hunter rule

Zhao Guangli avoided the crowd and finally got off the train at the steam train station on Perfume Street. The boy in the black suit finally lost some of his childishness at this moment.

The night in Black Iron Castle seems to be different from the night in the metropolis in the previous life. Although it also has some attributes of luxury and luxury, it is far less dazzling.

Victorian costumes were all over the crowd in front of them, and in the center of the street, countless kerosene lamps swayed slightly in the darkness.

Perfume Street, Central District.

It is said to be one of the earliest commercial districts in Black Iron Castle. Surrounded by a group of well-known middle class people, it can be regarded as one of the prosperous areas of Black Iron Castle.

The Dark Market...should be a place like a black market, would it be among such a dense and bustling crowd?

Zhao Guangli looked calm and blended into the crowd.

The night in this world turns out to be similar.

Zhao Guangli looked up at the sky. A bright moon hung high in the distance, as if watching the world.

"What are you looking at."

Gu Xintong, wearing a black top hat, leaned against the side of the platform. Half of her expression was obscured by the shadow of the platform. She tilted her head and looked at Zhao Guangli.

"I've been waiting for ten minutes. Gu Xintong said softly: "It's better to be faster."

Zhao Guangli nodded: "Okay."

If the girl in front of her is as docile as her appearance, she is indeed an excellent first love object.

The girl wearing a black vest showed her exquisite curves in front of Zhao Guangli, as if she was an angel descending to the world.

Zhao Guangli's eyes moved slightly.

It would be better if there were no blades hidden in this guy's body.

Gu Xintong led the way, while Zhao Guangli paid attention to the surrounding situation.

In fact, the architectural layout of Perfume Street extends in all directions. Except for the area near Rising Sun Avenue, there are still quite a lot of remote roads in the rest of the place.

But compared with the southern neighborhoods, Zhao Guangli still found many differences.

The drainage facilities in the central block are quite complete, and there are not too many stains in the entire block, even on the small roads.

"Is this the middle class?" Zhao Guangli said expressionlessly in his heart.

Gu Xintong turned into the alley, then pushed open a wooden door that suddenly appeared in front of her. The wooden door let out a painful groan, and the girl stepped into the darkness without hesitation.

"There are many passages in the Dark Market, and this is the one closest to us."

Gu Xintong said softly. There were caves in each of the small rooms that looked a little cramped. The dark passage extended to the deepest part. The dim candlelight flickered slightly on both sides of the passage, emitting a dim light.

In the distance, two men wearing cloaks whose faces could not be seen clearly sat on the seats. A small door beside them was ajar.

"The entrance fee... is fifty copper coins." When he saw the two people coming, one of the men whispered.

Gu Xintong nodded and looked at the other person: "We are preparing two pieces of clothing for us to hide our identities."

"Add fifty copper coins."

Another man stood up and took out two cloaks and two dirty-looking masks from the box in the corner behind him.

Gu Xintong nodded and paid Zhao Guangli's share of the money.

"Go in." Gu Xintong said in a deep voice, "Stop talking."

Zhao Guangli looked at Gu Xintong's back blankly, and then slowly put on the mask and cloak.

Pushing open the ajar door, the entire prosperous underground world came into view of Zhao Guangli.

"This is!"

Zhao Guangli looked at everything in front of him and opened his eyes wide.

The entire underground world appeared in an instant.

There was a low and depressing smell in the air, and the ceiling above me was not that high, it could almost be considered small.

The ground was just opened up with roads that gathered into a huge square.

Unlike the hawking and noise of Perfume Street, people here have built dark tents, which are placed haphazardly on the ground, with some small gaps left in each tent.

The remaining slightly humble people just spread a layer of oil paper cloth on the ground, placed all the things they handled on top, and sat on the side with their heads hanging down.

The vast majority of people wear masks and cloaks, and their true appearance is completely invisible.

The world during the day and the world at night are naturally different.

Is this the Dark Market?

"In the dark market, you can buy anything. As long as you have money, you can even buy extraordinary items."

Gu Xintong stretched out her white fingers: "Items with extraordinary attributes are apparently controlled by the alliance and can only be obtained here."

Zhao Guangli passed by an old man sitting at a roadside stall and taking a nap, and his eyes were instantly attracted to him.

"Ritual...ceremony...ceremony."

Zhao Guangli stopped in front of the stall and squatted down slightly.

This is a brown parchment roll, with only the upper part exposed.

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly and he showed a kind smile: "As long as you have five silver coins, you can become an extraordinary person immediately."

"Little brother, you are innocent."

"Stop looking." Gu Xintong tapped Zhao Guangli lightly, without even looking at the old man whose face turned ugly: "There is nothing interesting outside the black market."

"They're just some fake guys who deceive newcomers."

The wrinkles on the old man's face were squeezed together: "This... miss, you have to provide evidence when you speak."

Gu Xintong, who was hidden under the mask, shook his head and said without arguing: "Let's go."

After taking a few steps, Zhao Guangli seemed to hear the old man cursing not far away.

"That ceremony looked decent." Zhao Guangli recalled the beginning of the parchment scroll.

Gu Xintong walked in front, her voice calm and cold: "After the historical fault, a large number of recorded extraordinary rituals were lost."

"The increased difficulty for professionals has led to a significant increase in the cost of ritual items and processes."

"Therefore, a considerable number of people will compile fake extraordinary rituals to seek benefits."

Gu Xintong didn't squint, as if the tents on the roads on both sides didn't exist.

"So, ordinary people usually get safe rituals from ancient books or other traceable places."

"If it's really an invalid ritual, forget it. If it's a sacrifice to some evil existence or unspeakable and attracts horrific attention, then it's over."

"arrive."

Zhao Guangli was still thinking about Gu Xintong's words when a small tent with a skull and goat's horns hanging on it appeared on the left side of the two of them.

A geared kerosene lamp hung on the sheep's horn. The firepower of the kerosene lamp was adjusted to a very weak level, making the whole environment dim and quiet.

Without any hesitation, Gu Xintong opened the curtain of the tent and walked straight in.

"We have a guest."

As soon as Zhao Guangli entered the tent, a hoarse female voice reached his ears, which seemed particularly strange in the dark space.

"Are you asking for divination?"

An old woman in a robe was sitting in the center of the tent, looking at the two of them.