That's what villains are like

Chapter 112 The air of the son of heaven, the fat in my mouth was taken away, I am dirty

Strange stones are placed horizontally on the jade platform in front of them, and wisps of twilight are reflected from them, carrying a sacred atmosphere, as if they can reflect the stone fetus into a gorgeous and transparent one.

In a trance, I can hear the great voice of ancient ancestors offering sacrifices to God and praying for good weather.

"This strange stone was discovered by members of the Merchant Alliance under an isolated island overseas."

"There is an ancient bronze city that has been buried for an unknown number of years. It was submerged in the bottom of the sea. Almost [-]% of the people sent to investigate died. In the end, only a few items were brought out. This strange stone is one of them..."

"Some old scholars of the Chamber of Commerce have personally studied it, read many classics for verification, and all agree that this strange stone may have existed for tens of thousands of years."

"But it's hard to tell what's in it, and it's also very strange. The business alliance has used various methods to investigate and found that it is empty, and it doesn't seem to be sealed..."

"That's why the Chamber of Commerce intends to take it out this time as an auction item."

The rich middle-aged man is the person in charge of the auction house, named Jiang Xun.

Like Uncle Ying who protected Jiang Lan's safety before, he was given the surname Jiang and was in charge of many affairs of the business alliance.

He is also in charge of the auction this time.

At this moment, seeing that Jiang Lan seemed to be very interested in this strange stone, he respectfully explained the origin of this strange stone.

In order to be able to auction it for a good price, the Merchant Alliance has been building momentum for a long time, shaping this strange stone into something like a fairy egg, which has attracted the attention of many immortal sects.

Many monks and creatures came here after hearing the news.

The auction conference this time can also be described as a sea of ​​people, an unprecedented grand occasion.

"I see, let's go."

Hearing this, Jiang Lan waved her hand and told Jiang Xun to go down.

"Yes, young master." Jiang Xun stepped back obediently.

Although the news about this strange stone had been spread early, it attracted the attention of all parties.

But if Jiang Lan is interested in it and wants to keep it, then he can only think of an excuse, and see if he can fool this matter at the auction meeting.

Anyway, the business alliance is to do business.

If you don't talk about honesty on the surface, it will not be easy to deal with the major immortal sects in the future.

Jiang Lan knew what Jiang Xun was thinking, but she didn't care and didn't bother to explain.

He was actually waiting for this strange stone to arrive yesterday, but due to the distance, this strange stone has not been sent to the imperial capital yet.

So we can only wait until today.

In the original plot, it was also at this auction that Shang Mingyu, the remnant princess of the Shang Kingdom, auctioned off this strange stone at a high price.

Inside this strange stone is a source of Dao condensed by a great supernatural power, and in the source of Dao, a wisp of the spirit of the Son of Heaven is sealed.

The spirit of the Son of Heaven is a kind of breath, a kind of great atmosphere, gathered after the Son of Heaven offered sacrifices to the heavens in ancient times, the hearts of the people, the heart of the world, and the approval of the heavens.

It not only contains the extremely mysterious meaning of the Son of Heaven, but also a kind of representative and symbol. To have the spirit of the Son of Heaven means to be recognized by the heavens and the hearts of the people. He is the most orthodox Son of Heaven since ancient times.

Shang Mingyu has the Great Wish Ball, the most precious treasure of the country, and can deduce the fate of chance, knowing the existence of this thing long ago.

That's why she planned to auction it off, and use it to assist the sixth prince, Qi Qingxuan, to fight for power in the future, so as to fight against Emperor Xia.

Although Jiang Lan didn't practice the emperor's art, and he didn't have the thought of governing the country, but it didn't prevent him from cutting off the emperor's aura and taking it as his own.

Although he can't use it now, it doesn't mean he won't need it in the future.

In addition, he could use this strange stone instead to plot against Shang Mingyu and Qi Qingxuan earlier.

"It's a bit troublesome to extract the Son of Heaven's Qi from it silently, but I can only try..."

"In addition, Shang Mingyu just knows that there is a ray of emperor's air in it, and she has never seen the emperor's air before."

"She may not be able to find out if the fake is the real one."

Jiang Lan has already made many preparations.

As several jade talismans flew out, they turned into streamers of light and scattered everywhere, completely covering up the aura in the box.

Jiang Lan also put a lot of thought into the strange stone in front of her.

The center of his brows glowed, and his cheekbones were reflected transparently. An inexplicable breath surged out from between his brows, as if there was a vague and terrifying phantom emerging behind him.

Then his spiritual thoughts spread like mist, and soon completely covered this strange stone.

The next moment, the little man in his sea of ​​consciousness stepped out, turned into a ray of light, followed the cracks and gaps outside the strange stone, looking for the reflected light, and went to the inside of the strange stone.

The stone skin is full of cracks, but they are not deep, and can only spread half an inch inside.

There is an inexplicable force permeating it, like a fetal membrane, blocking the invasion of the outside world.

This is the Dao source in which the Qi of the Son of Heaven is sealed.

Ordinary people would be blocked by that dao source if they wanted to try to see what it contained, even if they used strange treasures to investigate.

Jiang Lan's soulful villain's eyes glowed faintly, as if there was an ancient tranquility, spreading from his body, trying to erode that inexplicable power.

Through the stone skin, one can faintly see the dao source wrapped in it.

However, Jiang Lan soon discovered another problem as his soul eroded away.

Daoyuan's fetal membrane is thinning, and it tends to decrease. If it continues to erode, Daoyuan will be broken in advance.

"If this dao source is broken, the aura of the son of heaven will escape, even if it is captured and sealed for the first time..."

"There's only one way to go."

Jiang Lan was not surprised by this.

He didn't intend to easily destroy the structure of the strange stone and Daoyuan, otherwise, with Shang Mingyu's intelligence and vision, as well as the treasured Great Wish Ball, it would be easy for her to see its flaws, and she would deduce the calculations in it.

The next moment, a hazy blood light shone on Jiang Lan's head, and a peaceful river of blood flowed, as if running through the void.

With a thought in Jiang Lan's mind, this strange stone was immediately swept away by the river of blood, and was quickly submerged in it.

Wisps of blood light continued to seep into it.

And in his hand, a wisp of evil blood energy was slowly condensing.

In order to make this bloody aura more realistic, Jiang Lan removed the bloody aura from it.

Then, he performed the ancient heavenly skills of the four spirits to condense the phantoms of the four paths and the four saints, which surround the body of the evil spirit of blood, making the breath more solemn and solemn, and revealing a kind of sacred boundlessness.

At first glance, the evil spirit of blood is strong and powerful, surrounded by phantoms of the four saints of Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, presenting a guarding trend, just like the emperor of heaven in ancient times patrolling the common people, dignified and awe-inspiring.

"In this way, if I don't know, I will probably be bluffed immediately."

"After pulling out the wisp of heavenly aura, and then cooperating with the little aura left in it, it is not difficult to distinguish the real from the fake."

Jiang Lan nodded in satisfaction.

After doing all this, he just needs to wait for him to steal and replace that wisp of emperor's aura from the source of Dao with the method of "changing the sky and changing the day" of the Blood Immortal Sect.

After half a stick of incense, the strange stone reappeared on the jade platform in front of him, still shrouded in mist, filled with sunlight, and the precious light loomed, sacred and extraordinary.

Jiang Lan used a special container to seal up the pure and blazing sun-like aura of the emperor, and ordered Jiang Xun to come in and take this strange stone away.

Jiang Xun was already thinking about how to explain this strange stone after the auction started, but he never thought that Jiang Lan would lose interest after studying it for a while.

He wisely didn't ask any more questions, and sent someone to carry the strange stone down.

Although this strange stone is not big, it is very thick, and ordinary monks may not be able to pick it up.

"That Shang Mingyu has a wealth of wealth, more than enough to auction off this strange stone."

"In the original plot, although there were several fairy sects competing with her, they were all defeated by her wealth in the end, and they couldn't compete with her..."

Jiang Lan was originally not interested in participating in this auction.

Whatever he wanted, he just said it directly. After all, the business alliance was built with the support of Xiangguofu.

But he continued to stay here.

When the time comes to auction this strange stone, the price can be raised in due course to make Shang Mingyu bleed a lot.

She deserved it, after all.

"Although it's just an insignificant matter, considering Shang Mingyu's aloof character, it can still suppress her arrogance to some extent, and perhaps gather a lot of luck."

There was still a while before the start of the auction meeting, and Jiang Lan planned to stop by the confidant who had been booked before.

It happened to be among the goods sent along with that strange stone.

"Follow me, let's go to the arena."

When walking out of the box, Jiang Lan thought for a while, and ordered some beautiful maids standing at the door of the box to follow.

……

At the same time, in a box near the front of the first floor of the auction conference.

A group of Yi Jianzong's disciples were talking with each other, and they all had expressions of joy, excitement, and anticipation on their faces.

"Brothers and sisters, I'll excuse you for a while..."

At this time, "Zhang Yuan" who was sitting on a jade stool drinking tea seemed to suddenly think of something, put down the tea, and was about to get up and go outside.

"Junior Brother Zhang Yuan, where are you going?"

Seeing this, the pretty female disciple Liu Xue hurriedly shouted.

Ye Ming smiled when he heard the words, and cupped his hands and said, "Senior Sister Liu Xue, I am suddenly curious about the death arena on the other side, and want to join in the fun."

"The auction is about to start, is Junior Brother Zhang Yuan so curious?"

"There's nothing to see in the death arena. They exist to satisfy the bad tastes of the imperial capital. They are full of blood and massacres. They don't take the lives of those prisoners and slaves seriously."

When a female disciple of Yijian Palace heard this, she immediately showed disdain and disgust.

Ye Ming touched his nose and didn't explain much.

But Liu Xue stood beside him pretty, and said with a smile, "It just so happens that there is nothing to do right now, so I'll go there with Junior Brother Zhang Yuan."

The auction conference not only auctions items, but also auctions slaves, death row prisoners and the like.

But unlike the items, those slaves and death row prisoners are on the other side of the arena.

The winner of each gladiatorial fight, or the person who survived each gladiatorial fight, is eligible for the auction.

All Yijian Palace disciples could see Liu Xue's affection for "Zhang Yuan", and when they heard this, they all showed ambiguous smiles.

Ye Ming didn't shirk, so he walked out of the box with Liu Xue and walked towards another venue of the auction conference.

He looked calm and composed, but he was talking with the old ghost in his mind.

"Old ghost, why did you call me over?"

"Naturally, there are good things waiting for you. Before no one notices, you can find a leak..." The old ghost's voice was still hoarse and low.

"A good thing? Wait for me to pick up the leak? Could you have misunderstood the direction of the arena?" Ye Ming didn't believe it.

"How can my perception be wrong? Among the batch of death row prisoners just now, there is the aura of the ghost clan."

"However, I don't know if other people can perceive it. Just now I boldly and carefully sensed it. There should be nothing wrong..." the old ghost said.

"You ghost clan, didn't you say that they are extinct, why did they reappear?" Ye Ming was very surprised.

It is said that the Specter Clan is not an aboriginal race on the mainland of Kyushu, but from an outland.

The number of this race is very rare, and it is very difficult to reproduce. It seems that because the environment of the sky and the earth is not suitable for its survival, the number is getting rarer, and it completely disappeared thousands of years ago.

And this race, the reason why it is called the ghost race, is because it controls the talent of the void, and can easily hide in the void and move freely.

If you find something wrong, you will be able to travel thousands of miles in an instant, and it will be difficult to catch up. You must know that even a monk with a cultivation base of the sixth realm cannot cross the void.

This family was once known as the family of killers, and the royal blood of the ghost family was born to be the king of killers.

The old ghost didn't understand, "I've been wandering in the ghost clan's land for a period of time, so I'm sure of the aura of this clan, I can't perceive it wrong."

"It stands to reason that this family is indeed extinct, but it is hard to guarantee that there will be some missing blood."

"Don't worry, the ghost clan is very rare, and there are very few records. Now that the real ghost clan appears in front of the world, basically no one will be able to recognize it..."

"You can rest assured to pick up this leak. No one will compete with you. No matter how many spirit stones you spend, you will have to auction them off. If a ghost clansman can be trained well, he is the best killer. I can do many things for you."

Speaking of this, he was also very emotional, thinking that Ye Ming was really lucky.

Just coming to this auction conference to join in the fun, can also pick up such a big bargain.

Of course, without his guidance, Ye Ming probably wouldn't have known about it, and he couldn't tell which of the two had better luck.

Hearing these words, Ye Ming couldn't hide his excitement and joy.

"It just so happens that my current status makes it inconvenient to do some things. It will be more convenient if I have such a subordinate of the Ghost Clan."

"God help me too."

Liu Xue on the side followed him, but she didn't know why Ye Ming was suddenly excited.

In her eyes, although this junior brother "Zhang Yuan" is sometimes a little dull, but he is diligent and down-to-earth, and he still has a bit of hidden meaning. If we get in touch again, maybe the two of them can support each other within the sect and form a bond. For Taoist couple.

Ye Ming could vaguely guess what Liu Xue was thinking, but he ignored it.

He only has Ling Zhuyun in his heart, and there is no room for other women at present.

Not to mention that Liu Xue was too ordinary, so he was destined to be unable to help him. Now in Yijian Palace, he could only serve as a cover for him, so as not to be suspected of his identity.

The area of ​​the gladiatorial arena is also large, and it is inside this pagoda, not far from the auction site.

It looks like the Tianjiao battlefield in ancient times. It is made of many special black iron and stone materials. In the middle is a wide battle platform, surrounded by mist and blood.

There are dragon pattern pillars all around, and each pillar is carved with complicated patterns, filled with a tyrannical formation.

Some blood and broken bones can be seen, splashed on it.

On the surrounding high platforms, there were already many figures sitting around, all of them were young faces, and there were very few monks of the older generation and the middle and young generations.

When Ye Ming arrived, he didn't know where the ghost clansman that the old ghost was talking about was.

As he looked up, he saw that there was already a fierce fight in the arena.

Blood was flying, and the two figures collided there, punching to the flesh, accompanied by the sound of bone shattering, it sounded very scary.

Fresh blood and rays of light burst out and swayed in the air, like a rain of blood, which made everyone's blood tumbling, and they were very excited.

On the side of the arena, the person in charge is analyzing the battle situation in the arena, introducing the situation of the two people who fought in the battle, which is quite a bit of an explanation.

In front of him, the rest of the people were liquidating their bets. Each wrestling fight would not only bring generous viewing fees and auction fees to the business alliance, but also extremely high betting income.

"Old ghost, who are the ghost tribe people you mentioned?"

Ye Ming and Liu Xue found a place to sit on the high platform beside them.

He stared at the arena in front of him, but in his mind he was talking to the old ghost, wondering where the ghost clansman was.

"Isn't that the black and thin figure in the arena?" The old ghost smiled lightly.

Ye Ming was puzzled, looked at it, and then locked on the black, thin, extremely short figure that kept flying out of it.

The sound of bones breaking just now came from his right arm.

The arm had limp limply, hanging to one side.

Facing the opponent's fierce attack, he could only choose to dodge continuously, but it seemed that because of the heavy injury, many bones were broken.

He could only be kicked away with one foot after another, hit one of the pillars like a broken sack, and then slid down again, lying on the ground, blood stains soon stained the pillar red.

His hair was scattered, covered with blood and stains, strands stuck together one by one, and a horrible, bruised face could be seen faintly. There were also bruises on his arms, which could not be healed and kept dripping out Blood.

"Or a... girl?"

Ye Ming frowned, stood up, and after careful identification, he could barely see that the figure was a woman.

She is much shorter than ordinary women. From the appearance, she looks like thirteen or fourteen years old at most, and she is very embarrassed and dirty.

He originally thought it was wearing a black robe, but upon closer inspection, it was completely soaked in blood and then dried and solidified, forming a blood clot.

It has not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and the original color of the robe was completely dyed black.

"The age of the ghost clan cannot be judged from its appearance..."

"If that guy hadn't been exhausted, and he had been tampered with by the people in the arena, and had swallowed drugs like Huajin Dan in advance, he shouldn't have fallen to this point."

"Before this battle, she should have experienced several fights, and survived every one of them, but because of her appearance, no one was willing to bid for the auction, so she continued to fight until she died of exhaustion... ..."

The old ghost said lightly.

Ye Ming nodded secretly, and said, "It's really a poor guy, but she was also lucky to meet me."

"Then what should I do, stop this gladiatorial fight directly? But according to the rules, outsiders can't interfere until the arena battle is over, otherwise it will be dealt with according to the rules of provocation."

He remembered that a fairy sect noticed that the disciples expelled from the sect became slaves in the arena, where they fought with their opponents for entertainment. They were very angry and felt that it would hurt their face, so they wanted to stop that war.

But later it paid a very heavy price.

Not only did he apologize, but he also lost many masters.

Although Ye Ming wanted to stop it, he was worried that the girl from the ghost clan would die in the arena, but he didn't know what to do.

"The vitality of the ghost clan is very strong, so they won't die here. When the girl recovers a little bit of strength, her opponent will die. After this battle is over, you will auction her off..." The old ghost said lightly , to give Ye Ming an idea.

Ye Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat back.

"What's wrong with Junior Brother Zhang Yuan? Are you impatient and want to save the slave on death row?" Liu Xue, who was on the side, couldn't help asking curiously when she saw Ye Ming's behavior.

Ye Ming sighed, "It's really pitiful to look at, there are wounds all over the body, and blood keeps bleeding..."

And at this time, in the arena, the short figure covered in blood was lying under the pillar, and it seemed that he didn't make any sound. A large pool of blood spread under him, and his breath gradually weakened.

Her opponent is a woman with a big arm and a round waist, and a short figure.

His face was cold and cruel, and he was holding a special long whip. While waving it, the wind sounded, and the void trembled slightly. When it fell on the ground, it was definitely to the extent that gold and stone cracked.

"You stink so badly, weren't you crazy just now? You almost killed me, why are you going to pretend to be dead now?"

Seeing this, she sneered, swung the long whip in her hand, and landed on the woman's back with a slap, causing the flesh to burst open and blood to flow out.

The robe, which was already extremely dark, was even more foul-smelling.

Seeing this scene, the many spectators on the surrounding high platforms couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes, and they all shouted.

Many people like this kind of cruel and tragic scene, and there is a happy feeling that the bloodthirsty in their bones is released.

"Still not ready to move, are you dumb? You can't even snort..."

"If that's the case, don't blame me."

Seeing the opponent lying on the ground, blood soaked the surroundings, looking like a gossamer.

The woman's expression turned cold, she already regarded him as a dead person, and wielding a long whip was about to kill him.

"stop."

But at this moment, a crisp voice suddenly came from above the high platform of the arena.

The woman who was about to wield the long whip was taken aback when she heard the words, and then subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

"Who?"

The crowd of spectators, who were in high spirits, were very dissatisfied with being blocked like this, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

The person in charge of the arena here frowned even more when he heard the sound. I don't know who is so bold that he dared to openly challenge the rules in the arena. This is the heart of the arena, right?

Are you really not afraid of the consequences?
He looked over and was about to reprimand and question, but when he saw the white-clothed figure beside the woman shouting, he swallowed his words hastily, and said, "Master...Master?"

The woman who spoke was wearing a wide skirt, although she was dressed as a maid, she was very beautiful.

However, what attracted everyone's attention at the moment was the man in white sitting beside him, drinking tea with downcast eyes.

His face is handsome and his temperament is outstanding.

The palm holding the tea has jade-like skin, fair and slender, exuding a sense of nobility and elegance.

Although the expression is casual, it seems to have an innate aloofness and overlooking.

Many people who were still dissatisfied with Xingtou being disturbed, after seeing the white man's face and recognizing his identity, their expressions changed one after another, and the words they wanted to reprimand were hurriedly withdrawn.

"Who is this? Why are you so arrogant that you just yelled to stop?"

Many people who had just arrived in Jingyang City, the imperial capital, were puzzled by this, and under the kind explanation and reminder of the people on the side, they understood, their expressions changed, and they also shut up.

The most powerful person in Great Xia today, Jiang Lan, the son of the Xiangguo Mansion, is known to everyone in the entire imperial capital.

"Master..."

The steward in charge of the arena rushed over in a hurry.

"Today's massacre in the arena is really boring."

"However, that guy has already won seven games in a row, and his skill is really good. Go and bring her to me..." Jiang Lan said lightly.

"Yes, young master." Several maids beside him rushed to the arena upon hearing this.

The steward who rushed over quickly, when he heard this, suddenly showed a embarrassed expression on his face, bowed his waist and said, "Master, I didn't know you were here too."

"Otherwise we will arrange for someone else to play."

The small figure in the original arena was used by the arena to swindle bets today, and she has already swallowed Hua Jin San, which will suddenly take effect during the arena.

According to their plan, that short figure should have died of exhaustion in the fifth round.

But who would have thought that she won all the way to the eighth game in a row, and only then did she show signs of exhaustion and defeat.

This also led to the failure of many of their previous plans.

Moreover, Jiang Lan is also here, which they never expected.

It is really a dereliction of duty on the side of the arena to fail to let the young master enjoy the pleasing life-and-death fight.

"No, I really admire that guy. He is stubborn, resolute, and has good strength."

"Although it looks ugly, it's a bit ugly, but it doesn't matter." Jiang Lan said casually.

Hearing the words, the steward immediately said with surprise and envy, "It's a blessing that that guy has cultivated in several lifetimes to be considered highly by you, young master."

"What's her name?" Jiang Lan asked.

"Master, her name is Chou'er."

The steward immediately replied, "She was brought back from the Ancient Yue Kingdom. She is a killing tool that has been cultivated by the sub-alliance there. She has won ten consecutive championships many times..."

Those who can appear in the arena of Jingyang City, the imperial capital, are all outstanding without exception. They have gone through many life and death fights before they made it all the way here.

The short figure lying on the arena, covered in blood, faintly heard the words from the other side of the high platform.

Through the locks of hair stuck together by blood clots, she raised her eyes and looked at the spotless figure in white clothes on the high platform. The other palm, which was not limp, also relaxed slowly.

Standing in front of her, the woman who wanted to wave the long whip before had eyes full of jealousy, envy, and unwillingness.

How can He De be valued by the son of Xiangguo Mansion for this dirty and smelly guy?This is equivalent to being the young owner of the Changlong Merchant Alliance.

"Jiang Lan..."

"Why is he here too?"

Ye Ming, who was waiting for the end of the wrestling, to auction off the ghost woman, never expected to see Jiang Lan here again.

His complexion changed again and again, many experiences in Zixia Mountain's secret realm surged into his heart again, hatred and killing intent kept churning in his heart, but he was firmly suppressed by him, his fists creaking.

"As the son of Xiangguo's mansion, isn't it normal for him to be in the imperial capital?"

"The auction conference and arena are also the industry behind the family, so it's not surprising that they appear here."

"You and this guy are really at odds, how do you always meet?"

The old ghost seemed to shake his head, and said helplessly.

Ye Ming looked very bad.

He always believed that Jiang Lan was the mastermind behind the secret realm of Zixia Mountain, but there was no evidence.

"I changed my identity this time, so he probably won't recognize me anymore..." he asked the old ghost.

Although he hated Jiang Lan so much in his heart that he wanted to tear him into pieces, Ye Ming still knew himself.

He is currently not Jiang Lan's opponent, he can only hide like a mouse in the gutter, avoiding his gaze.

The old ghost didn't know how to answer this question.

When he was in Anyang City last time, even he didn't know how Jiang Lan discovered Ye Ming's true identity, and used this to set up a trap to pin the black disaster on his head.

Right now in this imperial capital, it is best to be cautious. As the son of Xiangguo's mansion, Jiang Lan only needs one word, which is enough to make them unable to escape.

"It seems that Jiang Lan is interested in the girl from the ghost tribe, so he can take the lead..."

Watching Jiang Lan make a sound, she asked the maid beside her to take the ghost girl away from the arena.

Ye Ming was very unwilling, as if he was watching the big fat meat that was already in front of his eyes, being swaggered around by Jiang Lan and snatched it away.

But he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only pretend to be invisible.

This kind of aggrieved, angry, and unwillingness made him impotent and furious.

"No way, this is really no way, I suspect that Jiang Lan knows the identity of the ghost woman, otherwise he wouldn't have appeared there by such a coincidence."

"That guy is really scary. I feel that he is getting more and more unfathomable."

The old ghost let out a long sigh, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Apart from incompetence and rage, the current Ye Ming can't do anything. He can only watch the girl from the ghost tribe being taken away by Jiang Lan.

"Jiang Lan..." Ye Ming clenched his teeth, hatred and unwillingness were not enough to describe his emotions at the moment.

"This Young Master of the Xiangguo Mansion seems to be much kinder than the rumors..."

"I didn't expect him to show kindness and save that poor woman."

Liu Xue's voice sounded from the side, full of surprise and surprise.

Ye Ming's face was ugly, and he glanced at her, but saw that there seemed to be a strange light in her eyes, looking in the direction where Jiang Lan was leaving, and didn't notice that he was looking at her at all.

Although he said he was not interested in Liu Xue, he was still very upset seeing her like this. This woman is really superficial.

……

Back in the private room, Jiang Lan noticed the luck coming from Niwan Palace, and sighed inwardly.

In fact, he hasn't paid attention to Ye Ming for a long time, so he didn't expect him to appear in the imperial capital, and he even came to the auction conference.

If he doesn't cut off the Hu in advance, the future king of assassination in the original plot may fall into Ye Ming's hands.

This son of luck is really favored by the way of heaven in the dark, and he can meet any good things.

"The blood talent of the Specter family is not obvious yet, but it will soon develop its strength. It has a void talent, which is very convenient for hiding, killing people and inquiring about news."

"Based on my understanding of her, it's a breeze to use some tricks to make her dedicate herself to me and serve me loyally."

Jiang Lan took a sip of tea, recalling the origin of that ghost woman.

The Ghost Clan has long since disappeared from the land of Kyushu, and even the Longchang Merchant Alliance doesn't know its origin, but treats it as an ordinary human race, thinking that it has extraordinary skills and talent in killing, and is suitable for training as a gladiator.

In the original plot, half of the human blood in the ghost woman's body was sold to the business alliance by her human mother, in exchange for a large sum of spirit stones, and she went away with Xinhuan.

As for his biological father, he was a member of the ghost tribe with pure blood, but there is no detailed description of his origin.

"Young master, we have brought her here..."

At this time, several maids held their noses, and they worked together to bring the ghost woman, who was exhausted and had little strength, into the box.

As soon as he entered, he was greeted by an extremely pungent stench of blood, which was simply disgusting.

Jiang Lan waved his hand to get the maids to step back, but then looked at her as usual.

Its figure is less than his shoulders, and it looks like it is only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the age of the ghost clan cannot be judged by its appearance.

The robe was somewhat torn, very dirty, with blood stains and blood stains, which had solidified into a foul-smelling dark brown.

His hair was also stuck together, very fluffy and messy, his face was full of scars, ugly like centipedes one after another, if some children saw this, they would probably be scared to cry.

At this moment, she seemed to have noticed that Jiang Lan was looking at her. Her head was hanging down, and her messy and fluffy hair hung down, blocking most of her face.

One arm was still bleeding, and it fell powerlessly to the side, while the other arm was hidden under the sleeve, tightly clenched together, as if very nervous.

"I have ordered them to tear up the slave bond over the arena, you should be able to feel it."

"Ugly?"

Jiang Lan didn't seem to care about her filth and stench at the moment.

After looking around, he nodded in satisfaction.

Hearing this, the ghost clan woman named Chou'er nodded, but her head was still hanging down.

"I will not let you sign a slave contract again."

"But at the same time, you must listen to me." Jiang Lan said.

Chou'er nodded after hearing the words.

"I know you can talk..."

Jiang Lan took out a bottle of elixir casually, poured out a purple elixir filled with sunlight and fragrance, and said, "Open your mouth..."

When Chou'er heard this, he lifted his head up full of hesitation and hesitation, and glanced at him, but he didn't dare to open his mouth.

"This is a healing elixir. After taking it, it will relieve pain and stop bleeding, and make your current injury heal." Jiang Lan looked at her and said.

Chou'er was still very hesitant, looking at his spotless robe, and at the white and slender clean palm stretched out in front of him, with inferiority in his eyes, he lowered his head again.

"Open your mouth..." Jiang Lan repeated.

"I... I'm dirty..."

She finally spoke, her voice was very hoarse, like broken glass colliding with a blunt weapon, but with an unspeakably clear texture.

(End of this chapter)