My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 243 Make friends
Although the location of some stalls has reached the point of rubbing shoulders.

But for Yin Hang and the bustling crowd, it was quite normal.

After all, even if you haven’t traveled during the holidays, you have also been to the cafeteria for meals, and you are all battle-hardened existences.

The way of selling and buying here is basically bartering.

It's not that money is completely useless, after all, this is a secret place, not a desperate place.

But the problem is... Who still carries cash when going out now?
There are a variety of redemption goods, but most of them are the ones that can be carried with you.

And the way those vendors operate is to use items worth five yuan to buy things worth six yuan, and then exchange them for seven yuan, and so on.

Buyers can exchange for the items they urgently need now, while vendors can accumulate their value even though they don’t need it temporarily. At the same time, these vendors have their own business circles and can circulate all items in the entire market without any handicap. .

As Yin Hang continued to walk in with the boy, he found that the food in it was the lowest value here.

What the boy explained was that the reason for the extreme shortage of food was that he ate too much now, and the ones he bought in exchange were no different from mosquito legs.

But if you take out special food, such as that cube of sugar, it’s okay to just change things from the two stalls.

Of course, it is absolutely not recommended for boys to exchange for purchase, after all, it will definitely be a loss.

In addition, it is absolutely forbidden to exchange the food hunted in the secret realm. Once a guy tried to exchange for grilled fish in the secret realm, but he was taken away until now.

Among them, the most valuable items... are tobacco and alcohol.

The price of cigarettes is very high, but it is still understandable. After all, smokers are basically carried with them.

But the price of wine, in this dangerous and isolated secret place, the price has reached an unbelievable level.

In the end, Yin Hang also saw a bottle of canned Coke, but in the words of the boss, when there was a prohibition in the United States, Coke could replace alcohol, so the price was also outrageous.

Yin Hang took out his lunch leftovers, and added two pieces of chocolate from the storage mirror, and finally succeeded in buying them.

If I knew I should have stuffed two boxes of Sprite and Coke.

Yin Hang carefully checked that the tank was fine, and then stuffed it into the bottom of the backpack.

"Why didn't I see anyone selling weapons?" Yin Hang walked a further distance, looking at the stalls on both sides with some doubts.

The boy stood on tiptoe, looked forward and said, "Don't worry, we haven't reached the place yet."

Five minutes later, after passing two more corners, Yin Hang finally saw a place that looked like a door, and there seemed to be guards on both sides of the door.

The stalls just now are gradually getting denser, just like a market in the countryside, and the layout of the stalls is also very random.

The stalls inside the door are very orderly, and even some stalls have tables with tablecloths.

And whether it is a stall owner or a casual customer, the identification tags pinned to their chests are all black.

"It's right here, and there are many people who want to buy weapons." The boy said as he took out his black identification tag and pinned it to his chest.

Seeing that Yin Hang hadn't moved yet, he asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Yin Hang frowned slightly, "If we meet someone who can tell..."

To be honest, Yin Hang is still very worried about encountering that kind of "inspiration" awakened people in this area where practitioners gather.

"Ah?" The boy was a little dazed, but after looking around, he pulled Yin Hang into a corner and whispered in a low voice.

"Remember, we are real, even if we are found out, then we have to bite to death to be real!"

"And we are really no different from those cultivators in the F (-) state now."

"What's more, the kind of existence that can be seen will not stay outside at all. How can you deserve to be noticed by others, don't you think highly of yourself?"

Yin Hang thought for a moment, and finally pinned the 'fake' black identification tag to his chest.

"Oh yes, the identification card cannot be removed inside," the boy reminded again when he was about to enter: "After all, in the circle of practitioners, your cultivation is worth more than a thousand words."

Then the two practitioners guarding the door just glanced at them, and let them go in.

Before Yin Hang came in, he was carrying a rusty sword wrapped in rags, always looking a little awkward.

But after entering, he found that there were many practitioners who were more awkward than himself.

As for the identification badge worn on the chest, it is basically F state.

Yin Hang has only seen the identification plate of the E-level environment on the chest of the stall owner.

Of course, if you want to buy items here, you cannot barter for items.

Among them, the most circulating currency is naturally Lingshi.

Because the boy was selling private goods, he still had a few milligrams of Lingshi hidden in his pocket.

After all, the short sword he can draw can only be priced at this price.

As for Lu Hang, it is estimated that he has never seen the appearance of Lingshi, let alone has it.

"You go for a casual stroll first, to gain some insight," the boy patted himself all over and said, "I'll get rid of these first, and I'll come back to you later."

Yin Hang nodded slightly, and then began to walk around by himself.

But he walked around for more than 20 minutes, but he still hasn't seen the boy come back.

Of course, he basically didn't see anything good.

Yin Hang still wants to rely on his special glasses to pick up the leaks.

The result is all leaks, so leaky that it can't be used.

As for the talismans, artifacts, and even spiritual pets that Yin Hang was looking forward to... He was still looking forward to it after shopping.

After all, I didn't look at it at all.

Yin Hang scratched his head helplessly, no wonder the boy said that these rusty swords were sweet pastries.

Of course, even for these indescribable 'leakages', many practitioners are actually asking about the specific situation. Among them, the stalls in the E-level realm have the most practitioners who come to ask.

But the existence of these E-level realms, there is no strong pattern at all, and the explanations given are basically bragging.

He could even say that his broken ring might be the eye of a certain realm.

But in Yin Hang's special glasses, there is no slight fluctuation of spiritual power.

Of course, no matter how much the stall owner brags, other practitioners are reluctant to use their own spirit stones to buy them at will.

As for the price, the ring that was suspected to be an eye-catching ring actually sold for a full 5 mg of spirit stones!

Hmm... It's not as much as the 10 milligrams of Lingshi that Yin Hang used to activate the Light Spirit Talisman.

Immediately, Yin Hang silently noted down the location of the stall owner.

Qin Shimao didn't dare to use many of Qin Shimao's suitcases indiscriminately before he studied them.

But these rubbish things in front of me... are all serious items that can be 'traceable', and there is also the chaotic management of the secret realm as a guarantee for 'cleaning up'.

For example, it doesn't matter if you buy a cheap 'fake talisman', after all, you can actually use it yourself.

After wandering around for a few more minutes, Yin Hang found a corner, leaned against the wall to rest for a while, and waited for the boy to come back.

Because it was getting late, some stall owners packed up and prepared to go back, and when they saw Yin Hang resting there, they pushed the vacant stalls to his side.

Yin Hang didn't know the situation very well, thinking it was just an ordinary stall closing.

But in fact, the stalls here are all mobile. After all, they are practitioners, not specialized vendors, so these stalls are first come, first served, and they sell the gadgets they found in other realms here.

When the stall owner was about to leave, he misunderstood that Yin Hang was a practitioner waiting for the stall.

After all, Yin Hang was still leaning on the rusty sword wrapped in rags.

The rag itself was rotten, and now it was scratched by the rusty sword inside, directly exposing the weapon inside.

Of course, what's inside is no longer the rusty sword that Luo Jin gave her.

He knew that the purpose of the boy calling him here was to sell him.

After all, neither of them are cultivators, what else can they do but sell them?
But that rusty sword was a bit special. Although the remaining spiritual power inside was very weak when it was pulled out, it tended to recover very slowly.

If according to what the boy said, these rusty swords can be used as weapons for practitioners, Yin Hang still wants to keep them for himself.

Otherwise, with the industrial products in his hand, he can only use [Into the Sea] to increase the 'protective' attack power. If he wants to use [Quenching], which is more suitable for attack, he will not be able to withstand his current inheritance strength at all.

So Yin Hang dropped the rusty sword wrapped inside, and threw the most special one into the storage mirror.

Of course, in order to prevent being easily seen, the rusty sword that Yin Hang is wrapping now also belongs to the category of 'special'.

At this time, a young man who was famously dressed in very simple and plain clothes but wore an extremely expensive watch in his cuffs approached.

"Brother, is it convenient to take a look at it?" The boy looked at the rusty sword beside Yin Hang and asked with his hand outstretched.

Yin Hang, who opened his eyes, was a little puzzled. Although he felt that the other party was quite inexplicable, it seemed that there was no need to refuse.

Yin Hang untied the rags a little, took out one of them and handed it to the other party without saying much.

Hmm... one of them.

In fact, Yin Hang made a lot of 'special' rusty swords.

Or, does that boy feel that Yin Hang is serious about his work?
The young man picked up the rusty sword and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Huh?
He originally wanted to prepare some weapons for his younger brothers who were recruiting in the secret realm, but he came a little late today.

At this time, all the good things of the 'sales' have been taken away.

As for the rubbish outside, young people feel that it is a shame to buy it.

But when the young man was about to go back to rest, he suddenly noticed some practitioners gathered here.

The young man was just curious, ready to take a casual look, and wanted to hear what the stall owner here was bragging about.

If the eloquence is quite good, then he can reluctantly recruit him under his command.

As a result, the stall owner leaned against the wall and rested with his eyes closed.

As for the rusty swords wrapped in rags beside the stall owner, it was because of the gathering of practitioners.

The young man was slightly interested, after all, even if it was pure iron, it was enough for those little brothers.

But now the young man was a little surprised when he held it in his hand.

It turned out...it was really a good thing.

Although the spiritual power in it is seriously broken, far less than that of a spiritual weapon, it is definitely a handy weapon in a secret realm.

But...why is it placed here?

Such a good thing, can't apply for the 'sales' inside?

What price can be sold here?

Immediately, the young man tilted his sword and asked directly.

"Brother, how did you sell it?"

Sell?
Yin Hang was indeed going to sell it, but he originally planned to wait for his companion to come back, after all, he didn't know the prices here very well.

He woke up at five o'clock, and now it is almost 08:30 in the evening, coupled with the high-intensity use of the mist field, it caused him to squint for a while when he was sleepy.

But when Yin Hang sensed that someone was approaching, he opened his eyes and found that it was not the boy, but a young man in plain clothes who wanted to buy his rusty sword directly.

Seeing Yin Hang's silence, the young man felt a little strange.

What does this mean?

Immediately he saw Yin Hang frowned, and after thinking for a while, he rummaged through the rag pocket for a while, and took out a rusty sword with an even more shabby handle.

"This one, 40 mg."

Youth: Huh?

What does it mean?
Think you can't afford this one?

Young people don't like to dress too high-profile, after all, it's boring to be boasted, and it's easy to be overpriced.

He didn't miss those high prices of money or spirit stones, but he felt that he was rich, so he felt that it was reasonable to raise the price, which made him feel disgusted.

However, this was the first time that a young man was considered unable to afford a rusty sword.

Not to mention this rusty sword that has been slightly nourished by spiritual power, even if it is really a spiritual weapon, he can afford it.

But to be honest, this feeling of being looked down upon somehow made the youth feel very fresh.

Yes, yes, very interesting.

"I think this one is pretty good," the young man flicked the blade with his fingertips, and asked with a smile, "Two grams of spirit stones, are you selling them or not?"

Yin Hang remained silent, but his expression changed obviously.

Seeing this, the young man was slightly disappointed.

The black identification tag pinned to the chest by the boy in front of him is only F-level.

Although I don't know where I got this good sword, it's probably the first time I've heard of spirit stones measured in grams.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that the young man overdos his brain, but because of the way he lives in reality, sometimes it is easy to scare others, so he has to think about this aspect frequently.

After all, he still wants to take the people-friendly route.

But what the young man didn't expect was that the change in the other party's expression seemed to be so slightly different from what he had imagined.

Yin Hang first began to take a deep breath, his facial expression was very tangled, and his brows were frowning as if there was a deep hatred.

In the end, he was very painful, and sighed heavily.

"Forget it, it's quite late today, two grams of Lingshi, let's make friends."

"Well, then it's time to pay...huh?"

The young man suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Wait...who makes friends with whom?

(End of this chapter)