeks are entwined with black air, they wander back and forth, hovering around those shops, looking extremely paradoxical.

Li Ling lowered his head and looked at himself. He also changed into a mourning uniform at some point, which should be some preparations made by the dungeon to conceal the player's identity.

so lively
Li Ling muttered, and like other players, he started to wander among the various shops, and during this wandering process, he also discovered something.

These shops with storefronts are opened by ghosts.

They are like human beings, sitting on reclining chairs, and various props are placed in the storefront, and you can observe the detailed descriptions on them when you take a closer look. The prices are also clearly marked, but there are still some stores that are empty and marked It has the words [available for sale].

This should be a store prepared for horror games. There are many varieties, props, items, equipment, and materials are almost all available, but the price is a bit too expensive for ordinary players.

In the depths of the street, a trading venue specially prepared for players was opened. Players can set up stalls there to sell things. Many people leaned over there, including Li Ling.

After approaching the free trading area, the majestic Yin Qi can be felt even if it is far away. Apart from the players, there are quite a few weird ones who are guarding and managing it. Judging from this momentum
At least it can be worth a straight word.

Li Ling was eager to try with a sack in his hand, but before he could make a move, he was warned by the system. In the end, he could only take back the baton in front of the horrified and strange face, pretending that nothing happened.

Selling things here is also a bit particular. When players find an open space to set up a stall to sell things, they will be found by the surrounding weirdness and a certain management fee will be charged.

what is interesting.
When Li Ling stood beside these weird sides with a sack, no system warning popped up.

what does this mean?
Resist the thought of putting this guy in a sack now.

Li Ling took a deep breath and wandered around for a while.

It would be a little too ostentatious to put it in a sack now, and there are quite a few managers here, so it would be a bit bad to abduct one in case it would cause a beating.

So after thinking for a while, Li Ling walked a certain distance further into the street, and after reaching a relatively remote location, he found an open space to set up a stall.

He put out all the unnecessary things in his warehouse.

Ghost hair, canine teeth, corpse slime, and a USB flash drive containing [-] high-definition uncensored movies. Things like this are not very useful to Li Ling, especially the USB flash drive, which is simply boring in retrospect.

After setting a moderate price, he also specially marked that these items can be replaced with some medicinal materials containing Yin Qi.

Compared to other players who put out three or four things for sale.
After doing some inventory for a while, Li Ling found that there were more than a dozen items in his booth, all of which could be compared with those in the market shops. This situation quickly attracted the attention of the regulators.

A fat man covered in abscesses and emitting black air came over and stretched out his hand.

And Li Ling stretched out his baton.

After a moment.

There is one seat in the elegant seat of the underworld.

He kicked hard into the sack.

After completely convincing the manager, Li Ling continued to sell things at his booth as if nothing had happened.

In fact, he has a stall qualification certificate, so it's okay if he doesn't pay, but then... where can he buy the goods?
some time passed.

Seeing that the manager of the fat ghost hadn't come back for a long time, a skinny ghost also came to this remote area, stood in front of Li Ling, and tried to inquire about the whereabouts of the fat ghost. .

Adhering to the spirit of being a man to the end and sending Buddha to the West.

Li Ling not only told it the whereabouts of the fat ghost, but also thoughtfully stuffed the fat and thin one into a sack. The romance of a man is sometimes so simple and unpretentious.

This time.

Two managers disappeared one after another.

The other lingering weirdness really feels a little off.

They put their eyes in that remote corner, and the more they looked at it, the more creepy they felt. Both managers were there.
Yougui suggested that he wanted to go over to see what was going on, and he must find the fat and thin Ergui.

It did find it.

Found in the same sack.

This time
The managers were completely dumbfounded.

charge a fee
Why did the manager of the riding horse keep it away?
With such a small supernatural market, where can it go?
Are you stumped?

soon.

Weird, who harbored this question, knew the answer—the missing managers were probably put into sacks.

Don't ask why.

Because it was put in there too.

A moment of effort.

The sack has already filled four cunts, and a simple conversion is a total of four orthographic characters.

Li Ling felt that he had already made money.

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