My wife is a passerby villain

Chapter 243 Make a friend

Author: Year of the Dancing Spoon

Chapter 243 Make a friend

Although the location of some stalls has reached the level of friction.

But for Yin Hang and the bustling crowd, they are quite accustomed to it.

After all, even if you haven’t traveled during the holidays, you have gone to the canteen during meals, and you are a person who has experienced many battles.

The way of selling and buying here is basically bartering.

That's not to say that money is completely useless. After all, this is a secret place, not a desperate situation.

But the problem is... who still carries cash when going out now?

There are a wide variety of goods for exchange, but most of them are items that can be carried with you.

The way those vendors operate is to exchange items worth five yuan for items worth six yuan, and then exchange them for items worth seven yuan, and so on.

Exchange buyers can exchange for items they urgently need now, and although vendors do not need them temporarily, they can accumulate their value. At the same time, these vendors have their own business districts and can circulate all items within the entire market, without getting stuck.

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As Yin Hang followed the boy and continued walking inside, he discovered that the food inside was actually the lowest value here.

The boy explained that the reason why he is extremely nervous about food is because he eats so much now, and the ones he bought in exchange are no different from mosquito legs.

But if you take out special food, such as that piece of sugar, you can just exchange it for something from the two stalls.

Of course, it is definitely not recommended for boys to exchange it. After all, no matter how you exchange it, you will definitely lose money.

Also, it is absolutely forbidden to exchange food caught in the secret realm. There was once a guy who tried to exchange for grilled fish in the secret realm, but he was taken away and I have never seen him before.

Among them, the most valuable items...are tobacco and alcohol.

The price of cigarettes is very high, but it is understandable. After all, most smokers carry them with them.

But the price of wine, in this secret realm full of dangers and isolated from the world, has reached an unbelievable level.

Finally, Yin Hang also saw bottles and cans of Coke, but in the words of the boss, when there was alcohol prohibition in the United States, Coke could replace alcohol, so the price was also outrageous.

Yin Hang took out his lunch leftovers and put two pieces of chocolate in the storage mirror, and finally succeeded in exchanging them.

If I had known better, I should have packed two boxes of Sprite and Coke.

Yin Hang carefully checked that there was no problem with the can, and then stuffed it into the bottom layer of the backpack.

"Why didn't I see anyone selling weapons?" Yin Hang walked a little further and looked at the stalls on both sides with confusion.

The boy stood on tiptoes, looked forward and said, "Don't worry, we haven't arrived yet."

Five minutes later, after passing two more corners, Yin Hang finally saw what looked like a doorway, and there seemed to be guards on both sides of the doorway.

The stalls just now gradually became denser, just like a rural market, and the stalls were arranged very casually.

The stalls inside the door are very orderly, and some stalls even have tables covered with tablecloths.

And whether it is the stall owners setting up stalls or the casual customers, the identification tags pinned to their chests are all black.

"It's right here, and there are many people who want to buy weapons." The boy said, taking out his black identification tag and pinned it on his chest.

Seeing that Yin Hang had not moved yet, he asked curiously: "What's going on?"

Yin Hang frowned slightly, "If we encounter someone who can tell..."

To be honest, in such an area where practitioners gather, Yin Hang is still worried about encountering the kind of 'inspiration' awakened person.

"Ah?" The boy was a little dazed. After looking around, he pulled Yin Hang into a corner and whispered in a low voice.

"Remember, we are real. Even if we are found out, we will kill the real one!"

"And there is really no difference between us now and those practitioners in the F(-) realm."

"What's more, that kind of visible existence won't stay outside at all. How can you deserve to be noticed? You really think highly of yourself, don't you?"

Yin Hang thought for a moment and finally pinned the 'fake' black identification tag on his chest.

"Oh, yes, you can't take off the identification tag inside," the boy reminded again when he was about to go in: "After all, in the circle of practitioners, your level of cultivation is worth a thousand words."

Then the two cultivators guarding the door just glanced briefly and let them in.

Before Yin Hang came in, he always looked a little awkward carrying a rusty sword wrapped in rags.

But after he came in, he found that there were many cultivators who were more awkward than himself.

As for the identification tags worn on the chest, they are basically in the F realm.

As for the E-level identification tag, Yin Hang had only seen it on the chest of the stall owner.

Of course, if you want to buy something here, you can't exchange it for something.

Among them, the most circulated currency is naturally the spirit stone.

Because boys are selling private goods, they actually still have a few milligrams of spiritual stones hidden in their pockets.

After all, the dagger he can pull is really only for this price.

As for Lu Hang, he probably has never seen the appearance of a spirit stone, let alone whether it exists.

"You can take a stroll first and gain some insights." The boy patted himself everywhere and said, "I'll get rid of these first and come back to you later."

Yin Hang nodded slightly and then started shopping by himself.

But he had been shopping for more than twenty minutes and still hadn't seen the boy come back.

Of course, he basically didn't see any good things.

Yin Hang also thought about using his special glasses to pick out leaks.

It turned out that everything was leaking, and it was so leaky that it couldn't be used.

As for the spiritual talismans, spiritual weapons, and even spiritual pets that Yin Hang was looking forward to... he was still looking forward to it after shopping.

After all, I didn’t even notice it.

Yin Hang scratched his head helplessly, no wonder the boy said their rusty swords were meat and potatoes.

Of course, even for these indescribable 'leakage', there are actually many cultivators asking about the specific situation. Among them, the number of cultivators who go to inquire about the E-level Tanqian is the largest.

However, these E-level existences have no strong character at all, and their explanations are basically just bragging.

He was even able to say that his broken ring might be a formation eye in a certain realm.

But in Yin Hang's special glasses, no spiritual power fluctuations could be seen at all.

Of course, no matter how powerful the stall owner brags, other cultivators will not be willing to use their own spiritual stones to buy them at will.

As for the price, the ring that looks like a formation eye actually sells for 5 milligrams of spiritual stone!

Hmm... not as much as the 10 milligrams of spirit stones that Yin Hang spent to activate the light spirit talisman.

Then Yin Hang silently wrote down the location of the stall owner.

Before Qin Shimao studied and understood many of Qin Shimao's suitcases, he would not dare to use them indiscriminately.

But these garbage things in front of me... they are all serious items that can be 'traced to their origins', and there is also the chaotic management of the secret realm as a guarantee for 'whitewashing'.

For example, it doesn't matter if you buy a cheap 'fake charm', after all, you can actually use it yourself.

After wandering around for a few more minutes, Yin Hang found a corner and leaned against the wall to rest for a while, waiting for the boy to come back.

Because it was getting late, some stall owners were packing up and preparing to go back. When they saw Yin Hang resting there, they pushed the vacant stalls next to him.

Yin Hang was not very clear about the situation and thought it was just an ordinary stall collection.

But in fact, the stalls here are all mobile. After all, they are cultivators, not specialized vendors, so these stalls are on a first-come, first-served basis, and they sell the gadgets they find in other realms here.

When the stall owner was about to leave, he misunderstood that Yin Hang was a practitioner waiting for him at the stall.

After all, Yin Hang's side was still leaning on the rusty sword wrapped in rags.

The rag itself was rotten, and now it was scratched by the rusty sword inside, directly exposing the weapon inside.

Of course, what was inside was no longer the rusty sword Luo Jin gave him.

He knew that the boy called him here because he wanted to sell it.

After all, neither of them are practitioners, so what else can they do except sell it?

But there was something special about that rusty sword. Even though the remaining spiritual energy in it was very weak when it was pulled out, it had a tendency to recover very slowly.

If according to what the boy said, these rusty swords could be used as weapons for cultivators, Yin Hang still wanted to keep them for himself.

Otherwise, with the industrial products in his hand, he can only use [Enter the Sea] to increase the 'protective' attack power. If he wants to use [Quenching], which is more suitable for attack, he simply cannot withstand his current inheritance strength.

So Yin Hang unpacked the rusty sword wrapped inside and threw the most special one into the storage mirror.

Of course, in order to prevent being easily seen, the rusty sword that Yin Hang is wrapping now also falls into the category of 'special'.

At this moment, a young man wearing very simple and simple clothes, but wearing an extremely expensive watch in his cuffs came closer.

"Brother, can you take a look?" The boy looked at the rusty sword beside Yin Hang, stretched out his hand and asked.

Yin Hang opened his eyes, slightly confused. Although he felt that the other party was quite baffled, there seemed to be no need to refuse.

Yin Hang untied the rag a little, took out one and handed it to the other party without saying much.

Hmm...one of them.

In fact, Yin Hang made a lot of 'special' rusty swords.

Otherwise, does that boy think Yin Hang is very serious about his work?

The young man picked up the rusty sword and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Huh?

He originally wanted to prepare some weapons for his younger brothers who were recruiting troops in the secret realm, but he came a little late today.

At this time, all the good things in the ‘sale space’ have been taken away.

As for the garbage outside, young people feel that it is a waste of money to buy it.

But when the young man was about to go back to rest, he suddenly noticed some practitioners gathered here.

The young man was just curious and prepared to take a casual look and want to hear what the stall owner here said.

If his eloquence is good, then he can recruit him under his command with great difficulty.

As a result, the stall owner actually leaned against the wall and rested with his eyes closed.

As for the rusty swords wrapped in rags next to the stall owner, they were the reason why practitioners gathered.

The young man was slightly interested. After all, even if it was pure iron, it would be enough for those young men.

But now when the young man held it in his hand, he was slightly surprised.

It turns out...it's really a good thing.

Although the spiritual power in it is severely dissipated, far less than that of a spiritual weapon, it is definitely a useful weapon in the secret realm.

But... why is it here?

Such a good thing, can’t I apply for the ‘sales space’ inside?

What price can it be sold for here?

Then the young man tilted his sword and asked directly.

"Brother, how did you sell it?"

Sell?

Yin Hang was indeed ready to sell, but he originally planned to wait for his companion to come back. After all, he didn't know the prices here very well.

He woke up at five o'clock, and it was almost half past eight in the evening. In addition, he used the mist field intensively, which made him sleepy and squinted for a while.

But when Yin Hang noticed someone approaching, he opened his eyes and found that it was not the boy, but a young man in plain clothes who wanted to buy his rusty sword directly.

Seeing Yin Hang's silence, the young man felt a little strange.

What does this mean?

Then he saw Yin Hang frowning. After thinking for a moment, he rummaged in the rag pocket for a while and took out a rusty sword with an even broken handle.

"This one, 40 milligrams."

Young man: Huh?

What does it mean?

Do you think you can’t afford the one you have?

Young people don't like to dress too high-profile, after all, being bragging is boring, and the price can easily be inflated.

He didn't lack the high-priced money or spiritual stones, but because he felt rich, he felt that it was natural to raise the price, which made him feel disgusted.

However, this was the first time that a young man was considered unable to afford a rusty sword.

Not to mention this rusty sword that has been slightly nourished by spiritual power, even if it is really a spiritual weapon, he can afford it.

But to be honest, this feeling of being looked down upon is inexplicably refreshing to the young man.

Okay, okay, very interesting.

"I think this one is good," the young man flicked the sword with his fingertips, smiled and said directly: "Two grams of spiritual stone, do you want to sell it?"

Yin Hang remained silent, but his expression obviously changed.

When the young man saw this, he was slightly disappointed.

The black identification tag pinned to the chest of the young man in front of me is just the F realm.

Although I don’t know where I got this good sword, it’s probably the first time I’ve heard of spiritual stones measured in grams.

Of course, this does not mean that the young man is overly imaginative, but because of the way he lives in real life, it is sometimes easy to scare others, so he has to think about this aspect frequently.

After all, he still wants to take the line that is close to the people.

But what the young man didn't expect was that the change in the other person's expression seemed to be slightly different from what he had imagined.

Yin Hang first began to take a deep breath, his facial expression was very tangled, and his eyebrows were furrowed as if he had deep hatred.

In the end, he sighed heavily in great pain.

"Forget it, it's quite late today. Just two grams of spirit stones, let's just make friends."

"Well, then let's be friends... ah?"

The young man suddenly realized something was wrong.

Wait...who is friends with whom?

(End of chapter)