hunter rule

"Grandma Lena, you can answer everything."

The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, laid out layer by layer, and the dim light reminded Zhao Guangli of the swamp witch he encountered in the swamp before.

"Divination...that's not necessary."

The girl said coldly, even though she was hiding under the mask, she could feel the coolness: "We are here to buy things."

The old woman who called herself Grandma Lena coughed twice, but was not discouraged at all: "Hey, young people nowadays don't believe in divination anymore."

"Go forward sixty years, Granny Liner is famous in the entire Tiandong Alliance... cough cough cough."

"A famous fortune teller."

This old woman was out of breath when she spoke, and Zhao Guangli always felt a little worried.

"It's better to talk less."

Zhao Guangli sighed.

Gu Xintong didn't care, her eyes wandered over Granny Lena's body: "A shape-changing potion, a spiritual key, and several extraordinary items with controllable negative effects."

Grandma Lena's eyelids drooped slightly.

"These things are not particularly cheap..."

"Especially the shape-changing medicine. This thing is very popular. Those rich people like to play with this kind of thing..."

Gu Xintong shook his head: "We can barter."

The wrinkles on Granny Lena's face divided the entire face into one piece. Her expression looked very kind, but there was something indescribably weird about it.

"Barter is not accepted here for the time being."

Granny Lena's voice was hoarse, as if there were gravel grinding on her throat: "But there is a medium-sized gathering tonight, and there may be something you need."

While Zhao Guangli was watching Gu Xintong's performance, what he was doing tonight was to speak as little as possible.

There are too many unknowns in this treacherous and dark world, and it is indeed reassuring that Gu Xintong can take care of them now.

Gu Xintong nodded. Granny Liner took a deep look at Gu Xintong and Zhao Guangli behind her, and stood up with some difficulty. She was holding on to a brown log crutch and walking hobbled.

She knocked on the back curtain of the tent next to her, and the back curtain was opened with a shallow gap.

"go in."

"The rally should have started. Be careful not to disturb others."

"By the way, Dark Market only provides a platform and is not responsible for the authenticity of items."

The wrinkles on Granny Lena's face piled up, and she turned her gaze to Zhao Guangli: "Young child, do you really not need my divination?"

Zhao Guangli hesitated for a few seconds, looked at the back of Gu Xintong Park, and then shook his head gently.

"That's such a pity." Granny Lena looked a little regretful.

………………

Within the black market, there is a black market.

The black market is a reflection of the city, a dark corner.

The gathering in front of me, no matter from any angle, can be considered extremely crude.

Gu Xintong and Zhao Guangli were hidden under masks, and dozens of people gathered in a circle. Almost no one showed their true face here.

"I'll do it next."

A man wearing a bird's beak mask walked out from the crowd. Under the dim kerosene lamp, he looked a little strange: "An extraordinary event occurred in the abandoned Gunn Church in the southern neighborhood of Black Iron Castle. It is suspected that there are quasi-professionals."

The demon exists and needs to be cleaned up urgently.”

"The time limit is three days, and the reward is four silver coins."

Zhao Guangli's expression was stunned. Are there so-called extraordinary beings among the crowd around him?

In this way, this gathering should involve mystery and transcendence.

The quasi-professional level that Gu Xintong once said before should be the first level of extraordinary beings.

The level that Zhao Guangli reached after completing the hunter ritual and transcending the extraordinary.

"The city hall has issued an announcement about this matter, but it did not explain the specific situation. Does it turn out that there is a demon?"

A rumbling voice came from the crowd: "In the southern slums... is it easy to do it?"

The man in the beak mask heard the response and knew that someone in the crowd had intentions. He rubbed his hands: "Of course, Gunn Church has been abandoned for a long time, and there are almost no ordinary people here..."

"Ordinary people?" A tall man wearing a black mask came out from the crowd: "Like you?"

The people around him laughed.

The man in the beak mask was not dissatisfied at all, he just shrugged: "How?"

"I accepted this mission."

The man in the black mask nodded, and the man in the beak mask raised his hand to indicate: "I have no problem."

Under Zhao Guangli's sight, the two people left the central part of the gathering and walked towards the outermost area.

"It's my turn. I want to buy a copy of the knight's ritual. The fighting spirit adaptability is around fifty."

An extremely short man walked out of the crowd, his voice was a bit sharp: "Of course, the difficulty cannot be too high."

"Ten silver coins."

The corners of Gu Xintong's lips curled up into a smile.

The crowd sneered again, this time the smiles were much louder than before.

The short man obviously felt something was wrong: "You...why are you laughing?"

"This kind of ritual may really exist in this world, but..."

"That kind of ceremony is not something a young boy like you can afford."

The short man's face hidden under the cloak was a little flustered: "You... you..."

"It's rare to meet a new person, it's quite interesting." A man in linen clothes was sitting on the coffee table next to him. He gently raised the tea cup in his hand and shook it towards the short man.

Zhao Guangli looked at the scene in front of him and began to think in his mind.

In the black market, the average price of rituals does not seem to be too high.

With dozens of silver coins, you might be able to buy an elementary professional extraordinary ritual.

But that kind of ritual has some fatal problems, firstly, the threshold and difficulty are too high, and secondly, there is no way to determine the authenticity.

If it were really so easy to be extraordinary, there wouldn't be only three professionals in the entire class of Oak Academy students.

Zhao Guangli recalled the hunting rituals passed down from his family. Perhaps it was because they were inherited from the times that Zhao Guangli believed deeply in his family's rituals.

The short man seemed a little unwilling. He wanted to say something, and the man in linen clothes stood up. He wore a dark brown mask on his face and had a slender figure.

"I want to sell an extraordinary item."

As soon as the man's words came out, there was some vague noise in the entire gathering.

"There are extraordinary items!"

The man looked at the people in front of him and seemed to be smiling: "Of course, according to the rules, I can't tell you the name and ability of this extraordinary item. If you want to own this extraordinary item, you need to pay me two silver coins.

of security deposit.”

"Or if you decide to buy, these two silver coins will be used as payment."

"If we don't decide, the money will not be refunded."

The man looked at everyone and said seriously.