I'm dressed as the villain of the novel

Chapter 653
Stretched out five fingers, and still looked like a pain in the flesh, those who didn't know thought it was thanks to myself.

"Ten taels?"

Xin Zhao didn't ask this question, and the stall owner replied with an answer that was almost ready to come out.

"Fifty, I heard that it is too difficult to find a priceless treasure. In order to quickly change the money, I made the best of the best and came out here with this Sifang Tongding Jin Yulan."

"Fifty, it's true that you still covet this thing, is this person stupid or is he stupid..."

50 taels of things still want to be real, want to eat farts, say that the stall owner is a philistine, should also say that the stall owner does not understand the market price and buys randomly.

"Now I'll tell you the truth, this thing is fake, as for the real thing, I also have it, but the price of the reward handed down is not cheap, let alone fifty, even a big house in the top capital is not exchanged. "

You can hear how valuable this thing is and it's over.

It's quite open-minded, paying 50 taels, how bad is it to sell 50 taels at such an inhuman price.

"fake?"

"fake."

Xin Zhao nodded. At this moment, he felt that he had become the master of counterfeiting in the whole ghost market. Of course, he also cracked down on that shop from the beginning to the end. There is no way that the owner of that stall is really a philistine.

People have to think about hitting him.

As for the good guy who was squatting next to him just now, this man tricked several people away by saying this name one after another, and one by one, there were even those who thought they picked up good things and went to evil.

"So let's go to the next one."

Xin Zhao walked slowly past the stall owner, looked at the items of the next family, and found that the workmanship of this item was not bad, but it was carved by the same family. If you sell this thing as an ancient thing, you will die.

It’s only a few years old. If you say that the ancient ones are hard to come true, don’t you think there’s something wrong?
"This thing is from ancient times. I heard that it is a rare treasure dug out from the burial in the tomb with great difficulty. Have you seen it? It is a good thing for the emperor to be buried with."

Xin Zhao shivered and shook his shoulders.

Good guy, when I die, I am afraid that someone else will directly dig up the grave?

Tomb robbers are too hateful. As far as their ability to dig graves is concerned, they may just dig up all the graves after a while, or they will end up with nothing.

"What's the matter, are you planning to dig the grave?"

The man looked at the shivering Xin Zhao and asked casually.

"If you really plan to do this job, you can't do it like this. If you want to do it, just say it. I heard that the gang over there lacks such clever people. If you go, you can probably make money."

Pull it down.

As far as this person received imitations, I'm afraid it's not a real grave digging.

It was only at the end that the whole thing came to fool the two idiots.

No, part of it was directly fooled, and the other part just saw it through and didn't speak. For example, there is a clever little old man next to him, and there is a lamp next to him, which looks very attractive. a small shed.

And what is placed here is Go.

"Forget it, I'll look inside again."

Xin Zhao then walked slowly inside, and as a result, he walked slowly and directly to the side of the old man. It could be seen that the old man was not interested in the things placed on the stall next to him.

And he was enthusiastically playing chess with others.

As for the guests, they also pointed to the back for him to look at casually, but if they asked any questions, the little old man could answer them very quickly, and the speed could be called Bolt.

And the answer is firm and ruthless, just like a specially trained one.

If you don't talk about why the old fried dough sticks are old fried dough sticks, the ginger is still old and spicy.

Old fritters——

"This thing, old man, are you authentic?"

When I asked this question, if it was elsewhere, I would smile and then show a perfect smile to say that the game was the most official.

"Really, as far as the things you took are honest, I heard that they were passed down from where, and where did you get the Barabara before..."

But this old man is different.

"Really? As far as whoever fixes the truth for you in this ghost market, you have to do it yourself. I, an old man, have lived for so many years and don't know which one is real and which one is fake. It's really real here. False and false are intricate."

The old man smiled.

This is a ghost market, who guarantees the quality and quantity with you and guarantees the price.

Then Xin Zhao was also curious, and after looking inside, he asked the old man.

"By the way, why is this place called a ghost market?"

This is quite admirable.

"As the name suggests, it's in the middle of the night, and besides, it's convenient to sell everything in the middle of the night, and you can't even recognize who is opposite at night, and setting up a stall early in the morning really disgraces my old face. "

?

Could it be that you won't lose face if you set up a stall at night?
"Although it's true that setting up a stall at night is a little bit, at least no one will recognize it. It's not bad to set up a stall here slowly from the beginning to the end."

You're not just setting up a stall, you're also playing chess.

"It was really a ghost market when there were a group of second-generation ancestors selling things in the middle of the night. The things they sold were more or less real, and they were all sluts who stole things from their homes and sold them. After selling them Take it for fun, just to add luster to the ghost market and add a mysterious atmosphere."

Of course, they are not cheap goods, but they are all cherished things.

I wanted to see it but couldn't find it.

There used to be a seller of herbal medicine here, probably because they didn't know how to do it, so they sold it very cheaply, and the people who came to his place before seemed to be sold out.

I heard that he plans to sell some herbal medicines in the past few days, but I don't know who it is, anyway, the prices of the herbal medicines he sells are very low, and they are genuine.

Authentic items are very popular here, ghost markets are full of fakes.

Of course, there are everything for sale, as long as you have spare money to shop here in the middle of the night, you can get anything.

"Then this side is pretty good. I'm selling things while playing chess. But when you play chess, do you find that a candlelight next to you just hits your face, how much it affects your chess game."

What did you say just now that you are afraid of being recognized by others, and if you appear in this posture, no one will recognize you, right?

"The main reason is to find some chat friends in this ghost market. There are not many people in this ghost market. Even if there are people, they will go to those treasures, just to see if there is anyone who can play chess with me."

"Are you interested, young man?"

"Hey, I'm afraid you are not an ordinary person, young man."

Isn't it so tightly packaged that people can detect it?

The boy looked suspiciously at the side.

Does this uncle have supernatural powers or what? How can you tell who is inside so tightly?

Good guy, is it possible that imperial air is still contagious?
(End of this chapter)