He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

Madeleine and Mrs. Boyle walked around the trading house talking in low tones. Mrs. Boyle suddenly gasped.

"The juice of the moon phase grass! Judging from the color, it was picked on the day of the new moon! Such a big bottle! My dear, I must buy this!"

The item she was eyeing was a bottle the size of a perfume bottle filled with a bottle of black liquid. Next to it was a small sign that said the price was £200.

I don't know if it was Duan Feizhuo's illusion, but the liquid seemed to glow with colorful lights under the light. But how is this possible? How can there be colorful black in the world?

Another good opportunity to tactfully drive away the guests. Duan Feizhuo pretended to wander to their side.

"Are the ladies interested in it?"

"Yes, sir, I would like to buy it."

"Two hundred pounds, ma'am, it says on the sign. Have you brought enough money?"

According to Duan Feizhuo's experience of shopping in the past, if the shop owner asked such a question, it would be obvious that he looked down on the poorly dressed customers. Most of the customers who are treated coldly will walk away.

Mrs. Boyle's eyes really shot a cold light.

She was about to turn around when a haughty voice came from behind.

"You don't want to buy it? That's just right, I need this bottle of moon phase grass juice so much, thank you for letting me!"

A man wearing a pure white mask walked over. He speaks with an American accent.

The old woman who was about to leave stopped in her tracks and glared at the man, "I didn't say no! I was the one who saw it first!"

"But you can't come up with enough money, can you?" The man in the pure white mask sneered.

"I... I can pay 100 pounds in advance, and the rest..." Mrs. Boyle looked down at her shawl, "I can bet this shawl here, and when I have enough money..."

"The secret trading house has always settled in cash, and there is no mortgage rule. I think you should give up." The pure white mask turned to the owner of the trading house, "Do you think so?"

Duan Feizhuo wished he could grab the ground with his head. Just a little bit! He was about to drive the old lady away, but he didn't expect to kill such a guy halfway, which ignited the old lady's will to be strong and competitive! They are now fighting more vigorously for the goods!

He simply went all out, and he didn't care whether the pure white mask was a mystic or not, and whether he would turn him into a groundhog. He said coldly, "So what if it is, so what if it's not? I am the owner of the trading house, and you are teaching me how to do things?"

He thought that the pure white mask would turn into anger from embarrassment, but unexpectedly, the guy suddenly showed embarrassment in his eyes.

"I...I never mean to tell you what to do!" Pure White Mask justified his mistakes in front of the teacher like a poor elementary school student, "The rules of the trading house are set by you, of course you can modify them at any time. Every generation of trading houses Owners have their own style of doing things, I understand that..."

Duan Feizhuo didn't know what to say in response. At this time, he remembered Joseph's second golden advice to keep a sense of mystery, and when he didn't know how to maintain a sense of mystery, he smiled.

So he forced a fake smile.

The moment Pure White Mask saw him smile, he became even more nervous. He took a step back, as if he was not facing the owner of the secret trading house, but a shark grinning at him.

His two companions came to him just at this moment. He suddenly gained confidence.

"I am willing to pay a higher price. You can think about it again." Pure White Mask said.

I won't give it to you! Duan Feizhuo thought revengefully.

"Well..." He dragged his voice, "It's true that this lady was the first to see it..."

"That's right! You can't cancel the contract with the first-come customer just because the latecomer bids higher? Does the trading house still have credibility?" Mrs. Boyle said.

"Don't you threaten the owner of the trading house there! You didn't make any contract at all!" Pure White Mask raised his voice, "The boss didn't even nod! We are almost at the same time! At this time, it should be the one with the highest price have to!"

"Please don't argue with me, I'm going to settle this matter."

"How old are you? Are you sure?"

Madeleine was about to cry. She pulled Madame La Beauille's fur shawl, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Madame, or forget it..."

"Why don't you listen to the lady next to you?" The pure white mask sneered.

Mrs. Boyle tore the shawl from the girl's hand, and glanced at the pure white mask contemptuously. "Only the highest occult technique needs moon phase grass. I don't see any need for you to use it."

This sentence completely annoyed Pure White Mask.

"Smelly old woman! Don't be ignorant!"

"Have you no mother to teach you polite language, little boy?"

The guests closest to the gate began to tiptoe out of the trading house. The guests standing at the back of the hall also retreated quietly as far as possible without attracting attention.

It turns out they were right to be worried. The pure white mask snapped his fingers suddenly. Duan Feizhuo only felt that something flashed in front of his eyes, and the old woman disappeared.

A moan of pain came from overhead. He took a closer look and found that the old woman had not disappeared. She was lying on the ceiling, as if an invisible big hand was pressing her **** it.

"Young people these days really need to learn manners," said Mrs. Boyle hoarsely.

She stood up, slumped headfirst on the ceiling, as if gravity wasn't working against her. She tore off the fur shawl and threw it down.

The shawl turned into a silver fox, leaped towards the pure white mask, and entangled his head.

"Wooooow!"

The White Mask frantically grabbed at the shawl, trying to tear it off. Two of his companions shouted nervously, "Don't grab too hard! Your head might be torn off!"

They turned their target to the helpless Madeleine. A man grabbed the girl by the wrist, held her hostage, and shouted at Mrs. Boyle on the ceiling, "Come down, old woman, or I'll break her neck!"

Madeleine let out a whimper and tried to run away. The man yanked and tore off a string of beads on her wrist.

Crash. The white pearls fell to the ground like raindrops, immediately rebounded, and flew towards the man holding the girl with the speed of a bullet. There was only a loud "bang", and the man flew backwards, hitting the glass display case heavily. The merchandise in the display case is crumbling.

What happened next, Duan Feizhuo can only describe as a nightmare. The two women and three men began throwing their ornaments at each other. The old woman's shawl covered the face of the pure white mask, streams of blood flowed down his neck, and the cufflinks thrown by another man turned into a snake and rushed towards the girl. The girl screamed in some foreign language, and the snake twisted in pain in the air, burning to ashes...

Duan Feizhuo was lying on the ground, and the flying cufflinks, pearls and shawls whistled above his head. He could only crawl forward and crawl behind the counter.

He thought it would be safe to hide here, but he didn't expect that soon a man was thrown onto the counter and turned over directly from the counter. Duan Feizhuo was too scared to move. The man stood up staggeringly, spat out a blood-stained tooth, and threw himself at the old woman again without daring to be fooled.

Now the trading industry is in chaos. Duan Feizhuo hugged his knees secretly happy. Hit it, keep it up, other customers will definitely not dare to come when they see the trading house is so dangerous! Thank you!

A pearl hit the ceiling, bounced towards Duan Feizhuo, and hit the back of his head impartially. He fell down with an "ow", almost breaking his teeth on the iron box behind the counter.

It's really sad. Duan Feizhuo said heartily. He had hoped that this fight would end as quickly as a drizzle, after all, one of the two sides in the war was an old lady and a little girl. But how could he have expected that those two ladies were so powerful in combat that they could fight three big men in a close match? If this continues, won't even the trading house be demolished by them? How to make them stop?

In a flash of inspiration, his uncle's third suggestion came to mind.

- Open that chest if anyone is asking for trouble.

Now this situation is not called trouble, what is trouble?

Duan Feizhuo fumbled for the lid of the box. There were seals on the box, and he tore them off.

What will be in the box? A weapon powerful enough to deter all customers? Or some kind of miraculous secret treasure that can make red-eyed people put down their hatred and shake hands to make peace? Maybe a magic book with a spell to turn all troublemakers into tropical fish?

Duan Feizhuo opened the lid of the box with anxiety and excitement.

His smile froze on his face.

Inside the box was a rusty long sword with a fist-sized stone stuck into the tip.

—What kind of sword in the stone is this!

Let alone the sword against the five mystics who were fighting vigorously, Duan Feizhuo doubted that he could break it with his bare hands.

Just when he fell into despair, he heard a lazy and arrogant voice.

"Boy, lift me up!"

Duan Feizhuo looked around for the source of the sound, and then the sound did not enter his ears, but appeared directly in his mind.

"Don't be dazed! Lift me up!"

Duan Feizhuo stared at the tattered Sword in the Stone in the box. Could it be... the sword speaking?