Best little divine farmer

Tang Yifan knew which place he was in when he came to the ghost city.

"There's no auction house."

Tang Yifan had some guesses in his heart, but he was still uncertain.

After all, in my previous impression, which one of the auction houses is not tall, let alone resplendent, the official auction house signboard should have it.

"Yes, where is the auction house, but also Yizhuang." Linghu answered positively.

Tang Yifan's eyes suddenly fell. Isn't it frightening that the auction house is set up in Yizhuang?

But helpless, who let this be the rule of ghost city.

Tang Yifan and Linghu soon came to the auction house. They didn't have to be crowded with these people. There was a special channel for members of the ghost market. It was specially opened for the people of Sanjiaojiuliu and sandamen.

Smoothly into the auction house, with the previous impression of Yizhuang a little different.

I didn't notice before that this place is a three storey attic, and the three floors are hollow. I can see the panoramic view of the first floor from the corridor on the second and third floors.

In the middle of the first floor, besides hundreds of red painted coffins on display, there is a wooden platform in the middle.

Presumably, this platform is used to auction goods.

"Please show me your identification."

In the auction house, a low man with a withered face, like a mummy, asked Tang Yifan and Linghu.

Linghu directly took out the brand of the vice owner of the demon Pavilion. The low and shriveled man pointed to it casually and motioned Linghu to go to the third floor.

However, just as Tang Yifan wanted to follow Linghu and enter the auction house, the shriveled and low man suddenly put out an arm to block Tang Yifan's body.

"Please show me your identification, sir."

Tang Yifan frowned. Isn't it Linghu who has already shown his identification? Linghu is the vice-president of the demon Pavilion. He follows him. Naturally, his identity represents the demon Pavilion. Is this man out of his mind.

However, before Tang Yifan spoke, the shriveled man said again, "don't you dare to come here without identification? According to the rules of the auction house, there is no amnesty for those who break in

Without waiting for Tang Yifan and Linghu to react, this shriveled, mummified, low man suddenly makes a move.

The shriveled man was wrapped in a zombie suit. If it wasn't for his ability to speak, Tang Yifan thought he was a zombie.

The shriveled man's right hand suddenly protruded from the corpse sleeve between his hands. On the finger of the slender backbone, the bracket was as long as a palm, with a horizontal claw, which went straight to Tang Yifan's neck.

"To die."

Tang Yifan is faced with a sudden killing, but before he does, the fox on one side is angry.

The next moment, before the shriveled man's arm touched Tang Yifan's neck, the shriveled man's head fell to the ground with a bang.

This time, he became a real headless zombie.

"The demon Pavilion is so powerful that even the people in the auction house are killed."

Suddenly, when Linghu stops, a voice comes from behind Tang Yifan. It sounds familiar.

Tang Yifan frowned and turned to look behind him.

It turned out to be the sorcery trace of the leader of Shura Pavilion.

"Why, if you like, I can help you once for free." The spirit fox cold angry a, to this Shura Pavilion Lord don't have the slightest good facial expression can speak.

After all, this sorcery mark has dealt with Tang Yifan before.

"I don't have this blessing. I don't know what he will do with the demon Pavilion when the old man of the zodiac knows about it." The Sorcerer's face was shocked with a smile.

As he said this, he skimmed over Tang Yifan and strode toward the attic.

When this sorcery trace passes Tang Yifan, he suddenly stops and glances at Tang Yifan. There is a trace of doubt on his face.

Tang Yifan's face and breath were covered up by the gauze of a bamboo hat. He didn't recognize himself.

"Let's go, too."

The spirit fox glanced at the sorcery path mark that passed by, and then yelled at Tang Yifan.

In a moment, they went directly from the first floor of the auction house to the third floor of the attic and came to a room with a plaque in front of the door.

Tang Yifan noticed that there were only five rooms on the third floor of the auction house, occupying five directions respectively, in the form of five elements, in which the demon Pavilion occupied one side.

Tang Yifan can guess that this must be the demon Pavilion, Shura, Luocha, the attic force opposite the demon Pavilion, and the Tang family.

Looking at the door of these rooms, if so, five plaques stand separately: Demon clan, Shura, Luocha and demon clan. But the last one is not Tangmen, which says Yizhuang.

Tang Yifan couldn't help frowning.

The two entered the exclusive room of the demon Pavilion. The room was very simple. There was only one table with a bell on it, which should be used for auction.

"You are wondering why the plaque in the last room is not Tangmen, are you?"

Linghu just saw Tang Yifan's doubts. At this time, he opened his mouth and asked Tang Yifan.

Tang Yifan nodded slightly, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"In fact, your guess is correct, but that was 20 years ago. Now, after the decline of the Tang clan, this plaque has been replaced by the plaque of Yizhuang."

Linghu explained slowly.

Tang Yifan felt thoughtful when he heard the speech. In this way, Yizhuang should be a great power.

After all, it should not be a small force to monopolize the streets in this ghost city.

"You are wrong." Linghu guessed what Tang Yifan thought in his heart and said with a slow smile.

"Oh? Isn't this the gate clan of Yizhuang? "

Tang Yifan asked again.

However, at this time, the whole auction hall came three bells.

"Dong. Dong. Dong

"Three long bells, the auction begins." Linghu walked into the corridor and looked down.

Tang Yifan also followed. At the moment, the Yizhuang auction house was already overcrowded, and the door was closed.

Within the first floor, the red painted coffin was no longer in any terrible atmosphere. Some of the people who were not familiar with the world were sitting on the coffin to kill the red, while others were standing on the top of the coffin. They all looked at the wooden platform in the center of the hall.

"Four quarters of a year, every quarter of our ghost market will usher in a grand auction. Today is the beginning of autumn. Let's cheer together. The auction officially begins. "