Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

It really was him!Sure enough, it's Wendigo!

It seems that the news a few days ago is true.

There really is a Wendigo wandering around Siesta.

Grida regretted that she didn't take that piece of news to heart.

As early as when his subordinates saw him turning back at the door, he should have slipped away to avoid the limelight.

And I also tried to give him a dismount to make more money.

The black market has rules: don’t rob first customers, and don’t wait for repeat customers.

The first-time guests are not robbed in order to increase the relationship network, and the returning customers are not entertained because the returning guests are usually looking for trouble.

(Don’t look for evidence, I’m just talking nonsense!)

But he only obeyed the first rule, but didn't obey the second rule. In the end, he could only hug the remaining Origin Stone and want to cry without tears.

Hey, after suffering this catastrophe, we must quickly find a few early birds to stand up, after all, there are still many people outside who are watching jokes.

As for the Wendigo, he didn't dare to mess with it. No one in this market could stop a Wendigo from going crazy.

The forest demon took the two most pure origin stones and left in satisfaction.

"Hiss! It can really be inlaid!"

[The weapon panel is as follows:

Soul Weapon: Extinguish the Guide Lamp ■■■■■■ (broken)

Sharpness: low

Dragon seal force: big

Inlay slot: Source Stone 98%

Remarks: The weapon is currently in a damaged state, and it can be repaired at an extremely slow speed over time. It can also be repaired with relevant materials. After the repair is completed, it can be strengthened with relevant materials. 】

After trying to connect the source stone in the guide lamp, I felt that the efficiency of energy circulation has greatly increased. I don't know what kind of gains in spell casting, after all, it is not convenient for the black market to have too many people.

The overly large antlers and extraordinary height allow the forest demon to have distinguishable features even if it is covered tightly, and it is no different from not covering up.

Oh, and it might scare some people away if it's not covered up.

The forest demon noticed a lot of gazes, some from people, and some from beast relatives.

He began to collect materials for making the Source Stone Altar in the black market, and gave a list of the required materials to the Sarkazis, asking them to help find them.

But it was only for them to find and inform him, after all, he saw a lot of fakes here.

Seeing the tall "Elaphia" pick up his goods but put them down again, the stall owner dared not speak out.

Where is the owner of the black market?Why don't you care about it?

"Master, that Wendigo is collecting materials on the black market."

Kiesta's underground black market has been in the hands of Herman from the very beginning. After all, the inflow and outflow of contraband is difficult to prohibit and control, and excessive control may cause a violent rebound.

Rather than letting it get worse out of sight, it's better to put it under your nose.

Definitely not because of the profits and huge intelligence network brought by the monopoly of goods that can control the black market market.

Occasionally, a few special rewards will be hung for fishing and law enforcement.

"He couldn't have robbed him without paying, right?"

Herman's hand holding the black tea cup trembled slightly, and then he remembered that his daughter made it and stabilized his hand.

"That's not true, it's just..."

Cronin confided the complaints of the stall owners to the true master of the black market.

"It's not that you don't care if you don't pay, it's a black market anyway."

Herman thought it was a big deal, and slowly drank the black tea.

Except for a little too much tea, everything else was good.

———Boundary———

"Tsk, your car is on the wrong road!"

Lin Yao looked at the Originium off-road vehicle in front of him, which had the national emblem of Victoria on it. Several explosion-proof windows were broken, and there were still a lot of blood stains and traces of being hit on the vehicle.

Even the roof was in tatters.

"Guest, you are just joking, don't look at this car shivering, it can drive no matter the road is right or wrong!"

The Fenghoof man with a broken horn in front of him replied.

"Tell me."

"The engine is complete, the four tires are puncture-proof and explosion-proof, all indoor facilities are intact, and the bad ones have been repaired."

"As for the glass, if you want it, I will install it for you. If you don't need the roof, I will knock it off for you. As for the logo, put some paint on it. No one knows what this car was originally! "

Lin Yao knocked on the car body, it was real; felt it, it was a steel plate with magic resistance.

I took another look around the scrapyard on the edge of the black market and found that this car was the best here.

"Make a price."

"14 plus maintenance fee of [-]."

"Your car is not clean after all."

"..."

"The price you charge for this kind of car is very low, right? How about [-]?"

"You cut it too low."

After a period of intense price negotiations, it was once so intense that it was black and black.

It was finally sold at a price of forty-five thousand.

"Isn't it enough to negotiate the price like this? Why do you have to look like you want to kill someone?"

"By the way, please widen the driver's seat to make sure I can fit in it!"

The man of the Phonghoof tribe, whose horns on both sides of his head became the same length, nodded without love.

After the vehicle modification was completed, Lin Yao handed him the money and the broken horn with satisfaction.

"It should be able to be nailed back, you're welcome."

"Oh, I'll pick up the car tomorrow. Don't think about driving away to avoid the limelight."

Following the forest demon's words, the shadow servant slowly emerged from the shadow of the Fengho man, patted his shoulder like a good brother, and then sank into his shadow again.

This frightened the Fenghoof man to give up the idea of ​​running overnight.

Meet the six Sakaz at the agreed location and let them take you to find the materials.

The black market is a black market after all, and there are a lot of fakes.

After searching most of the black market, the collected materials can barely make two origin stone altars, which makes Lin Yao a little disappointed.

After giving some funds to the Grumpy Rock Band and suppressing their ore disease, Lin Yao returned to the hotel alone with the large and small bags of materials.

On the way, he also specially bought a terminal tablet to cache a few movies and watch them when he was bored on the way.

Finally, Lin Yao, who finished eating habitually in the cafeteria, returned to the room.

Carnelian had already been sitting on the sofa with his notebook waiting for him.

"Can I pass on this knowledge of yours? That is, teach it to the children in the tribe when I return to my hometown in the future."

"Okay, anyway, there are no secrets involved."

The forest demon still attaches great importance to his own inheritance. What he taught Carnelian were some theories and small skills dug out of the inheritance, and he never taught her the straightforward techniques in the inheritance.

What's more, many witchcrafts can only be performed by Sarkaz.

"If you want to improve your spells and origin stone skills in wind and sand, if you have a chance, you can try to go to Longmen to find the Mouse King. He is extremely proficient in using wind and sand for protection."

When I think of the Rat King Forest Demon, I think of MC. Ge Rui who can walk like a ghost.

"Rat King? Zarak?"

"Well, an old Zalak who is in charge of the dark side of Longmen."

"Have you been to many places before?"

Lin Yao didn't answer this question, but just talked about the effects and remedial measures that would occur if someone stringed the spell node α to the spell node β in a joint spellcasting by multiple people...

Another night of obsessive study.

———Long Night———

The next morning, Lin Yao looked at Kanelian who was already sleeping on the table and shook his head.

He took out the Xista coins that were no longer needed and placed them on a section of the desk. He also took out a few red gold bars to hold down the banknotes.

After placing a youthful version of the sound-proof barrier to cover Carnelian, he packed his luggage.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, he turned around, carefully pinched off the small flower from his antlers, and inserted it into Kanelian's head.

Well, it doesn’t match at all.

Do you want to say goodbye to the Naumans?

Forget it, leaving without saying goodbye is the romance of a chic man!

Besides, didn’t we say goodbye yesterday?

With complicated emotions, Lin Yao went out of the city to the scrap factory on the edge of the black market, and immediately greeted the man of the Fengshou tribe with the broken horns bound up with iron hoops.

Lin Yao looked at his new car with satisfaction. It was enough for four rock crabs and himself.

It didn't look like it was going to be scrapped yesterday at all. The cracked roof was cut off, the glass was replaced with new ones, and the Victorian national emblem was covered in black paint.

"Oh, bring a few more boxes of fuel and maintenance tools and put them in the back, and also need the instructions!"

Pay off the fuel bill as well, and you can go on the road without any worries!

However, why is this guy's emotions so complicated?

There is resentment in joy, but also mixed with regret and ironic pity.

Joy and resentment can be easily explained, and regret can also be explained by being reluctant to part with one's achievements, but is this ironic pity?

It seems there is one more thing to do.

Lin Yao's pupils emitted a faint purple light:

"You didn't put something weird on the car, did you?"

People can control themselves not to say the answer, but it is difficult to control themselves not to go through the answer in their hearts, especially when the other party is still full of pride in their answers.

"No, no, how dare I!"

[The brake pedal was not installed tightly, and a few remote control bombs were installed under the chassis by the way. ]

"So you didn't tighten the brake pedal, and just installed a few remote-control bombs under the chassis?"

The forest demon imitated the somewhat proud psychological tone of the Fengho Clan man, and the shadow servant also emerged from his shadow, gently caressing the Fengho Clan man's neck.

"Sir, where did you hear this from? I have always been honest and honest!"

[Who leaked the secret!If I knew I would kill him!wrong? ]

The Fengho Clan man finally noticed something was wrong and looked at the Lin Yao in horror.

"Don't worry, I will let you know who leaked the secret, and I will help you fulfill your last wish."

Lin Yao pointed to the position of his chest and heart.

[Reading minds?No! …]

His mental activity was immediately interrupted.

Because the shadow servant twisted the head of this unknown Fengho man.

He was still too gentle, to actually help a person whose name he didn't even know fulfilled his last wish.

The helpers in the scrap factory ran away in fright when they saw this scene.