If you become a monster, you will succeed

Although the offer given by the shop owner was fair, Feng Xue still only sold maces and hand axes, and then took the double-barreled shotgun and ran around almost all the stores.

It's not that he's dissatisfied with the price, or that he wants to shop around, a mere hundreds of thousands of towers. For him now, it's just the income of three or four days of hanging up. Compared with money, he cares more about one thing, Is there any store owner who can see the side effects of this gun.

In fact, Feng Xue would still be more inclined to stay if it wasn't for the negative effect of the double-barreled shotgun that even his golden fingers were only vaguely raised.

Excluding the comedic effect of melee combat, just "inserting anything in it can exert the power of a bullet" is a very powerful attribute. In addition, the caliber of this thing is very thick, and some weird things can be stuffed in, such as Fujitsu counterfeit devices, remote control toys, poisonous insects and weeds, and even grabbing salt into it will immediately become a super shotgun. As long as there are enough debris in your hand, you don’t need too many ways to play.

But Feng Xue decided to sell it in the end, because he was not sure whether the side effect of this thing was just to hold it, or it would be cursed as long as it was used.

If you consider that the two little boys died after eating acupoints, this thing might be contagious.

Feng Xue's ability means that he will not lack illusions, and there is no need to gamble whether he will meet a boxer for a comedian weapon - he doesn't even know how this so-called boxer is defined.

After receiving 170,000 Tacoin from the owner of a certain clothing store, Feng Xue casually deposited it into the badge.

Adding the 40,000 for the previous two weapons, a total of 210,000, and none of the shopkeepers here saw the negative effects of the shotgun.

"That is to say, the ability of the phantom itself is not only determined by the elements, but also affected by other factors?" Feng Xue thought in her heart, but walked into the so-called consignment shop with Home.

It is at the end of this black market street. The store manager is a sweet-looking woman with gold-rimmed glasses and a round figure who looks as if she can drip water. She sits quietly in front of the window with a book in front of her. Book——it was the first time Feng Xue saw something similar to a book in someone else's hands after coming to Infinite City.

"Excuse me, what do you want to consign? Or do you have any purchase needs?" The soft and gentle voice came to his ears, and Feng Xue, who clearly recognized that he was wearing a filter, was completely unmoved, and he glanced at the beautiful woman. With the book in his hand, he opened his mouth and said:

"I need illusions that can increase memory and learning ability."

"Sorry." Listening to Feng Xue's needs, the beautiful woman didn't even intend to inquire. Her expression didn't change at all, neither contempt nor ridicule, but calmly responded:

"Phantoms with this kind of function are at least at the inheritance level. Even if they really appear, no one will sell them. Even if they really want to sell them, they will be placed in the official auction house instead of flowing into the black market."

"Inheritance level...meaning a phantom that can be used as a family heirloom? I don't know how many levels it is higher than excellence."

Feng Xue thought to herself, but on the surface she didn't show any shame because she asked a stupid question, but raised her eyebrows and said:

"So are there any phantoms like Polaroid?"

"Wait a minute." The beautiful woman thought for a while this time, then picked up the book, and quickly flipped through it. This book is not an illusion, but an ordinary notebook. After roughly turning a few pages, the beautiful woman turned to the book. Turning around, he took out a few file folders from the densely packed bookshelf behind him, and inside were slips of paper with specific information written on them.

The whole work lasted about five minutes before the beautiful woman returned to the counter and said softly:

"Sir, there are not many technological phantoms of the camera type. There are currently four of them, two of which can capture ghosts and lock them into film. One of the two sellers is changing a piece of ordinary armor, and the other wants to change it. Sophisticated transportation;

"One is a consumable. After smashing it hard, the clues of what you want can be presented in the form of photos. This seller wants to change to a phantom that can improve eyesight;

"The last thing is a miscellaneous object, but the effect is not bad. It can reproduce the photographed object in a three-dimensional way. Although it is only a projection, even the texture can be reproduced, so...In short, the owner of this object hopes to be able to Selling the price of 50,000 towers, or a relatively good ordinary-level phantom."

Speaking of this, the beautiful woman gave Feng Xue a suggestive look, Feng Xue understood immediately, and at the same time couldn't help but wonder if the beautiful woman was actually a wretched uncle...

"Forget it, it's not what I want." Feng Xue shook her head, making it impossible to see whether he was cash-strapped or really didn't want it. nodded and said:

"Then how else can I help you?"

"No more." Feng Xue shook her head, took Home out of the shop, and simply asked, he probably already knew the basic rules of the consignment shop, and at the same time realized that it doesn't have to be the best to be sold on consignment.

Shaking her head, Feng Xue turned around and walked to a street stall. There was something he had set his sights on before, but at that time he was short of money, so he just glanced at it. Now that he had money in his pocket, he walked over immediately.

"Boss, how do you sell this pen?"

The originally lazy boss heard someone asking for the price, even though the product was not very eye-catching, he immediately cheered up and said:

"This is a pen made by a famous artist. It has unlimited ink and a smooth nib. It writes smoothly. The design is also absolutely fashionable. It is most suitable for successful people like you. Even if you don't use it for writing, it is absolutely perfect in your pocket Nice decorations…”

"In short, it's just a useless sundry, right? The price of 50,000 is a bit vain, so let me give you a real price." Feng Xue interrupted the other party's unnutritive sales, although the pen in front of him does have the temperament of a famous pen , but that kind of thing is the most useless in Infinity City.

Interrupted by Feng Xue forcibly, the owner frowned slightly, but still said:

"This is not a useless clutter. It has two elements of durability and infinite ink, and it can also improve the efficiency of copying. It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that it is a mid-range ordinary quality!"

"Heh~ What's the use of copying efficiency in Infinite City? And there are [spiritual] elements in this pen, so there should be some negative effects? 5000 towers, is it for sale?" Feng Xue's mouth curled up, but her eyes were very serious , the shopkeeper was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect Feng Xue to be able to see the elements directly, the aura of the original elite salesman disappeared immediately, and he said lazily:

"make a deal."

"Am I still overcharging the price?"

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