Above the gray fog

Scale 7, Empty Prison, Lin Shan hovered in the void. There was a huge star in front of his sight. It seemed very close, but in fact it was the boundary of the human circle. Under his feet were small pieces of stone, which were constantly moving in a regular manner under the influence of unknown gravity.

The two emperor mosquitoes did not catch up. Compared with humanoid creatures, non-humanoid creatures did not have such deep feelings for their subordinates.

The next material... was Murray's blood. The human race did not obtain specific information, so they could only follow the positioning to find it first.

From Murray's positioning trajectory, it can be seen that his range of activities in this year was very large.

This kind of homeless person is the most difficult to find. The positioning was one year ago. Who knows where he will be in a year.

Thinking of this in his heart, Lin Shan suddenly accelerated and flew in a certain guessed direction.

It took almost 5 days for Lin Shan to stop.

This is a wasteland with nothing. In this environment, even ordinary beasts can hardly survive.

The mental power swept across the ground, only a few weird poisonous insects and snakes and scorpions.

According to the track location on the stone tablet, this situation is a bit wrong... Murray stayed in this area for a long time, at least a week, and came twice in a year.

Why did he stay in the wilderness for a week?

Suddenly, Lin Shan seemed to think of something, and his figure gradually became transparent. When he appeared again... he was already in the 8th scale of the Void Prison.

He looked around and found nothing, and his figure disappeared again into the 7th scale of the Void Prison.

Finally found a clue here.

This is actually a small trading point, not very large in scale.

A meteorite with a diameter of several kilometers was fixed by unknown means, and one side of the meteorite was flattened to become a small trading market.

The market is very simple, with no sci-fi buildings, only stalls like street stalls.

Lin Shan looked at the stall below, a creature covered with scales, sitting on the stall with an old god, waiting for customers.

A creature with a vertical eye on his forehead sat slowly in front of the stall and said in a low voice.

"Brother Tie, I found a good thing today. Can you help me estimate its price?"

"What good thing?"

"A new race!" The three-eyed creature said in a low voice, as if afraid of being heard by others.

"Oh?" The scaly creature, whose eyes were originally narrowed as if dozing off, suddenly opened and asked in a low voice, "Ten Thousand Races or Native?"

"Native." The three-eyed creature said excitedly.

"Oh... a sequence 8 core, or a level 8 weapon." The scaly creature lost interest instantly.

"So low? That's a native race, and the strongest races also use it as currency..." The three eyes of the three-eyed creature were full of disbelief, "Brother Tie, we have known each other for so long, you are not trying to blackmail me, are you?"

"Do I need to blackmail you?" The scaly creature glanced at him, "If you can find a native race that has developed for thousands of years, then you will definitely make a fortune. It is not a problem to exchange a few bottles of sequence 8 potions, which can directly make your race rise."

"However, the value of the new native race will be greatly discounted. The main value of the native race is to provide faith. How many people can the new native race have? If you want to develop It will probably take hundreds of years to cultivate, and no one is willing to spend this time. "

"The reason why it is still worth a sequence 8 core is that such a native race has a strong plasticity and can shape their worldview at will. Some people like this kind of tune."

The scaly creature took out a core from somewhere, "Do you want to sell it?"

"Sell it."

"Well, sign the contract." The scaly creature calmly took out a piece of paper, but in fact, he was already very happy in his heart, making a lot of money...

Lin Shan noticed that there was a mysterious pattern engraved in the middle of the contract paper. The pattern was very complicated, and it could be roughly seen that it was in the shape of a balance..

After both of them signed their signatures, the paper burned out of thin air.

The scaly creature closed the stall directly and left with the three-eyed creature.

There are not many stalls here. After observing for a few minutes, Lin Shan roughly understood the composition of this trading field.

Behind each stall owner stands a strong tribe. Only those in the tribe who have at least sequence 7 are qualified to set up stalls here.

In fact, all the stall owners and customers know each other. Perhaps, in essence, they are an organization.

This place is a bit like the headquarters of the United Government. The so-called transaction is just a means for the strong race to drive the weak race.

Because of the wars in the human circle, the number of races in the human circle has decreased sharply. Now any small race is considered a rare resource. The practice of collecting subordinate races and enslaving weak races before the war is no longer feasible.

In layman's terms, resources have become scarce, and they can no longer be mined without any system as before. Instead, they should be recycled, mined moderately, or cultivated before harvesting.

There were ten mines before, but only one now. How to make this mine contribute the resources of ten mines? This is what the alliances are exploring.

This trading market should have come into being under this background.

There are only two possibilities for Murray to come here, either accidentally breaking in or being a member of this alliance.

However, he has been in this market for a long time, and he can rule out the possibility of "accidentally breaking in". It is likely that he came here to "guard the stall" like these stall owners.

The only doubt is that Murray is Sequence 7, and these stall owners are all Sequence 8...

Combining various clues and speculations, and looking at the route of Mori's actions in the past year.

A conclusion can be drawn.

He is not here to guard the stall, but to guard... or to inspect the market.

Lin Shan only needs to wait here.

Although he does not know when Murray will come to inspect again, as long as he waits here, he will always wait for him.

Day after day, the people who are trading below would never think that Sequence 7 is hiding above their heads.

After an unknown period of time, Lin Shan suddenly opened his eyes. Here it is, Sequence 7, but he is not sure if it is the target.

Lin Shan did not attack immediately, but observed first.

It was an old man with gray hair, no tail, no horns on his head, no patterns on his face, and his body shape was the same as that of a normal human.

Lin Shan could feel that the person coming was not a human. This was a kind of identification information emitted by the source, which could be perceived by the spirit, but could not be described.

The old man walked around every stall like other people who came to trade, and didn't talk to the stall owner. In fact, the stalls were filled with junk, just for decoration.

It seemed that the stall owner didn't know the old man, and treated him like other customers, with a blank expression.

The old man didn't care. After walking around all the stalls, he flew into the air and stopped less than a hundred meters away from Lin Shan.