Thriller: I created an alien asylum

Xiao Liu looked at them with dead fish eyes.

As he watched, a look of sudden enlightenment and admiration emerged in his eyes.

Is this an immersive performance?

Not only should you deceive others, but you should also deceive yourself, and never forget your personality at any time and in any place.

Xiao Liu didn't understand but was greatly surprised.

This is the real professionalism!

No wonder the other party was able to cheat 100,000, this is what the other party deserves.

Xiao Liu felt that he had learned a lesson, and he straightened his back involuntarily, staring at the stall in front of him with vigor.

In this case, he should also do his job well, love his job and do his job, only in this way can he make a fortune!

The owner of another stall listened to all this in silence, he kept his head down, and only when he heard the divination fee of 100,000, he turned his head and looked at the stall over there.

100,000...

Heh, another guy pretending to be a ghost.

He sneered in his heart.

It seems that this is another newcomer who doesn't know the rules. In the dark market, those who dare to do this have their skin peeled off and dried into meat jerky.

Is 100,000 enough to buy his life?

This stall knows Xiaoliu, who often comes here to sell stolen goods. Although Xiaoliu has also covered up his appearance, a thief like him has the lowest status in the dark market.

He is basically the kind of person that everyone looks down on, so Xiaoliu's stall is usually at the back.

There are only those stalls at the back, and the same people come and go. Those who are more familiar with each other basically have some understanding of their identities in their hearts.

Wu is a new face.

Not only does he act like a newcomer, but he also looks like a newcomer in that he doesn't know the rules.

In the past, there were people in the dark market who did something that didn't conform to the rules.

But soon, these people will learn a lesson.

As I said, who can come to the dark market without some skills?

If you dare to cheat here, then pray that your life is strong enough, otherwise you probably won't live to see tomorrow.

He silently moved the stall a little further away, so as to avoid the blood from the other side splashing over here and affecting his stall.

After Xiaoliu finished his admiration, he also remembered the unspoken rules of the dark market.

Xiaoliu glanced at Wu, but finally did not intend to remind him.

In the dark market, it is best to put away the heart that likes to meddle in other people's affairs, otherwise you don't know when you will get into trouble.

He, Xiaoliu, is just a low-class person. In this dark market, he can't afford to offend anyone. Keeping himself safe is the reason why he can always survive in the dark market.

The dark market will be open for another six days.

The later it is, the more people will come to the dark market.

All kinds of people come and go in the dark market.

In front of each stall, there will be a few customers.

Xiaoliu was lucky this time. He met a generous person who bought all the items on his stall at once.

Although the man was wearing a mask, his huge and sturdy body, his wealth that could not be concealed, and the thick gold necklace on his neck all revealed his identity. He was probably a coal boss or a nouveau riche from somewhere.

Several stall owners greeted him enthusiastically and placed the more valuable items on their stalls in the most conspicuous position.

Such rich people have always been their favorite customers.

They are not very knowledgeable, but they are willing to spend money. What's more important is that there will be no disputes over money.

Guan Jingshan bought antiques from several stalls without blinking.

Behind him was a man with an elite aura. Seeing him buying things like this, he couldn't help but whispered: "Boss."

"Huh? What's up?" Guan Jingshan said loudly in Mandarin with an accent.

The elite man couldn't help but move closer and whispered in his ear: "Boss, most of the goods here are of unknown origin."

Guan Jingshan frowned: "Are they real or fake?"

The elite man thought about the antiques they bought along the way, as well as some jewelry: "There are very few fakes, most of them are real."

"That's it, the things here are much cheaper than outside, and there is nothing real on the stalls in those antique streets outside. Humph, a bunch of scammers, saying that if you don't understand, don't buy it, spend money as a lesson."

"Alas." The elite man sighed: "Boss, although there are really a lot of things here, it is not very clean. It may be stolen goods or illegal items. You can only collect them after you buy them, and you can't show them to others."

"You know, am I that stupid? Anyway, I bought them to collect them, don't worry, hey, there are copper coins on that stall, let's go and have a look."

Guan Jingshan strode towards the stall next to Wu.

The man who had been keeping his head down did not raise his head even when Guan Jingshan walked to his stall. Instead, he had an attitude of not wanting to buy or not, not asking, and not offering.

Guan Jingshan pointed at the copper coins on the stall, "How much are these? I'll buy them all."

After a moment of silence, the stall owner said in a hoarse voice that was not his own: "One hundred and twenty thousand."

The elite man behind him took a look at the copper coins on the stall.

Some of those copper coins were of high value and some were of low value, but there were no very precious ones, but the advantage was that there were a large number of them, and these copper coins looked a little new, and they smelled earthy, like something that had just been unearthed.

The elite man understood instantly that the stall owner was probably a local thief.

This was only in the dark market, if it was put on those streets, it would probably be quickly covered by police cars.

Guan Jingshan glanced at the elite man, who nodded, indicating that the price was about right.

It was even slightly cheaper than the ones on the ground.

Of course, some antiques would be much more expensive, depending on how the stall owner sets the price.

Those who think that the items will be hidden dangers if they are left in their hands and want to sell them quickly will adjust the price slightly lower in order to get rid of the items as soon as possible.

Those who keep the price of the items unchanged or even a little higher are probably confident that nothing will happen to them even if they hold the items in their hands for a long time.

Such people are usually in the stalls or shops in front.

"I'll pay!"

Guan Jingshan waved his hand, and the elite man took out a dark gold coin representing 100,000 and two dark gold coins representing 10,000 from his bag and paid them to the other party.

After the stall owner received them, he immediately hid them on his body. At the same time, he wrapped the coins with a cloth and gave them all to the elite man.

The elite man looked at the cloth in his hand, which was still a little dusty, and twitched his mouth, but he didn't refuse.

After all, it would be hard to take away so much money without something to hold it.

After handing over the goods, the stall owner seemed to be afraid of being targeted, so he left soon.

Guan Jingshan sighed: "The people here are really mysterious. By the way, do you know if there are any legendary killers or mercenaries here?"