Carry-on Anti-virus System

Time passed very quickly, and unknowingly, the two of them arrived at Taobao Street, which was located in the center of the Lihuo City.

What was different from Mo Beichen's imagination was that the Taobao street was actually constructed underground, and its location was extremely secretive. Without someone familiar leading the way, it would be impossible for ordinary people to find the entrance.

Even if a martial artist wanted to find it, it would still take a lot of effort.

"According to the elders, this place used to be very lively, just like a market. There was an endless stream of people coming to buy and sell here, but unfortunately, it's no longer lively here."

Liu Xiaobie's expression was dejected. Ever since they had arrived at Treasure Shop, he had been feeling depressed, and he had become less talkative.

Curious, Mo Beichen sized up the place. He looked at the people who were setting up stalls on both sides of the road and felt that it was very new.

He walked over to the nearest stall and carefully observed it.

Seeing that there was a customer and it was a young man, the vendor's heart filled with joy and warmly greeted him.

He pointed to the rusty metal weapon in Mo Beichen's hand and said, "Little brother has good eyes, this sword is a cave from ancient times, it is at least a Medial Grade Spirit Treasure. Today is my first time opening a store, and seeing that you're lucky enough to get one, I made a huge loss and sold it off. As long as it has ten Middle Grade Spirit Stone, it will belong to you!

Mo Beichen looked at him indifferently, but did not reply.

What a joke, if it really was a Middle Ranking Spirit Weapon, it would at least cost a hundred pieces of Middle Grade Spirit Stone, which would cost at least one hundred thousand Low Grade Spirit Stone.

Don't look at how heartbroken the stall owner was, he only needed ten Middle Grade Spirit Stone s to sell it for now, but Mo Beichen was not an idiot, how could he be fooled? Without another word, he put down that worthless piece of broken iron and left.

"Oh don't go, come back, little bro. We'll talk about the price again!" "Five, I'll sell it for five …"

Seeing the vendor's regretful look, Mo Beichen sneered in his heart: "You want to sell off ten Middle Grade Spirit Stone s for one piece of broken iron? Then you can keep it and sell it slowly! "

He had used the system to check every single item that the vendor had. In the end, he didn't find any good items, and they were all scrap metal.

Through repeated research, Mo Beichen finally understood the limitations of the system's usage.

If it was for him, he could only use it once every three days. If it was used on others, the time limit would become seven days.

As for inanimate objects, they could only be used once a day. Similarly, each function could only be used once a day and could not be used repeatedly.

As long as he held each object in his hand and gently touched it, the system would immediately display its information.

It was because he held this incomparable trump card in his hand that Mo Beichen came to this place to search for treasures. With this cheating weapon, it would be too easy for him!

Mo Beichen suddenly felt that even if he were to go and specifically "pick up trash" now, he would still be able to live a comfortable life. It was just that he had not fallen to such a state yet. Otherwise, he would not have refused to become the "Broken King".

There were quite a lot of vendors on the streets, Liu Xiaobie told Mo Beichen. Some of them were professional vendors who had been around for a long time, and some of them were people who would occasionally set up stalls for various reasons.

There was no need to mention the former, the latter was mostly because of their family background. They hoped that they could try their luck with something that they regarded as a treasure, maybe they could sell it for a satisfactory price that could let them out of their predicament.

There was also a group of people who had obtained the item by chance. They could not afford to see it, so they could only come to this place to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Mo Beichen's goal was not to get into trouble, after all there were huge hidden dangers, and if he were to be discovered by any force or clan related to him, it would inevitably cause a lot of trouble, and the losses would not make up for the losses.

What he hoped the most was to find a loophole so that he could secretly make a fortune without anyone noticing.

Liu Xiaobao quietly stayed by Mo Beichen's side, occasionally bringing up some areas that needed to pay attention to. Furthermore, she even secretly told him a few professional scammers to not fall for them.

Having long since noticed Liu Xiaobao's abnormality, Mo Beichen understood that he must have met with some sort of misfortune here. However, Liu Xiaobao didn't say anything. Naturally, he didn't go out of his way to pick at someone's scar.

Looking at the stalls one by one, Mo Beichen quickly went to more than half of them.

It was rare to find a real item, but there were quite a few pieces of scrap metal that could be used as good items. It wasn't easy to find two low rank Totems, but Mo Beichen was not interested in them. Furthermore, the price offered by the stall owner was not cheap, and was even more expensive than the ones sold in the outside world.

Just as Mo Beichen was disappointed, a stall suddenly attracted his attention.

It was different from other people. Not only did they clean their stalls, they even placed items that were cleanly cleaned. They were afraid that if they didn't look good, they would affect the market.

But on this stall, on the greasy, frayed, grimy rag, was a stone still wrapped in mud, a half-broken sword, a bone as thick as a child's arm, a single horn with cracks in it, and a seashell.

Compared to the others, he was selling real trash here. It was no wonder that no one was interested in his stalls. Many people would just glance at him before sneering and leaving when they passed by.

"Is this fellow insane?" They're even selling these pieces of trash that no one wants? "

"He's so pitiful. Let's save some money for him!"

"Is he here to sell trash or to beg?"

When Mo Beichen heard the sighs of the passersby, some of them looked to be filled with sympathy, and one after another, they walked up and threw a piece of Low Grade Spirit Stone to the vendor. He did not say anything either. Seeing that someone had given him his Spirit Stone, he picked it up and put it in his own pocket, without even saying a word of thanks.

With the thought of Taobao, Mo Beichen never planned to let go of any of the stalls in the first place. He left the empty stall and came to this stall that did not fit in with his surroundings.

Seeing that there really were customers, the surrounding people immediately became interested. With a whoosh, all of them surrounded the store and started to discuss with each other.

"Ai, he is probably not a madman, but a fool. Look at what it's all about! What was the use of this broken sword? Even if we use it to kill ourselves, it would be too short. Moreover, it's covered in rust, so I'm afraid we won't even be able to kill a chicken. "

"And this, where did you get this bull's horn? "In ancient times, people loved to brag on the battlefield, but now that it's broken down like this, can it still make a sound?"

There's not a single hair left on it. Even if I feed it to the dogs, I'm afraid no one would be willing to gnaw on it. It has been stored for an unknown number of years.

"That shell has probably been dead for an unknown amount of time. Could it be that there's another pearl in it?" Even if there is a pearl, it would be worthless, and would not be of any use at all! "

"Tell me, where do you think that rock came from?"

Hearing that someone was interested in the ordinary rock, a voice suddenly came from the crowd. "Oh, I just happened to see him use it to smash walnuts."

"If it wasn't for that rock, that piece of cloth would have been blown away."

Another voice rang out, causing the crowd to burst into laughter. They finally understood that this stall owner was just a beggar.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed before leaving.