I have a city in another world

Chapter 3092 The Underground Bazaar
The scene behind the bronze door amazed everyone.

Unexpectedly, there are so many survivors hidden in the ancient tomb of unknown age deep in the underground!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, everyone would never believe it.

The monks looked at each other with joy on their faces, they never expected that they would be saved from adversity.

"Strange, why are there so many survivors here?"

The bearded man muttered in his heart, doubts flashed in his eyes, and he followed his companion down the steps.

The spacious cave is like a lively market, and there are stalls on the stones, selling various supplies.

There are garbage from the cracks, various animals and plants that live underground, and even treasure mines that monks need.

The surviving mortals and monks gathered in the same market and lived in harmony with each other.

Before disaster strikes, something like this is simply impossible to happen.

But the situation is different now, and monks are no longer like in the past, relying on their status and not contacting mortals.

Without the support of ordinary people, these practitioners who are limited in every way would also not be able to survive.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, misfortune and fortune depend on each other.

After seeing the bearded man and others, the stall owners greeted them and sold their various products.

At this time, no one collects money, and most of them barter for what they need.

If there is energy crystallization, it would be better, but this is the real hard currency.

The bearded man and the others collected a lot of things along the way, and put them all in the storage equipment.

Seeing someone trade, the monks are naturally eager to try, ready to exchange for something useful to them.

If you collect by chance, you will definitely not be able to gather the required items in a short time. This market solves the urgent needs of monks.

The bearded man ignored the street vendor, but looked up for the little zombie leading the way, only to find that the other party had long since disappeared.

"Something is wrong..."

The bearded man muttered in his heart, why did the other party ignore him after he was attracted to him.

If you just trust outsiders like that, aren't you afraid that you have something wrong with you?

But after thinking about it, I think it's quite normal.

As long as the strong are in charge, they are not afraid of anyone making trouble, and the end of death is a dead end.

But those who have gone through hardships and know how dangerous the outside world is, will never foolishly cut off their way out.

While the bearded man was puzzled, he subconsciously looked to the side, wanting to see how Tang Zhen would react.

I saw Tang Zhen with a half-smile, and casually glanced at the bearded man, but there was no reaction.

"What does it mean?"

The bearded man muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, he could only keep his doubts in his heart.

Just as he was thinking, his companion was already trading, exchanging a batch of things he wanted.

Judging by the smile on his face, he should be very satisfied with this transaction.

The other companions are still watching, but judging from their appearance, they are also a little eager to try.

In the storage bag of the bearded man, there are some items, which are the trophies that were snatched by the enemy.

Seeing that his companion's transaction was successful, the bearded man no longer hesitated, and prepared to exchange for some items.

Today's environment is special, and you must not be a miser, but try to use materials to improve your strength.

Otherwise, if someone kills them, it will be meaningless to accumulate more.

Thinking of this, the bearded man prepared to open the storage bag and make deals with those stall owners.

"Wait a minute..."

Tang Zhen's voice came from the bearded man's ear.

The bearded man who was about to trade couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and subconsciously stopped what he was doing.

When he turned his head to look at Tang Zhen again, his face was still indifferent, as if it wasn't him who spoke just now.

After experiencing these series of changes, the bearded man has become very dependent on Tang Zhen, knowing that without him, it would be impossible to save himself from danger all the way.

When he felt the danger was abnormal, the first reaction of the bearded man was to see Tang Zhen's attitude.

The bearded man secretly paid attention, knowing that Tang Zhen must have meant something, and he would never remind himself for no reason.

There are many things that can only be pointed out. If you can't understand it yourself, you can't blame others at all.

While the bearded man was observing the surrounding area, his companions had completed the transactions one after another.

Putting away the things you want and showing a satisfied expression on your face, it feels like this trip is really worthwhile.

At this moment, a burst of food smells wafted over, attracting the attention of the bearded man and the others.

They followed the smell and saw a large tripod about three meters high on a platform in front of them.

The top of the tripod is covered with monster patterns, with a pale and simple atmosphere, and there are all kinds of weird characters.

When passing through the tomb passage, they have seen this kind of writing, but unfortunately no one can recognize it at all.

This made the self-proclaimed knowledgeable monks blush secretly, for fear that others would ask them again.

Looking at the bottom of the cauldron, there is a circular pothole from which raging flames spew out continuously.

The scorching flames licked the bottom of the cauldron, and hot air was rising from the top, and the fragrance was emitted from here.

This taste is so fresh and fragrant, it can be called a delicacy in the world, and it will make your mouth water when you smell it.

"What is this, why does it taste so delicious?"

The bearded companion said, the saliva could not be restrained, and his eyes were staring straight ahead.

"My stomach is screaming, I can't stand the hunger."

The monk next to him touched his stomach and made a "cuckoo" sound.

"Then why are you hesitating, go over there quickly, one person will have a taste first."

All the monks reached an agreement, no longer hesitated, and rushed towards the cauldron.

At this moment, around the cauldron, there are many diners of different ages. They are sitting on the surrounding high platform, holding large bowls with strange shapes.

Beard and the others took a look, only to find that the material of the bowl was actually made of human skulls.

The surface of the skull is embossed and decorated with gold and silver, which looks noble and mysterious.

The material of the big bowl is a bit permeable, but to a monk, it is nothing at all.

Not to mention the corpses everywhere today, just to say that monks often deal with similar things when they are practicing.

How can a dignified monk be afraid of dry bones?

Looking at these human skull bowls, the whole body is full of antiquity, and it is obviously an old utensil.

Earlier in the hall, the wreckage of those priests held similar bone bowls in their hands.

Obviously, when eating, the survivors lacked the corresponding utensils, so they took them and borrowed them.

"Boss, quickly serve a bowl of hot soup for each of our brothers, and serve it faster."

The bearded companion walked over and said to a stooped old man with a long spoon in his hand.

The old man heard the words, but he didn't even look at the customer, he just pointed to the bronze vat next to him.

"If you want soup, pay first."

The monk curled his lips and threw out an energy spar, which was only the size of a fingernail.

"Just this one spar, is it enough for us to drink enough?"

The old man nodded, waved his long spoon, and fished out a large spoonful of hot soup from the boiling cauldron.

In the center of the bone handle of the big spoon was tied a dark iron chain, directly connected to the top of the cave.

When the old man is serving soup, he does not need to pick it up, let alone worry about the spoon falling to the ground.

There were thin men holding a large pile of bone bowls lined up on top of the stone.

The old man manipulated the long ladle, pouring the soup like thick ointment into those bone bowls steadily.

"Guest officer, please drink soup!"

(End of this chapter)