Thriller: I created an alien asylum

Although Wu refused the second-in-command's recruitment.

But the second-in-command still gave Wu a shop.

Whether Wujia joins the dark market or not, as long as Wu is there, it is a great publicity.

A fortune teller who can predict the future, as long as he can make a name for himself here, there will be a steady stream of people coming to the dark market.

Alternatives will also drive transactions in the dark market.

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Wu came out from the second-in-command.

Bo: "Master Wu."

Wu drank another bottle of mental potion.

He was a little worried about the other party, "Let's stop here today, let's go back?"

Wu waved his hand, "This is just the beginning, just a little mental consumption, you don't have to be so nervous."

He is S-level.

He is also the backbone of the Yiguihui.

Although he is not as good as those pillars, he is not a weak existence that needs protection.

Although Wu's attack power is indeed weaker, it depends on who he is compared with.

Compared with high-attack tricksters like Asuka A who can massacre a city by themselves, Wu's attack power is indeed not enough.

However, compared with those tricksters below S level, Wu is not very weak.

After all, he is also S level. If he is really weak, then he can't be rated as S level. He can become S level, not all because of the special nature of foresight.

For example, someone who only knows how to make money is only A level?

Bo couldn't beat the other party, so he had to follow Wu.

Wu continued to stroll in the dark market.

This time, he deliberately walked in places with heavy resentment.

He passed several stalls along the way and finally stopped in front of a stall.

This person was wrapped very tightly, and there was a mixture of perfume and something else on his body, which was very strong and choking.

People with a keen sense of smell would probably want to vomit when they smelled this smell.

The faces of the stall owners next to him were not good. If the place was not so small, they would want to stay as far away from this person as possible to avoid fuming their noses.

There were some strange things on this man's stall, and several of them were emitting strange and weird energy fluctuations.

I don't know how the other party could find these things so accurately.

I saw Wu coming over.

The man said in a hoarse voice with a strange accent: "What do you want to buy? These are all good things."

Wu took a fancy to one of the things that looked like a wooden sign, and he pointed at the wooden sign, "How much is this?"

The stall owner gestured.

One million!

Wu looked at him with interest.

The other party turned out to be an expert, but if he was an expert, why did he touch these contaminated items without any precautions?

The reason why this man sprayed such a strong perfume on his body should be to cover up the rotten smell emanating from his body.

However, the perfume failed to completely suppress the smell on his body. The two smells mixed together, but it was even more unpleasant.

The stall owner wore gloves, and his skin was tightly wrapped all over his body, not exposed at all.

Unfortunately, now that the protection is so good, it is useless.

Once the body is contaminated, then his body will gradually be assimilated by the pollution, either losing his mind and becoming a monster, or finding someone who can remove the pollution.

Since the other party is setting up a stall in the dark market and knows the goods, why doesn't he find a ghost master to remove the pollution?

Wu glanced at the wooden sign.

He didn't pay.

Instead, he moved his fingers and pulled out the resentment attached to the wooden sign.

He summoned an evil spirit with the resentment.

After the evil spirit was summoned, it circled around the stall owner, revealing some hatred and murderous intent.

The stall owner trembled all over, as if he felt a chill.

He tightened his clothes, but didn't care.

He whispered: "In addition to these items, I also provide some pig offal."

Bo's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt, pig offal?

The dark market is so down-to-earth? Are they still selling pig offal?

But he soon realized that pig offal should not refer to the real pig offal, but to other things.

Dark market.

The only thing that can be described with this word is probably the human organ trade, right?

Bo looked at the stall with a hint of murderous intent, a bunch of scum.

The source of organs for those who can do these transactions in the dark market is generally irregular, and may even involve human trafficking and murder.

Bo didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. There are countless evil people in the world. If he gets involved one by one, he probably won't be able to handle it.

But if the other party tries to target Master Wu...

At an angle that the other party can't hear, the evil spirit suddenly made a whining sound.

It circled around the other party again, and suddenly lay on the other party's back, with its small arms around the other party's neck.

But it is an evil spirit controlled by the witch. Without the witch's permission, it can't hurt anyone at all.

It can't even be seen by others.

The witch looked at the evil spirit thoughtfully. The evil spirit was transformed by resentment and it was impossible for it to have memories of its life before, but without memories, it actually had such great malice towards the stall owner.

I'm afraid that the owner of this resentment died at the hands of the stall owner.

Only in this way, the evil spirit transformed by the resentment will have such a strong hatred for the stall owner.

"Master Wu..."

Bo reminded Wu.

The Qigui Master is not allowed to attack ordinary people without reason.

The stall owner may have countless lives on his hands.

But as long as the other party does not set his sights on the witch, then the witch cannot interfere in the affairs of ordinary people.

This is not only a constraint on the trickster, but also to prevent the trickster from being too involved in the affairs of ordinary people.

Too much exposure to the malice of human nature will make the trickster's mind more unstable.

The witch raised his hand and summoned the evil spirit back.

The evil spirit was very small, only about 50 centimeters tall, with black air all over its body and black pupils.

The evil spirit looked at the witch, with a line of blood and tears in its eyes, and a "woohoo" pleading sound came out of its mouth.

The witch touched his chin: "Um..."

"Do you want revenge?"

The evil spirit nodded impatiently, staring at the witch with its big and scary eyes.

Ordinary people would probably have nightmares if they saw it.

But Wu Hebo, who was used to the terrifying and weird, thought the evil spirit looked cute.

The witch whispered to the stall owner: "You can't suppress the pollution in your body anymore, right?"

The stall owner was shocked, with an expression of disbelief on his face, as if he didn't understand how the other party could see it.

"I have a way to help you remove the pollution in your body."

The stall owner immediately said excitedly: "What method?"

The witch raised his hand and used the power of the evil spirit, and a curse fell on the other party.

Bo watched from behind and wanted to say something but stopped.

The stall owner only felt that his whole body was lighter, and the disease that brought him endless pain seemed to have left him far away.