Douluo: The soul skills are too abstract, Tang San burst into tears!.

Just when Dugu Bo was about to leave for the market.

An old man in plain clothes walked towards him.

He bowed to Dugu Bo and said:

"I have long heard of your name, Poison Douluo. It is such an honor to meet you here today!"

Dugu Bo stopped and looked at the old man in front of him with a slightly puzzled look.

He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

The old man didn't seem to care about Dugu Bo's cold reaction. He continued to say to Dugu Bo:
"I heard that Mr. Poison Douluo is going to the market to look for some materials for making poison, right?"

Dugu Bo frowned slightly, secretly guessing the old man's intentions in his heart, and responded lightly:
"So what?"

A mysterious smile appeared on the old man's face, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he continued:

"Mr. Du Douluo, to be honest, there is a place called Ghost Market in this town. People only come out to sell goods at night. There are all kinds of people in there, and there are all kinds of strange things. Maybe there are the drug-making materials you have been thinking about. Moreover, that place is very special. It is not subject to any jurisdiction and is a place for free trade. But because of this, it is full of various unknowns and opportunities."

Dugu Bo raised his eyebrows slightly, a trace of curiosity surged in his heart. He looked at the old man and asked:

"Really? There is such a market? Why did you tell me about this?"

The old man smiled, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed slightly, as if the years had become gentler at this moment. He said:
"I have heard of your reputation, Poison Douluo, and I have always admired your attainments in poison techniques. I have seen some rare poison materials in the ghost market, and I thought you might be interested. Besides, I would like to take this opportunity to make friends with a master like you."

Dugu Bo was silent for a moment, weighing the truthfulness of the old man's words in his mind.

He has been in the underworld for many years and knows that people are treacherous, but he is still attracted by the mysterious ghost market and the possible drug-making materials.

Dugu Bo thought for a moment, then he asked:
"Where is the ghost market?"

The old man said quickly:
"It's in the northeast corner of the town, but it won't really get busy until night falls and midnight. Mr. Du Douluo, if you go there, you need to be careful, after all, there are complicated people there."

Dugu Bo snorted softly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile, and said:
"I, Dugu Bo, am not afraid of those things. Thank you for your reminder, old man."

After saying that, he turned and left, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, leaving behind a graceful figure.

As the sun sets, the sky turns orange-red.

The hustle and bustle of the town gradually died down, replaced by a faint sense of expectation and restlessness. The night was like a huge black curtain, slowly covering the town.

Dugu Bo walked on the street, he shook his head, thinking:

"I've been out here all afternoon and gained nothing except some fanatical fans... I wonder if the ghost market that the old man talked about is really that magical. If it turns out to be like this, it might be worth going to see it tonight."

He came to a restaurant and prepared to bring some dinner back for Zhuge Lan and Su Biluo.

Dugu Bo walked into the restaurant and found an empty seat to sit down.

The waiter came up to me warmly and asked:
"Sir, what would you like to eat?"

Dugu Bo casually ordered a few signature dishes, then leaned back in his chair and waited quietly.

The restaurant was bustling with people coming and going.

Dugu Bo's eyes scanned the store and accidentally fell on the two masked people at the next table.

They were talking in low voices, but Dugu Bo, with his good hearing, could still hear some words about "ghost market". He was moved, could it be that the ghost market really had some rare treasures?
Dugu Bo couldn't help but prick up his ears and listen carefully.

I only heard one of the people with a slightly low voice say:
"The ghost market tonight is going to be huge. I heard there will be some big stuff."

Another person with a slightly more childish voice responded:

"Oh? Where did you get this information? Don't just rely on hearsay."

"Tsk, I do have some connections in the Ghost Market. My friend told me about it. Tonight is the Ghost Market's main hall's annual auction. It is said that the big item this time is an extremely rare herb with magical effects. It seems to be of great help in refining some special poisons or antidotes."

The man with the deep voice said.

When Dugu Bo heard this, he thought to himself:

"Rare herbs? Could they be some rare ingredients in this poison-making recipe?"

He continued to listen calmly.

"Humph, the things in the ghost market are always hard to tell whether they are real or fake. Even if there are big items, you have to be careful not to get ripped off."

The other man said, his voice tinged with caution.

"Of course I know that, but you can rest assured this time. This is an auction held in the main hall of the Ghost Market, so it will definitely not be fake. I heard that every time an auction is held in the Ghost Market, there will be no less than five Titled Douluo hiding in every corner of the auction venue!"

The man with the deep voice exuded excitement.

The man with a childish voice said again:

"Holy crap? Five Titled Douluo? No less than five? This is too big a scene! But the Ghost Market is full of mixed people, we have to be careful when we go there, otherwise we will be killed by another Titled Douluo in a snap of a finger."

"What are you afraid of? We just need to be careful. I heard that the five Titled Douluo only guarantee that the buyers can get the items from the auction smoothly, but they are not responsible for anything once they leave the main hall!"

The man with a deep voice said.

"Oh? That means, even if the buyers spend a lot of money to buy the treasure, they may not be able to take it out of the ghost market?"

The man with a childish voice asked.

"Yes! So in the ghost market, just because you have money doesn't necessarily mean you have the most say. You also need to spend money to form a strong guard team to ensure your safety. Those Titled Douluo only ensure that the treasures are delivered to you intact. At least in the main hall, the treasures you take pictures of belong to you."

"Oh my god, if some people can't bid more than others in the auction, will he go outside the main hall to block them?"

The man with a childish voice asked.

"That's right. So, some people will hire people with high spirit power to buy treasures for free outside the main hall... After all, once you leave the auction house, the Titled Douluo inside will not care about your life or death. This is also a major feature of the Ghost Market Auction."

The man with a deep voice answered.

Dugu Bo's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing an interested smile.

He thought to himself:

"This ghost market is quite interesting. The more dangerous and unknown it is, the more it piques my interest."

At this time, the waiter brought the food that Dugu Bo ordered. (End of this chapter)