, gifts, flowers.
This person's words were extremely arrogant, as if he didn't care about this ghost market. From his voice, it was obvious that he was a very young man.
This time, those people and ghosts all knew. After all," calves are not afraid of tigers ".
In fact, there were often people who challenged the authority of the ghost market in the past, but in the end, almost every one of them disappeared. Now, everyone understood that the ghost market was not to be provoked.
After that, the people who dared to provoke the Ghost Market were either " newbies " or " young people " who had heard of the Ghost Market's power but did not care.
"Take him out and get rid of him."
A man wearing a clown mask coldly commanded.
He didn't give her any chance! Directly deal with it!
Hearing this, two muscular men with masks that were two meters tall surrounded the young man and hooked him up before walking towards the back door.
"Ah! What are you doing?"
"F * ck you all! You guys are dead! My dad is the mayor of Changsha City! If you dare to lay a finger on me, my dad will teach you a lesson!!”
This kind of idiotic speech did not last long. With an extremely sharp scream, the ghost market once again returned to silence.
Other than Murong Bing and the others, the others looked as if they were used to it.
"This... How dare they do this?"
Xiao Hu was obviously a saint. He looked very angry." Although he is very arrogant, he doesn't deserve to die!”
"Alright, stop showing off your Virgin Mary strength!”
Fatty patted Little Hu's shoulder and said earnestly.
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Here, the second floor was at the million-level, the fourth floor was at the ten-million-level, and the seventh floor was at the billion-level.
After a strict review, the four of them went to the fourth floor.
When the elevator door opened, a deathly still and gloomy scene greeted them. Everyone was silent. There was no bargaining here.
"Here, take it."
Lin Yichen took out four Underworld Coins from his pocket, each worth ten million. He then gave one each to Murong Bing, Little Hu, and Fatty.
The exchange rate between Underworld coins and RMB was 1:1. In other words, the few notes that Lin Yichen took out were worth 10 million.
“...”
Walking in the ghost market, the oppressive atmosphere was very obvious.
When he arrived in front of a small stall, Lin Yichen's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a devilish smile.
This time, he had picked up a treasure.
, gifts, flowers.
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