Another day passed. Night fell.
Ninth Uncle was dressed in a simple Taoist robe and carrying a luggage on his back. He stood at the entrance of the mortuary.
After a while, Su Ze walked out as well.
The two of them didn't say much and nodded at each other.
Then, Su Ze and Ninth Uncle set off in the dark.
It was late at night, and the entire Ren family town was no longer as noisy as it was during the day.
Only the deserted streets were left, and the shops were all closed.
Su Ze followed Ninth Uncle out of Ren Town and walked towards the desolate mountains in the distance.
Both of them were cultivators, so their legs were naturally not weak.
But even so, they walked for about an hour.
Soon, Ninth Uncle and Su Ze arrived at a deserted village and stopped at the entrance.
"Martial Uncle, is this the place for the transaction?”
Su Ze asked curiously.
He had been traveling with Taoist Master Thousand Crane for many years and had little contact with other cultivators.
This was also the first time he had participated in such an internal trade fair.
"That's right. These kinds of trade fair aren't held in a fixed location, but they're usually held in a secluded place to avoid unnecessary trouble.”
It was obvious that this was not Ninth Uncle's first time attending such a trade fair.
Therefore, he was familiar with it.
"In this kind of trade fair, there are also people who bring out some extremely strange things to trade. As long as the two parties are willing, even a bag of glutinous rice can be exchanged for a magic tool.”
Ninth Uncle spoke with assurance.
Su Ze nodded repeatedly.
This was similar to the antique market in his previous life. It was completely dependent on the willingness of both parties to trade.
"Back then, I relied on my keen eyes to exchange for a few decent magic tools.”
When Ninth Uncle talked about this, he seemed very proud.
Not long after, Su Ze noticed that there were people in different clothes pouring into the small village.
"Let's go in too. There should be quite a number of fellow cultivators who have already started trading.”
Ninth Uncle led the way into the village.
Su Ze followed behind.
This village had not been inhabited for a long time. Many places were left with broken eaves and walls.
Ghastly ghost fires were burning everywhere in the village for illumination.
Many Warlocks were sitting on the streets, with various bottles and jars placed in front of them, as well as secret manuals and magic tools.
At this moment, there were about a dozen people setting up stalls.
There were about a dozen people strolling on the street, looking at the stalls to see if there were any cultivation items they needed.
Su Ze noticed that this group of people were dressed in all kinds of clothes, and their auras were all different.
It was obvious that the mantras he cultivated were rather messy.
When this group of people saw Ninth Uncle's Daoist robe, they unconsciously avoided their gazes.
It seemed that they knew very well what the Daoist robe on Ninth Uncle's body represented.
"Someone from Mao Mountain? You actually came to participate in such a gathering?"
At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded.
The person who spoke was a masked man in black. Beside him was a two-meter-tall man wearing a cloak.
However, Su Ze could smell the rotting smell from the burly man.
It was obvious that the man beside the man in black was a zombie.
And judging from the Yin Qi, it was at least as strong as the green zombie.
It was enough to show that this black-robed man was not a weak cultivator.
At least in this trade fair, he was considered a rare expert.
This was because Su Ze noticed that the rest of the cultivators were mostly second-rate warlocks.
The aura on his body was very scattered.
This was also the reason why Su Ze's six senses were extremely sharp after activating all six great divine treasures.
He could clearly sense the aura on the other party's body and roughly judge the other party's strength from it.
For example, he would not make a mistake when sensing characters whose strength was lower than his.
The reason why the man in black said this was because this kind of trade fair was usually prepared for itinerant cultivators.
For a sect like Mao Mountain, which had a complete orthodoxy, the disciples rarely participated in such a trade fair.
Ninth Uncle ignored the man's words.
He also untied the luggage on his back.
Su Ze and Ninth Uncle had carried this luggage with them when they set off.
At first, Su Ze thought that it was just some funds that he had prepared.
However, when Ninth Uncle opened the luggage, Su Ze realized that it contained the corpse of the yellow-skinned rat that Su Ze had killed previously!
Only then did Su Ze understand why Ninth Uncle had taken the weasel's corpse.
It turned out that he had already planned it out.
Then, Ninth Uncle carried the yellow-skinned rat's corpse and said in a clear voice,"
"A weasel's corpse that has turned into a spirit. Its strength when it was alive was around the Demon General Realm.”
Everyone was attracted by Ninth Uncle's words.
When they saw the corpse of the yellow-skinned rat, everyone was shocked.
"What is it? A demon general?"
"F * ck, what kind of person did this? He could even deal with a monster of this level?”
"He's a real big shot. He's simply terrifying!”
Everyone was whispering.
The realms of demons were similar to that of cultivators. Demon soldiers corresponded to human masters, demon generals to earth masters, and demon commanders to heavenly masters.
However, each realm of demons was called the Nine Transformations.
After completing the Nine Transformations and passing the Heavenly Tribulation, one could enter the next realm.
"What? Demon general corpse!"
The eyes of the man in black flashed.
His breathing was a little hurried, and he quickly moved closer to Ninth Uncle to take a look.
After carefully sizing him up, the man in black said excitedly,
"It really is the corpse of a Demon General. Moreover, it was at least at the Fifth Transformation of a Demon General when it was alive.”
The man in black judged.
Then, he sized up Ninth Uncle and Su Ze.
He suppressed the excitement in his heart.
"I wonder if this demon general's inner core is still here.”
Ninth Uncle looked at him with disdain and said lightly,"
"Do you think a hundred-year-old treasure can be exchanged for the corpse of a demon general with an inner core?”
The man in black nodded.
He also knew that this was impossible. He asked this question to see if the other party understood the market.
Then, the man in black took out a strangely shaped ginseng and said,"
"This Ginseng King has been absorbing earth energy for two hundred years. I believe it's enough to exchange for your Demon General corpse!”
The moment the black-robed man took out the ginseng, Su Ze felt an intense hunger in his body again.
This was enough to prove that this ginseng was definitely not a scammer like Mao Shanming.
Moreover, it was a genuine treasure!
Ninth Uncle nodded and agreed to the deal.
The man in black first handed the King of Ginseng to Su Ze.
Then, Ninth Uncle threw the yellow-skinned rat's body to the black-clothed man.
"May I ask who killed this yellow-skinned rat? If I still have an inner core, I'm willing to exchange it!”
The man in black obviously wanted to ask about the inner core.
Su Ze took the hundred-year-old ginseng and suppressed his hunger.
Hearing the man in black's words, he said indifferently,
"I've already eaten the inner core!"
When the man in black heard this, he was stunned on the spot.
Eaten!
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