Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

After closing the chat area, he clicked on the trading area. It's also all-encompassing here, but there's nothing he needs. Seriously, precious materials have been sold long ago, and most of the things that can hang on it are very strange things, or simply some liars are hanging some garbage ready to fool the unlucky.

Strange things are typical, such as the following.

Who needs a 'multifunctional fully automatic nose hair removal machine'? He Shenyan didn't know who needed it, but he still read the post. The poster was an anonymous user. It seems that nine out of ten people who post here would choose to be anonymous.

Here's how the man described the machine: "This item has a lot of history, and it seems to have given birth to its own soul, and I don't understand the structure. Through traceability, I know that it has murdered a total of forty-five years after it was made and put into use. The seventeen previous masters cut the master's throat with a sudden blade after shaving the nose hair. If you want to study the soul, and you are still a novice, I highly recommend you to buy it."

"Of course, if you just want to experience the feeling of getting your nose shaved by a crazy killing machine, you can give it a try. The experience is actually not bad."

"Back to the point, I don't want to sell this thing very expensive. If you are interested in buying it, please trade with me with some small things. This way you won't be too distressed when you break it."

The mage nodded, this is a sincere person.

He rubbed his neck, the bruises were still reminding him, and the mage couldn't help but recall that special battle. Natalia's legs are really long and strong, and the way her ears are red is cute too. He smiled involuntarily, but disappeared in the next second.

He then scrolled down and saw another thing, it was a crumpled human book with an ugly human face on the cover, mouth wide open and eyes closed, as if screaming.

Unsurprisingly, another anonymous user, this thing is useless, but his description is very interesting: "A broken book picked up by the world travel garbage, it is useless (if you really want to buy it, before picking it up Be sure to put a spell on yourself like mental protection, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you), the only use is to make the person who picks it up to make some kind of scream that will make other people feel very bad."

"I don't know much about soul science, so I don't know if there is any soul in it. Anyway, if you are interested, buy it. You can exchange some minerals or gadgets that you think match the value of this thing. ."

He Shenyan noticed that most of the transactions of the mages in the council were done by barter.

He then scrolled down, as if immersed in it.

Some things in the trading area are a bit interesting, while others are either pure garbage, or the finder himself can't figure out what it is, and wants to cheat. One of the guys seems to be a repeat offender, his language habits are even recorded, and he gets mobbed whenever he posts a new one. He Shenyan flipped through it and found that this guy is really a business genius. He exchanged a drinking Coke can and a person for two magical essences.

He Shenyan saw someone selling a take-out pizza box, and the guy described it in a serious way, saying that this thing was picked up during his world travel, and it can make any wish come true. There's also a guy selling a pair of headphones that supposedly lets you hear whatever music you want.

This thing caught his attention.

He Shenyan clicked into the post, and the seller attached a picture. It was a crimson headset, wireless, and an S-branded that he was very familiar with.

"It's interesting." The mage muttered to himself and sent a transaction application to the seller. The opponent passed quickly.

The blue light curtain stretched out, and the opposite was a dark human figure with abnormally slender limbs. without eyes,

But He Shenyan knew it was looking at him.

The creature made an unpleasant hissing sound from its mouth. After the translation on the intranet, He Shenyan knew that it said, "Are you sure you really want to buy that earphone?"

"Yes."

"But it has no other use than listening to music. I just hang it up and have fun." The dark creature was a little surprised, but someone bought it, why not sell it? It asked again: "What do you exchange with me?"

He Shenyan pondered for a while, took out a teapot from the magic backpack, placed it on the light curtain, and in an instant it was in the hands of the dark creature. He Shenyan introduced: "This teapot has no other function. Imbue it with magic once a day, and you can drink any flavor of tea you want. Well, do you know tea?"

The pitch-black creature hissed: "Yes, drink it. Then, the deal."

It also sent the earphones, He Shenyan took the earphones and said goodbye to the other party. He waved his hand to disperse the light curtain and began to fiddle with the headset. Magic swept across its mechanical elements, and found no trace of magic. It really seems to be just an ordinary pair of headphones.

This thing didn't look very special. He weighed it in his hand, put it on, and pressed the button on the side, there was a beeping sound in his ear. He Shenyan, as the seller said, began to think about the songs he had heard in his heart.

There was a humming sound from the earphones, rising higher and higher, followed by the cacophony of electric currents, followed by the sound of cars crossing the road, horns, and the sound of subways and distorted human voices. He also heard a woman humming softly, as if singing a lullaby, and the baby's cry faded away under her gentleness, turning into the steady sound of sleepy breathing.

He heard a man scolding his boss at the bartender for losing his job, and the bar poured him a glass of whisky on ice. The sound of ice cubes hitting the sides of the glass was so in tune with the whimper in his throat, like a prelude to a tragic song. The man picked up the whiskey and drank it.

They are mixed together, and they are clear from each other, and the world is different from each other. Then, they all disappeared at one point in time.

Then, the gentle prelude from David Bowie's classic song "Space Oddity", which He Shenyan had heard many times, began to sound. The soft sound of rain gradually grew louder along with the drums and guitar, until his recognizable voice sounded in He Shenyan's ears again.

At this moment, David Bowie's voice reached his ears across countless worlds and countless times.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.