I am not a demon because I have the equivalent scale

"It looks like this is really an underground night market!"

While Wang Zijia was thinking, the old man had led him to the entrance of an underground hall.

The old man stopped at the entrance and indicated that they had arrived. Seeing this, Wang Zijia took out ten taels of gold. The old man finally smiled a little, bowed to Wang Zijia, and hurried away. He stepped into the hall.

It is a bit inappropriate to call it a hall. This is a very long tunnel, just like the subway in the previous life, but it is several times wider than the subway tunnel.

So as soon as I entered, I saw the huge space and felt like I had entered an underground hall.

A group of strange crystals were inlaid on the top to provide lighting. However, the light was very dim, making everything around a little blurry and unclear. Of course, Wang Zijia, who was already innate, was not affected too much, and so were the monks.

It is estimated that only ordinary people who came here by chance after getting the news have some difficulties. Is it a kind of implicit screening mechanism?

Many people set up stalls, which was quite lively. In fact, this place is already a semi-official place. The sect managers all know about it, but there are usually no law enforcement team members to check it.

Compared with the public flea market visited by casual cultivators in the west of the city, it is smaller in scale, but more convenient. Because here, the things don't care where you come from, and there are some unconventional things for sale.

Of course, it is still not easy to buy contraband. Especially things with the "bloodstains" of Wanyu Sect disciples, they cannot be handled here, otherwise they will be traced.

However, you can find some more secretive and darker circles here, such as exchanges that don't ask where they come from.

'Top first-grade magic weapon, personally refined by the chief priest! '

'Ancestral broken second-grade low-level magic weapon, price negotiable! '

'Third-grade talisman treasure is on sale! '

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Wang Zijia looked at the signs on the stalls one by one, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching!

A broken sword without any spirituality, dare to say what second-grade magic weapon? ? ?

The most exaggerated thing is that the talisman paper has been made, and the broken yellow paper is too hard to wipe your butt, are you serious?

This kind of semi-black market flea market can have huge treasures of [real person] level?

Not only talismans, but also magic weapons!

After walking around for a while, Wang Zijia got a general idea of ​​the situation in this place. In general, most of them are things that some boys need, and you have to keep your eyes open.

"What is the price of talisman paper?" After a while, Wang Zijia chose a stall selling talismans and asked.

The stall owner, like Wang Zijia, also wore a black hat. He glanced at Wang Zijia and said, "Four pieces for one magic coin."

'This price is not bad! '

Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows and immediately asked, "Do you want to recycle it?"

"Seven pieces for one magic coin." The stall owner said in the same tone.

'This is too shady! '

Wang Zijia turned around and left without saying a word.

After walking around the stalls for a while, he asked several stalls and found that most of them were buying six or seven pieces of talisman paper at the price of one faqian, which was obviously much more expensive than the five pieces in the sect shop.

However, the profit from the stall was good, four pieces for one faqian.

However, there were not many independent talisman masters, so there were not many people buying talisman paper, and more people were buying talismans. Those who needed to buy talisman paper also bought it at one faqian, and some even wanted to buy one or two pieces and pay with gold.

If Wang Zijia handled the talisman paper in this way, the efficiency would be too low, which would seriously affect his progress in cultivation.

Finally, he visited half of the stalls and found a stall owner who looked pretty good.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man who looked a little wealthy, but he was not very clear through the bamboo hat.

He was the most professional of the many talisman stalls, and he might be a low-level talisman maker. Because his stall did not sell talisman paper.

"Do you accept long-term talisman paper recycling?" Wang Zijia went straight to the point.

The man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "Buy!"

"What's the price?" Wang Zijia asked without any fluctuation in his tone.

The man looked at Wang Zijia, and then said, "35 cards for 6 magic coins."

Compared to him, he is the most sincere one, but he can talk about it again, after all, it may be a long-term deal!

Then Wang Zijia began to bargain with the other party. After a while, after a round of bargaining, Wang Zijia sold the 32 cards in his pocket for 6 magic coins. It is slightly lower than the sect's recycling, but he can't sell it to the store now.

At least before obtaining the spiritual root, he can't be so high-profile.

The reason why he can negotiate at such a price is that the other party saw that he admitted that the talisman card was made by himself, and verbally agreed to ship it to him at this price in the future.

It can be basically confirmed that he is either a talisman master or is comprehending the relevant techniques of talisman making.

After selling the talisman card, Wang Zijia touched the seven magic coins in his pocket and breathed a sigh of relief.

This marked the end of his days of living on salary, and it was like opening a way to open up new sources of income!

The urgent situation of fiscal deficit was finally alleviated.

He did not leave immediately, but wandered around for a long time, familiarizing himself with the place, comparing the price difference and difference between various low-level spiritual materials and those in the store, and understanding various useful or useless knowledge.

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After wandering around for a long time, Wang Zijia felt that it was almost time to leave here. When he came to the street, it was already late at night.

He went home to change his clothes, went out again, and started tonight's hunting operation.

This was the third night of the turmoil, and the fighting around was obviously less. But it does not mean that the pollution has been completely cleared. On the contrary, this is just the beginning.

How could it be so easy to end the means left by a demon at the peak of the [Jijiu] realm, which is almost the [Zhenren] realm, when he counterattacked before his death?

The reason why the noise became smaller is that almost all the people who went crazy at that time have been found out now.

However, not many of those who were in a state of madness and mental illness, or even those who went astray due to pollution but had wisdom and became evil cultivators, have been found out.

It is considered to have entered the incubation period.

If the city wants to restore stability, these existences must be cleared. Otherwise, they will become more and more serious like a cancer, and even one day, one or more demons like that day will emerge again.

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Wang Zijia transformed into a shadow again, walking quickly through the streets and alleys, and the breath in his body was like a radar to detect the lurking polluted evil seeds.

If he sensed no danger, he would quietly go up and do something. Whenever he sensed danger, he would make a noise and flee far away.

And if he encountered a battle, he would secretly take a look to see if he could pick up any leaks.

Because the Qi was polluted and cleansed many times, it became more and more strange. Wang Zijia tried to extract the evil seed and seal it first, not absorbing it immediately. It would be safer to do it at home, and it would be more likely to steal the bodies of the law enforcement team, but it failed.

Another strange thing was discovered at night. After the law enforcement team killed someone, they no longer left the polluter there for the city guards to deal with as they did the previous two nights. At least there was a disciple guarding and dealing with it, as if they were afraid that someone would come to steal the body.

This discovery made Wang Zijia speechless!

So much so that he didn't succeed in picking up the body once in the whole night. He only cut two crazy batches in the whole night and obtained 83 points of value, all of which were exchanged for cultivation, allowing him to have the innate Qi that was connected to two hundred years.

However, except that the Qi became much more mellow, there was no substantial change.

Cultivation: Innate (184/?)

Kung Fu: Shadow

Martial Arts: Nineteen Cuts of the Dragon Short Knife

Spell: Talisman Paper Making (Minor Success 516/1000)

Also searching until the early morning, Wang Zijia returned to the bedroom and fell asleep quietly.

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