That's What Villains Are Like

The strange stone is placed horizontally on the jade platform in front of it, and wisps of rays of sunlight are gushing out from it, carrying a sacred aura, as if it can reflect the stone body into a gorgeous and transparent one.

In a trance, you can hear the loud voices of ancient ancestors offering sacrifices to God and praying for good weather.

"This strange stone was discovered by people from the Merchant Alliance under an isolated island overseas."

"One of them was an ancient bronze city that had been buried for who knows how many years. It was submerged under the sea. Almost 70% of the people sent to investigate were dead. In the end, only a few items were brought out, and this strange stone was one of them..."

"Some old scholars from the Merchant Alliance have personally studied it and read many classics for verification. They all agree that this strange stone may have existed for more than tens of thousands of years."

"But it's hard to tell what is in it, and it's very strange. The Merchant Alliance used various methods to explore and found that it was empty, and it didn't seem like something was sealed..."

"That's why this time the Merchant Alliance plans to take it out as an auction item."

The wealthy middle-aged man is the person in charge of the auction house, named Jiang Xun.

Like Uncle Ying, who had protected Jiang Lan before, he was given the surname Jiang and was responsible for many affairs of the merchant alliance.

He is also in charge of this auction meeting.

At this moment, seeing that Jiang Lan seemed to be very interested in this strange stone, he respectfully explained the origin of this strange stone to him.

In order to auction it at a good price, the Merchant Alliance has been building momentum for a long time, shaping this strange stone into something like a divine fetus and fairy egg, attracting the attention of many immortal sects.

Many monks and creatures came here after hearing the news precisely because of this.

This time the auction conference can be said to be a huge crowd and an unprecedented event.

"I understand, go down."

When Jiang Lan heard this, he waved his hand and asked Jiang Xun to go down.

"Yes, young master." Jiang Xun bowed respectfully.

Although the news about this strange stone spread out early, it attracted the attention of all parties.

But if Jiang Lan is interested in it and wants to keep it, then he can only think of an excuse and see if he can get rid of the matter at the auction meeting.

No matter what, the business alliance is about doing business.

If you don't show integrity on the surface, it will not be easy to deal with the major immortal sects in the future.

Jiang Lan knew what Jiang Xun was thinking, but he didn't care and didn't bother to explain.

He was actually waiting for the arrival of this strange stone yesterday, but due to the distance, this strange stone has not yet been sent to the imperial capital.

So I can only wait until today.

In the original plot, it was at this auction that Shang Mingyu, the remnant princess of the Shang Kingdom, spent a lot of money to auction off this strange stone.

Inside this strange stone is a piece of Taoist source condensed by the hands of a great supernatural power, and within the Taoist source, there is also a wisp of the emperor's aura sealed inside.

The Qi of the Emperor is a kind of aura, a kind of great atmosphere, which was condensed and gathered after the emperor in ancient times offered sacrifices to heaven, the people's aspirations, the world's aspiration, and the approval of heaven.

It not only contains the extremely mysterious meaning of the emperor, but also a kind of representative and symbol. To win the emperor's aura means that he is recognized by God and has the support of the people. He is the most orthodox emperor from ancient times to the present.

Shang Mingyu possesses the Great Wish Ball, the most precious treasure of the Hong Kingdom, which can be used to deduce chance and destiny, and he has known about the existence of this object for a long time.

Therefore, she planned to auction it off and use it to assist the sixth prince Qi Qingxuan in fighting for power in the future to compete with Emperor Xia.

Although Jiang Lan did not practice the art of the emperor, nor did he have the intention to govern his family and country, it did not prevent him from cutting off the emperor's spirit and taking it for himself.

Although he can't use it now, it doesn't mean that he won't be able to use it in the future.

In addition, he could also use this strange stone to plot against Shang Mingyu and Qi Qingxuan in advance.

"It's a bit troublesome to silently extract the Emperor's Qi from it, but we can only try..."

"In addition, Shang Mingyu only knows that it contains a ray of emperor's aura. She has never seen the emperor's aura herself."

"She may not be able to detect it if it is fake."

Jiang Lan has already made a lot of preparations.

As several jade talismans flew out, they turned into streams of light and scattered everywhere, completely covering up the atmosphere in the box.

Jiang Lan also put a lot of thoughts on the strange rocks in front of him.

The center of his eyebrows glowed, and his cheekbones were reflected completely transparently. An inexplicable aura surged out from the center of his eyebrows, as if there was a vague and terrifying shadow emerging behind him.

Then his spiritual thoughts spread, spreading like mist, and soon completely covered this strange stone.

The next moment, the little spirit figure in his sea of ​​consciousness walked out and turned into a ray of light. It followed the cracks and gaps outside the strange stone, looking for the reflected sunlight, and went inside the strange stone.

The stone skin is full of cracks, but they are not deep and can only extend to half an inch inside.

There is an inexplicable force permeating it, like fetal membranes, blocking the invasion of the outside world.

This is the piece of Taoist source that contains the Emperor's Qi.

If ordinary people want to test and see what is contained in it, they will be blocked by that source of truth, even if they use exotic treasures to survey it.

The eyes of Jiang Lan's soul glowed with a faint light, as if there was an ancient calmness spreading from him, trying to erode the inexplicable power.

Through the stone skin, you can faintly see the piece of Taoist source wrapped in it.

However, as the soul eroded away, Jiang Lan soon discovered another problem.

Daoyuan's fetal membrane is getting thinner and has a tendency to diminish. If it continues to erode, Daoyuan will break in advance.

"If this piece of Taoist source is broken, the Emperor's Qi in it will escape, even if it is captured and sealed immediately..."

"There's only one other way."

Jiang Lan was not surprised by this.

He did not intend to destroy the structure of the strange stone and the source easily. Otherwise, with Shang Mingyu's intelligence and vision, as well as the most precious ball of great ambition, it would be easy for her to see its flaws and deduce the calculation within it.

The next moment, a hazy blood light shone on Jiang Lan's head, and a calm and waveless river of blood flowed, seemingly running through the void.

Jiang Lan thought, and the strange stone was immediately swept away by the river of blood, and was soon submerged in it.

Threads of blood continued to penetrate and permeate.

And in his hand, there was a wisp of bloody evil energy slowly condensing.

In order to make this bloody aura more realistic, Jiang Lan removed the bloody smell from it.

Then he used the Four Spirits Ancient Heaven Technique to condense four phantoms of the Four Saints, surrounding this wisp of blood evil energy, making his aura more solemn and solemn, and revealing a kind of sacred vastness.

At first glance, the aura of the blood evil is pure and strong, with the phantoms of the four saints Green Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku and Xuanwu surrounding it, forming a defensive posture, just like the emperor of heaven patrolling the common people in ancient times, with dignity and majesty.

"In this case, if I didn't know clearly, I would probably be frightened right away."

"After extracting the aura of the emperor, and then combining it with the remaining aura, it is not difficult to confuse the fake with the real one."

Jiang Lan nodded with satisfaction.

After doing all this, all he had to do was wait for him to use the Blood Immortal Cult's method of "changing the day to change the day" to steal and replace the ray of emperor's energy from the Tao source.

After half a stick of incense, the strange stone reappeared on the jade platform in front of me, still shrouded in haze and mist, filled with sunlight, the treasure light looming, and it was sacred and extraordinary.

Jiang Lan used a special container to seal the emperor's aura, which was as pure as the blazing sun, and then ordered Jiang Xun to come in and take away this strange stone.

Jiang Xun was already thinking about how to explain this strange stone after the auction started, but Jiang Lan just studied it for a while and then lost interest.

He wisely asked no questions and sent someone to carry the strange stone down.

Even though this strange stone is not big, it is very thick and ordinary monks may not be able to pick it up.

"That Shang Mingyu has a rich net worth, which is more than enough to auction this strange stone."

"Although there were several immortal sects competing with her in the original plot, they were all ultimately defeated by her wealth and could not compete with her..."

Jiang Lan had no interest in participating in this auction.

Whatever he wanted, he just had to say it directly. After all, the business alliance was built with the support of the Prime Minister's Government.

But he continued to stay here.

When the time comes to auction this strange stone, the price can be raised at the right time to make Shang Mingyu bleed.

After all, she was determined to win this.

"Although it's just a trivial matter, considering Shang Mingyu's aloof character, it can still suppress his arrogance to some extent, and maybe bring him a lot of luck."

There was still a while before the auction meeting started, and Jiang Lan planned to stop by and kill the confidant who had been scheduled before.

It happened to be among the goods sent along with that strange stone.

"Follow me to the arena."

When he walked out of the private room, Jiang Lan thought for a while and gave instructions to the beautiful maids standing at the door of the private room to follow him.

…

At the same time, there was a box at the front of the first floor of the auction conference.

A group of disciples of the Yi Jian Sect were chatting with each other, with a look of joy, excitement and anticipation on their faces.

"Brothers and sisters, I'll excuse you for a moment..."

At this time, "Zhang Yuan", who was sitting on a jade stool and drinking tea, seemed to suddenly think of something. He put down the tea and was about to get up and walk outside.

"Junior Brother Zhang Yuan, where are you going?"

When the pretty female disciple Liu Xue saw this, she hurriedly shouted.

Ye Ming smiled when he heard this, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Sister Liu Xue, I am suddenly curious about the death battle field over there and want to go over and join in the fun."

"The auction is about to begin. Is Junior Brother Zhang Yuan so curious?"

"There is nothing interesting about the Death Arena. They exist to satisfy the bad tastes of the powerful people in the imperial capital. They are full of blood and massacre. They don't take the lives of those on death row and slaves seriously at all."

When a female disciple of Yijian Palace heard this, she suddenly showed disdain and disgust.

Ye Ming touched his nose and didn't explain much.

However, Liu Xue stood beside him cheerfully and said with a smile, "There is nothing to do now, so I will accompany Junior Brother Zhang Yuan there."

The auction conference not only auctions items, but also slaves, death row prisoners and the like.

But unlike items, those slaves and death row prisoners are in the arena on the other side.

The winner of each gladiatorial battle, or the person who survives each gladiatorial battle, is eligible for auction.

All the disciples of Yijian Palace could see Liu Xue's favorable impression of "Zhang Yuan", and when they heard this, they all showed ambiguous smiles.

Ye Ming did not shirk, so he walked out of the box with Liu Xue and walked towards another venue of the auction conference.

His face was calm and composed, but he was talking to the old ghost in his mind.

"Old ghost, why did you call me over?"

"Of course there is something good waiting for you. You can pick it up before anyone notices it..." The old ghost's voice was still hoarse and low.

"A good thing? Wait for me to pick it up? Could you have misperceived it? That's the direction of the arena?" Ye Ming didn't believe it.

"How could my perception be wrong? The group of death row prisoners just now had the aura of the ghost clan."

"But I don't know if others can sense it. I boldly sensed it carefully just now. I shouldn't be wrong..." the old ghost said.

"The ghost clan is extinct, isn't it? How could it appear again?" Ye Ming was very surprised.

It is said that the Ghost Clan is not an indigenous race on the Kyushu Continent, but comes from the outside world.

The number of this race is very rare, and it is difficult to reproduce. It seems that the environment of the world is not suitable for its survival, causing the number to become increasingly scarce, and it completely disappeared thousands of years ago.

The reason why this race is called the ghost race is because it controls the talent of the void and can easily hide in the void and travel freely.

If you find something wrong, you can be thousands of miles away in an instant, making it difficult to catch up. You must know that even monks with six realms of cultivation cannot cross the void.

This clan was once called the clan of killers, and the royal bloodline of the Ghost clan was the natural king of killers.

The old ghost didn't understand and said, "I have been wandering in the ghost ghost clan for a period of time, so I am very sure that I can't sense the aura of this clan wrong."

"It stands to reason that this clan is indeed extinct, but there is no guarantee that there will be some missing bloodlines."

"Don't worry, the ghost clan is very rare in number, and there are even fewer records. Nowadays, even if the real ghost clan appears in front of the world, basically no one will be able to recognize it..."

"Don't worry, pick up this leak. No one will compete with you. No matter how many spiritual stones it costs, it will be auctioned off. If a ghost tribesman can be trained well, he will be the best killer. I can do many things for you.”

Speaking of this, he was also very emotional, thinking that Ye Ming was really lucky.

Just by joining in the fun at this auction, you can get such a huge bargain.

Of course, without his guidance, Ye Ming probably wouldn't have known about this, and he couldn't tell which of the two was lucky.

Hearing these words, Ye Ming's eyes could not hide his excitement and joy.

"It just so happens that my current status makes it inconvenient to do certain things. It will be more convenient if I have such a subordinate of the Ghost Clan."

"God is really helping me."

Liu Xue followed him on the side, but she didn't know why Ye Ming suddenly became excited.

In her eyes, this junior brother "Zhang Yuan" may seem a little dull at times, but he is diligent and down-to-earth, and he also has some hidden intentions. If they get in touch again, maybe the two of them can support each other within the sect and form a bond. As a Taoist couple.

Ye Ming could vaguely guess Liu Xue's thoughts, but ignored him.

He only has Ling Zhuyun in his heart, and there is no room for other women at the moment.

Not to mention that Liu Xue was too ordinary and was destined to be unable to help him. Now in Yijian Palace, she could only help him cover up to avoid suspicion of his identity.

The arena covers an equally large area and is located inside the pagoda, not far from the auction site.

It looks like a Tianjiao battlefield from ancient times. It is made of many special black iron and stones. In the middle is a wide fighting platform, with mist lingering and the smell of blood.

There are dragon-patterned pillars all around, and each pillar is carved with complex patterns, filled with the aura of a powerful formation.

Some blood stains and broken forest bones could be seen splattered on it.

On the surrounding high platforms, there were already many people sitting around, all of whom were young faces. There were only a few older and middle-aged monks. At this moment, there was a huge crowd and it was extremely lively.

When Ye Ming arrived, he didn't know where the ghost tribesman the old ghost mentioned was.

As he looked up, he saw a fierce fighting in the arena.

Blood was flying, and the two figures collided there, punching to the flesh, accompanied by bursts of broken bones, which sounded very scary.

Blood and rays of light burst out and scattered in the air, like a bloody rain, making everyone's blood boil with excitement.

On one side of the arena, the person in charge was analyzing the battle situation and introducing the situation of the two people fighting each other, which was quite a bit of a commentary.

In front of him, the others were liquidating their bets. Each gladiatorial battle would not only bring generous viewing fees and auction money to the merchant alliance, but also extremely high bet collections.

"Old ghost, who are the ghost ghost tribesmen you are talking about?"

Ye Ming and Liu Xue found a place to sit down on the high platform nearby.

He stared at the arena in front of him, but in his mind he was talking to the old ghost and asking where the ghost tribesman was.

"Isn't that the thin black figure in the field?" the old ghost said with a faint smile.

Ye Ming was confused, looked around, and then locked on the thin, black, and extremely short figure that kept flying out.

The sound of bones breaking just now came from his right arm.

The arm had fallen limp and hung to the side.

Facing the opponent's fierce offensive, he could only choose to keep dodging, but it seemed that he was too seriously injured and had many broken bones.

He could only be kicked away one after another, and hit one of the pillars like a broken sack. Then he slipped down and fell to the ground. The blood stains quickly stained the pillars red.

His hair was scattered and covered with blood and stains. The strands were stuck together one after another. A very scary face full of scars was faintly visible. There were also scars on his arms that could not be healed and kept flowing out. Blood.

"Still called... a girl?"

Ye Ming frowned, stood up, and looked carefully, and finally saw that the figure was a woman.

She is much shorter than ordinary women. Judging from her appearance, she looks about thirteen or fourteen years old at most, and she is very embarrassed and dirty.

He originally thought he was wearing a black robe, but upon closer inspection, he saw that it was completely soaked in blood and then dried and solidified to form a blood clot.

It had been an unknown amount of time since it had been washed, and the original unknown color of the robe was completely dyed black.

"The age of the ghost clan cannot be judged by their appearance..."

"If that guy hadn't been exhausted and exhausted, and had been tampered with by people in the arena, and had swallowed medicines such as Huajin Pill in advance, he probably wouldn't have ended up in this situation."

"Before this battle, she must have experienced several fights, and she survived every one of them. But because of her appearance, no one was willing to bid at the auction, so she continued to fight until she died of exhaustion... …”

The old ghost said calmly.

Ye Ming nodded secretly and said, "What a pitiful guy, but she was lucky enough to meet me."

"Then what should I do, directly stop this arena fight? But according to the rules, outsiders cannot interfere until the arena battle is over. Otherwise, we will deal with it according to the rules of provocation."

He remembered that some immortal sects had noticed before that the disciples they had expelled from the sect had become slaves in the arena, fighting with their opponents for entertainment. He was very angry and felt that it was a loss of face, so he wanted to stop that event. Great war.

But he paid a heavy price for it later.

Not only did he apologize, he also damaged many experts.

Although Ye Ming wanted to stop it and was worried that the ghost girl would die in the arena, he didn't know what to do.

"The ghost clan is very powerful and will not die here. Once the girl recovers a little bit of strength, her opponent will die. After this battle is over, if you offer to auction it off..." the old ghost said calmly. , giving Ye Ming advice.

Ye Ming breathed a sigh of relief and then sat back.

"What's wrong with Junior Brother Zhang Yuan? Are you unable to bear it and want to save the slave on death row?" Liu Xue on the side couldn't help but asked curiously when she saw Ye Ming's behavior.

Ye Ming sighed and said, "It does look pitiful. There are wounds all over the body, and blood is still bleeding..."

At this time, in the arena, the short figure covered in blood was lying under the pillar. It seemed that there was not much sound anymore. A large pool of blood spread under him, and his breath gradually became weaker.

Her opponent was a woman with a big body, a round waist, and a short figure.

His face was cold and cruel, and he was holding a special long whip. When he waved it, the wind made a sound, and the void trembled slightly. When it fell on the ground, it would definitely crack gold and stone.

"You guys smell so bad. Weren't you so crazy just now? You almost killed me. Why are you pretending to be dead now?"

When she saw this, she sneered, swung the long whip away in her hand, and landed on the woman's back with a snap, causing the skin and flesh to burst open and blood to flow out.

The originally extremely dark robe was stained with a fishy odor.

Seeing this scene, the many spectators on the surrounding high platforms couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes, and they all cheered.

Many people like this kind of cruel and tragic scene, and they feel happy when the bloodthirsty in their bones is released.

"Still not ready to move, are you mute? You can't even hum..."

"In that case, don't blame me."

He saw his opponent lying on the ground, blood soaked around him, looking like he was out of breath.

The woman's expression turned cold and she already regarded him as a dead person. She waved her long whip and was about to end his life.

"stop."

But at this moment, a clear voice suddenly came from the high platform of the arena.

The woman who was about to swing the whip was stunned when she heard the words, and then subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

"Who?"

The audience, whose blood was boiling in their excitement, were very dissatisfied at being blocked in this way, and they all looked towards the place where the sound came from.

The person in charge of the arena here frowned even more when he heard this. I wonder who is so bold that he dares to openly defy the rules in the arena. Isn't it a shame?

Are you really not afraid of the consequences?

He looked over, about to scold and question, but when he saw the white-clothed figure next to the woman who was shouting clearly, he hurriedly swallowed his words and said, "Young... Young Master?"

The woman who shouted was wearing a wide skirt. Although she was dressed as a maid, she was very beautiful.

However, what attracted everyone's attention at this moment was the man in white sitting beside him, drinking tea with his eyes lowered.

His face is handsome and his temperament is outstanding.

The palm holding the tea has jade-like skin, fair and slender, exuding a sense of nobility and elegance.

Although his expression was casual, he seemed to have an innate sense of superiority and overlooking.

Many people who were originally dissatisfied with their interest being disturbed, after seeing the face of the man in white and recognizing his identity, their expressions changed, and they hurriedly retracted their words that they wanted to scold.

"Who is this? Why are you so arrogant and just yelled to stop?"

Many people who had just arrived in Jingyang City, the imperial capital, were puzzled by this, but after the kind explanations and reminders from people on the side, they understood, their expressions changed, and they kept silent.

Jiang Lan, the most powerful person in Daxia today, is known to everyone in the entire empire.

"Master..."

The steward in charge of the arena rushed over in a hurry.

"The massacre in the arena today is really boring."

"But that guy has won seven games in a row, and his skills are really good. You go and bring her to me..." Jiang Lan said lightly.

"Yes, Master." Several maids beside him hurried to the arena upon hearing this.

When the steward who rushed over quickly heard this, a scornful expression appeared on his face, and he bowed his waist and said, "Master, I didn't know you were here."

"Otherwise we'll put someone else on the field."

The short figure in the arena was used to defraud the bets today. She had already been told to swallow Huajin Powder, which would suddenly take effect during the fight.

In their plan, the short figure should have died of exhaustion in the fifth game.

But who would have expected that she would win all the way to the eighth game in a row, and then there were signs of exhaustion and defeat.

This also caused many of their previous plans to come to nothing.

Moreover, Jiang Lan was actually here, which they never expected.

It was really a dereliction of duty on the part of the arena to fail to let the young master enjoy the pleasing life-and-death fight.

"No need, I admire that guy very much. He is stubborn, perseverant, and has good strength."

"Although it looks a bit ugly, it doesn't matter." Jiang Lan said casually.

When the steward heard this, his face was full of surprise and envy and he said, "To be favored by you, young master, is a blessing that this guy has cultivated for several lifetimes."

"What's her name?" Jiang Lan asked.

"Master, her name is Chou'er."

The steward immediately replied, "She was brought back from the Guyue Kingdom. She is a killing tool that has been cultivated by the branch alliance there. She has won ten consecutive championships many times..."

The beings who can appear in the gladiatorial arena of Jingyang City, the imperial capital, are all outstanding without exception. They have experienced many life-and-death battles to get here.

The short figure lying on the arena, covered in blood, faintly heard the words coming from the high platform.

Through the strands of hair that were stuck together with blood clots, she raised her eyes and looked at the figure in spotless white clothes on the high platform. The other hand that was not limp also slowly relaxed.

Standing in front of her, the woman who had wanted to wield the whip before had her eyes full of jealousy, surprise, and unwillingness.

How could this guy with a filthy stench all over his body be valued by the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion? This is equivalent to the young master's family of the Changlong Merchant Alliance.

"Jiang Lan..."

"Why is he here too?"

Ye Ming, who was waiting for the end of the fight and auctioned off the ghost woman, did not expect to see Jiang Lan here again.

His expression changed again and again, and the many experiences he had experienced in the secret realm of Zixia Mountain came to his mind again. Hatred and murderous intent kept churning in his heart, but they were suppressed by him, and his fists clenched.

"As the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, isn't it normal for him to be in the imperial capital?"

"This auction conference and arena are also the industries behind them. It's not surprising that they appear here."

"You and this guy are so incompatible, how come we always meet?"

The old ghost seemed to shake his head and said helplessly.

Ye Ming looked very bad.

He always believed that Jiang Lan was the mastermind behind the secret realm of Zixia Mountain, but he had no evidence.

"I have changed my identity this time. He probably won't recognize me anymore..." he asked the old ghost.

Although he hated Jiang Lan in his heart and wanted to cut him into pieces, Ye Ming still knew himself.

He is not Jiang Lan's opponent at the moment. He can only hide and avoid his gaze like a rat in the gutter.

The old ghost didn't know how to answer this question.

The last time he was in Anyang City, even he didn't know how Jiang Lan discovered Ye Ming's true identity and used this to set up a trap to put the black trouble on his head.

At the moment, in this imperial capital, it is best to be cautious. As the son of the prime minister, Jiang Lan only needs one word to make them unable to escape.

"It seems that Jiang Lan is interested in the ghost girl, and he can get there first..."

Seeing Jiang Lan speak out, he asked the maid beside him to take the Ghost Clan woman away from the arena.

Ye Ming felt very unwilling, as if he was watching the big piece of fat that had been placed in front of him being swaggered around and taken away by Jiang Lan.

But he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only pretend not to see it.

This frustration, anger, and unwillingness made him feel helpless and furious.

"There is no way, there is really no way. I suspect that Jiang Lan knows the identity of the Ghost Clan woman, otherwise he would not have appeared there by such a coincidence."

"That guy is really scary. I feel like he is getting more and more unfathomable."

The old ghost sighed, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Apart from being incompetent and furious, Ye Ming could not do anything at the moment. He could only watch the Ghost Clan woman being taken away by Jiang Lan.

"Jiang Lan..." Ye Ming clenched his teeth, hatred and unwillingness were no longer enough to describe his emotions at the moment.

"This Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion seems to be much kinder than the rumors say..."

"I didn't expect that he would be so kind and save that poor woman."

Liu Xue's voice sounded from the side, with a bit of surprise and surprise.

Ye Ming looked ugly and glanced at her, but saw that there seemed to be something special in his eyes. He looked in the direction where Jiang Lan left and didn't even notice that he was looking at her.

Although he was not interested in Liu Xue, he was still very unhappy when he saw her like this. This woman was really superficial.

…

Back in the box, Jiang Lan noticed the good luck coming from Niwan Palace, and he felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

In fact, he hadn't paid attention to Ye Ming for a long time, so he didn't expect that he would appear in the imperial capital, and he even came to the auction conference.

If he didn't cut off Hu in advance, the future assassination king in the original plot might fall into Ye Ming's hands.

This son of luck is really favored by heaven, and any good thing can happen to him.

"The ghost clan's bloodline talent is not obvious yet, but it will soon show its strength. It has its own void talent, which is very convenient for hiding and killing people to find out information."

"Based on my understanding of her and using some tricks, it's easy for her to be devoted to me and serve me loyally."

Jiang Lan took a sip of tea and recalled the origin of the Ghost Tribe woman.

The ghost clan has long since disappeared from the land of Kyushu, and even the Longchang Merchant Alliance does not know its origins. They just treat them as ordinary human beings, thinking that they have extraordinary skills and are talented in killing, and are suitable for training as gladiators.

In the original plot, half of the ghost tribe woman's human blood was sold to the merchant alliance by her human mother. In exchange for a large amount of spiritual stones, she and her new love left for a foreign land.

As for his biological father, he is a pure-blooded ghost tribesman, but there is no unnecessary description of his specific origin.

"Sir, we have brought her here..."

At this time, several maids covered their noses and worked together to bring the ghost girl, who was exhausted and without much strength, to the box.

As soon as he entered, he was greeted by an extremely pungent bloody stench, which was simply disgusting.

Jiang Lan waved his hand to ask the maids to leave, and then looked at her with a normal expression.

His body is less than his shoulders, and he looks to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but the age of the ghost clan cannot be judged by his appearance.

The robe was somewhat torn and dirty, stained with blood and dirt, which had solidified into a foul-smelling dark brown color.

His hair was stuck together, very fluffy and messy, his face was covered with scars, and he was as ugly as centipedes. If some children saw this, they would probably be scared to tears.

At this moment, she seemed to notice Jiang Lan looking at her. Her head was hanging down, and her messy and fluffy hair hung down, covering most of her face.

One arm was still bleeding and hanging limply to the side. The other arm was hidden under the sleeve and clenched tightly, as if very nervous.

"I have ordered them to tear up the slave contract over there in the arena. You should be able to feel it."

"Ugly?"

Jiang Lan didn't seem to care about her filth and stench at the moment.

After looking at it, he nodded with satisfaction.

Hearing this, the Ghost Clan woman named Chou'er nodded, but her head was still hanging down.

"I won't make you sign a slave contract again."

"But again, you must listen to me." Jiang Lan said.

Chou'er nodded after hearing this.

"I know you can talk..."

Jiang Lan casually took out a bottle of elixir, poured out a purple elixir that was filled with glow and fragrance, and said, "Open your mouth..."

When Chou'er heard this, he raised his lowered head hesitantly and glanced at him, but he didn't dare to open his mouth.

"This is a healing elixir. After taking it, it will stop the pain and bleeding and allow your current injury to heal." Jiang Lan looked at her and said.

Chou'er was still very hesitant. She looked at his spotless robe and then at the white, slender and clean palm stretched out in front of her. With a look of inferiority in her eyes, she lowered her head again.

"Open your mouth..." Jiang Lan repeated again.

"I...I'm dirty..."

She finally spoke, her voice was very hoarse, like broken glass and a blunt instrument hitting each other, but it also had an indescribable clear quality.