The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 93 Prelude
After putting away the knife, along with the last trace of sweat on his body, the sunset glow that was the same color as big red and small red in the sky also faded.

Inch by inch of darkness was pressed down from the dome, and then pressed down again, Jian Baisan checked the knife on his waist for the last time, looked up at the already dark blue sky, felt a little uneasy for some reason.

When passing by the restaurant, she took a look into the restaurant, only to find that today was a junior second-generation class with a strange appearance.

She stopped in her tracks: "Is the Gu Shaozhuang owner here today?"

"Haha!" The little girl laughed heartily, "Yes, yes. In the past two days, the young master often goes to the back kitchen, and the immortal master has to wait."

"No need." Jian Baisan said, "There is no need to tell him that I have been here."

People always like to use imagination to fill in the unknown blank, and at this moment, the bloody smell on Gu Yulun's body seems to have an explanation.

I often go to the back kitchen to help. Is it normal to have a bloody smell when handling fresh ingredients?

After all, yesterday's inspection showed nothing unusual.What's more, in the unnoticed depths of her heart, Jian Baisan may also hope that Gu Yulun, the friend she knows, is not an "enemy".

Jian Baisan put on his mask and walked away, while Xiao Er and four other figures put on their hoods and followed one after another towards the alley.

Today, the atmosphere in the underground market is particularly strange.

It was a commotion hidden beneath the silence.

Almost no one spoke, but they cared more about contact than usual, and almost everyone deliberately and subtly kept an appropriate distance.

There were no usual physical confrontations, and no fresh corpses laying on the side of the road, but everyone's hands were hidden, hidden by the sleeves or under the sleeves of robes.

All this maintains a delicate balance, like a steel wire that is taut in the air, but if someone touches it, it will immediately make a sharp string.

Jian Baisan's pace has always been too fast and too big, and now he has only walked a few steps in the crowd, and he feels that kind of obscure vision glued to his surroundings again, like a shadow.

Standing out is a danger here.

Jian Baisan suppressed her heartbeat, slowed down her pace to the speed of the people around her, stretched out her hand to gently stroke the red head in her arms, and kept calming her in her brain: "Don't be afraid. Stay in my arms...need When you help, I'll let you know."

The plan she decided on yesterday was very simple, even unbelievably simple.

Because all the auction items had to be traded on the stage, she couldn't locate Liu Ding before that, and she didn't have enough spirit stones to afford, and she didn't want to hurt innocent people after the fire fairy bamboo liquid was auctioned by others.

So there is only one way.

That is to shoot first, at the scene of the transaction, go on stage to kill him.

This violated the hidden rules of the entire auction house, but Jian Baisan was confident that he could go out.

One cloud after another of dimly colored figures gathered in the square, but the distance between them was not small, and it was inexplicably empty and crowded.

Those vendors have all been put away, leaving only a tall earthen platform, which looks extremely bright under the illumination of an unknown light source.

There was a sudden movement on the second basement floor.

With the creaking sound, the stone tablet behind the toad stretched all the way, and just stopped at the side of the high platform.

A line of writing on the top emitted a dim yellow light.

A high-level gold martial art of the yellow rank, Snake Shadow Step.

A person walked up slowly from the crowd, took something out of the ring, and said hoarsely, "Three thousand."

In the end, [-] were sold.

Everyone watched silently, and greed flashed in the eyes of many people, but as long as they moved their bodies, countless lines of sight would stick to them without a trace.

If he didn't have the most basic confidence in his own strength, who would come into this place?
The delicate balance is just like an earthworm in the mud, it trembles once, and then lies dormant again.

The second lot is the bones of a peak foundation builder.

Seeing a damaged skeleton floating in the air under the influence of some magic weapon, Jian Baisan felt chills in his heart.

For fear that people would not know what this thing does, the person who went up explained a few more sentences.

"In addition to refining medicine and refining equipment, it can also be melted into bone pills and taken, which can reach the three years of cultivation of a foundation-builder monk."

That's right, after a monk cultivates to the end, the muscles and bones contain spiritual power. After melting the bones of the whole body and taking it, what he gets is the purest spiritual power, omitting the part of spiritual power transformed through the meridians, which is equivalent to earning a few years of life for nothing .

However, of course the greatest utility is refining tools and refining medicine.

"The starting price is five thousand spirit stones."

"Seven thousand." Jian Baisan, who was separated by two people, made an offer.

Jian Baisan lowered her head.

"Eight thousand."

"Eight thousand five hundred."

……

In the end, this picture of bones was auctioned off by a short figure at a price of [-].

The four characters on the stele were pushed to the top, and a figure walked up slowly.

Fire Immortal Bamboo Liquid.

A figure in a black robe walked up and said concisely: "Huoxian Bamboo Yee, starting bid, seven thousand."

Jian Baisan raised his head slightly, staring at that figure.

The height and even the voice were all wrong, but Jian Baisan had replayed the events of that day in her mind countless times, and she could even recognize his voice from the simple habit of exhaling—this is Liu Ding!

It must be him.

This is the enemy she has been looking for for several years!
Her spiritual energy surged unconsciously, and she even felt that her arms and hands filled with spiritual energy had begun to heat up slightly. Her arms seemed to instinctively want to pull out the knife and cut off his neck.

"...Eight thousand." She heard herself say.

Her voice, which was deliberately lowered by her, seemed to be distorted. It vibrated and echoed in this strange space, as if it brought the prelude to death.

(End of this chapter)