Pollution throughout the territory

The next items on display are all things that wizards are interested in, such as ancient manuscripts and alchemy materials. The competition is not very fierce. There are also a few items that even the host himself does not know the specific uses of. Apart from being very curious, he wants to Except for the guy who wanted to pick up the leak, no one participated in the bidding.

From the beginning to now, Xia Ren has not raised his sign once and remains firmly on top.

He noticed that there were also a small number of other people in the entire venue who were like them, showing no interest in the competing products in front of them, as if they were waiting for something.

Seeing that three items had been unsold, the host's expression remained unchanged and he still looked like he was going to die at any moment. He asked the boy to bring the next competing item.

This is an oil painting about the size of two pieces of A4 paper put together. It is covered with a clean gray cloth. The frame is a bit old and you can see the traces of time.

Xia Ren's hands clenched unconsciously and his body leaned forward.

The boy stood up the painting and placed it on the display stand. The host lifted the gray cloth.

It was an emerald green oil painting, and the scenery inside was that of a dense forest. I don’t know what kind of paint was used for those leaves and green grass. Even after a long time, they still have not faded, as if the real vegetation is growing, exuding a lush fragrance. vitality.

Deeper in the jungle, in the dark shade, a wooden hut can be vaguely seen. If you put your eyes on the hut and want to take a closer look, the person watching will feel a chill to the bone, as if something extremely terrifying is hidden inside. things.

"The unknown oil painting is said to have a certain connection with the dreamland. If you look at it for a long time, you will be troubled by horrific nightmares and unknown diseases, and your body will gradually become weak. Starting price: 1 million alliance coins."

Compared to other items, this painting is surprisingly cheap.

But no one in the venue showed enthusiasm.

They have long been accustomed to the host's deceptive introduction. Dreamland is a place that wizards want to contact no matter what. If this painting is really related to Dreamland, how can the starting price be so low? Well, the starting price for the corpse of the dreamer just now was 10 million alliance coins, while the painting was only 1 million, a full ten times difference, which shows that the venue itself is not optimistic about the value of this painting.

The host looked around everyone, raised his hammer and struck it: "Do you want it, once?"

If nothing else happens, this painting will be the fourth unsold item at this auction.

"Two million."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd raised a sign.

Xia Ren's hand holding the sign froze and he turned his head to look aside.

A few dozen meters away from them, another man in black robe was the first to hold up the sign.

Is there anyone else interested in this painting?

Xia Ren frowned and raised the sign: "3 million."

The host's tone was slightly higher and he said: "3 million, it's already 3 million. Is there anyone else who wants to increase the price?"

The first person to raise the sign turned to look at Xia Ren and did not raise the price.

"Three million once, three million twice..."

Xia Ren was about to breathe a sigh of relief when, instantly, he felt a chill down his spine, as if he had been poured a basin of ice water from head to toe. A strong malice was directed at him almost without concealment, making his hair stand on end.

"who is it?"

His eyes were wandering around the venue at this moment.

At the front of the venue, someone held up a sign: "One hundred million."

It immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The noise grew as people whispered under their cloaks, discussing the identity of the bidder and the true value of the painting.

Although it is not uncommon for products worth hundreds of millions to appear in this auction venue, and even tens of billions or even hundreds of billions are not uncommon, it is still relatively rare for a painting with a starting price of one million to have its price increased a hundred times after three increases. , because organizers rarely make such big mistakes in the valuation of items.

Under Xia Ren's gaze, the figure holding the sign slowly turned his head and pulled down the brim of his robe.

Under the light, there was a familiar face, with pale skin like a corpse. Behind the narrow-rimmed glasses, a dark gaze stared here, with a provocative smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xia Ren's eyes narrowed slightly. Although there were waves in his heart, he remained calm on the surface.

The other party's gaze shifted to Qin Yun, who was holding Lily next to him. He raised his palm, crossed his throat, made a threatening gesture, and then turned around and sat down.

Qin Yun couldn't help but tremble, and Xia Ren held her hand under the black robe to comfort the latter's emotions.

"It's Fu Sheng, he's not dead..."

Qin Yun's voice was trembling.

Xia Ren squeezed her palm and said, "It's okay, he can't threaten us now."

Although he had had a premonition before, Xia Ren was still a little surprised to see Liu Fusheng in Arkham.

It seemed that what he had guessed at the beginning was not wrong. The person who was killed by Cheng Shuangshuang on Qiu Ming Mountain was just Liu Fusheng's kind personality. His truly malicious personality had long since used the golden cicada to escape from the corpse.

However, today is different from the past. Now Xia Ren's strength has improved by more than one level compared to the past. The second tentacle has grown, and it is difficult for ordinary apostles to pose any threat to him.

He had even made plans to get rid of Liu Fusheng quickly. The other person's thinking was simply incomprehensible to ordinary people. He was simply a collection of malicious intentions. For him, killing was as simple as eating and drinking, and it was even full of fun. Things, if he continues to live, may cause danger to the people around him in the dark, so he must eradicate the root cause.

If the other party is unwilling to leave Arkham, then he must find a way to deal with the other party even in the urban area.

"This customer bids 100 million. Is there a higher price?"

The host cheered up a little and asked the people in the venue loudly.

It seemed that Liu Fusheng's price increase aroused more people's interest, and the guests sitting in the box also began to bid: "110 million."

In the venue, another guest who had never raised a sign also joined the bidding: "150 million."

"unusual."

Niu Changshou whispered to Xia Ren: "Generally, unless the competing product has shown a value recognized by everyone, the price will not be increased like this. The one who just offered 100 million directly would be considered a malicious bid by normal people, and no one would be willing to spend it. Spend a lot of money on a painting that doesn’t do anything.”

What is the identity of the person who subsequently increases the price? What on earth were they thinking? What's the purpose?

Niu Changshou felt increasingly uneasy.

Xia Ren whispered: "The person who just offered 100 million, I once knew him, he is an apostle."

"No wonder..."

Niu Changshou frowned.

Perhaps other guests recognized his identity as an apostle and became interested in the painting.

But this did not clear his doubts.

Xia Ren sat in his seat, listening to the continuous quotations in the venue, thinking about the next action.

Some of these people are not short of money at all. Since Qin Yun took over Changsheng Pharmaceutical, he has a general understanding of the wealth of the top rich people in Blue Star. In this world, there are no There are people who are worth trillions, or even have assets worth tens of billions, and there are even those whose assets cannot be accurately estimated. Billions are nothing to them.

Xia Ren still doesn't know what kind of background Liu Fusheng has at this time, and how much money he can afford, but it is not an option to continue to increase prices like this. Qin Yun has just become a rich woman, and her money cannot be wasted here.

After thinking about it, he asked Niu Changshou a question. After getting a positive answer, he whispered something in Qin Yun's ear.

Qin Yun glanced at him with some confusion, then turned sideways and took out something from Lu Yi's bag and handed it over.

At this time, the price has increased to 300 million alliance coins, and the speed has not slowed down.

"Five billion!"

Xia Ren raised the sign in his hand high, and his wide sleeves slipped down, revealing the diamond-shaped metal piece tied to his wrist.

This was what he and Jiufeng dropped from the bartender after they (correctly) killed him.

The metal piece is proof of membership of the Silver Twilight Secret Order, a deeply hidden ancient organization whose members are mainly composed of apostles and whose strength is unfathomable.

Xia Ren stood up and glanced around the venue. No one could see his face clearly under the black robe.

He spoke neither hastily nor slowly, and the rootless water gathered in his throat, changing his voice.

Repeated: “Fifty million.

Anyone want to follow? "

The threat is evident.

There was silence in the venue.

The host glanced at him and the wrinkles on his face trembled, but he seemed to be worried about something and did not stop this behavior in the end.

"500 million, once, 500 million, twice..."

The host raised the hammer and struck it hard: "500 million, three times! Congratulations to this guest for becoming the new owner of the oil painting!"

Xia Ren slowly sat down, his sleeves and robe covering his wrists.

He felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. Several eyes had been firmly locked on him since just now and never left.

"Didn't you say it's okay?"

He whispered to the cow about its longevity.

But he found that the other party's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip with water:

"There are many apostles around."