A masked monk came up to the stage.

Judging from his clothes, he was one of the sect disciples in the hall yesterday.

He was holding an iron chain in his hand, and at the other end of the chain was a woman with a pretty face and thin clothes. Through the white and green veil, one could vaguely see her plump and white breasts.

The dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and through a few strands of drooping hair, they stared blankly ahead.

Who else could it be if not Tang Murou!

Tang Murou raised her head and looked around: "Ha! There are so many people. Is brother back? Is brother here to take Rouer home?"

The cultivator smiled and said, "To be honest, this woman killed my brother at the Immortal Alliance Conference. It's a pity for such a beautiful woman to die. I captured her and made her into a plaything. Anyway, she's a piece of trash, and I've played with her enough. The starting price is only one spirit stone, so please enjoy it for all the immortal friends!"

Even though her body is unclean, she is worth only one spirit stone for such a beautiful face?!

This is a naked humiliation!

Coal Ball is a silly child: "One Lingshi, that's not the price of a piece of candied haws."

It thought for a moment, then grabbed Jiang Niannian's hand and whimpered, "I will be a good boy from now on and never make you angry again. Please don't sell me out."

Jiang Niannian's mouth twitched: "What are you thinking about all day long? How can I sell you out?"

"When I stepped on the magic grass you planted a few days ago, you said you wanted to sell me."

"I was just saying that in anger."

Meiqiu didn't say anything. He glanced at the exhibition stand and said, "If I really want to sell it in the future, the minimum price is two spiritual stones. I don't want to give the same price as Bingtanghulu."

Jiang Niannian: “…”

Linlang Pavilion was originally a place for selling stolen goods and engaging in shady transactions. It was no secret that living people were sold there, but most of the sales were of mortals and non-human species. It was extremely rare to see a monk being sold at auction like today.

For a while, the sound of Meng Lang's laughter and nonsense was heard everywhere.

"Tsk, what a beauty. Haha, it looks like she's been played with so many times, right? She must be a little out of her mind."

"It just so happens that the beauty I photographed last time is getting bored. I've never tried such a cute girl before."

"She is beautiful, but she is not a virgin. She is also a little bit stupid. I am not interested in her."

"Oh, it's just one spirit stone, what else do you want?"

At this time, a person in the private room on the third floor said through the curtain: "This gentleman actually brought some good stuff. We have to check it first to see if there are any other defects."

The monk smiled and said, "Of course."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve, injected spiritual energy into it and let it burn slowly.

Then, Tang Murou stood up like a puppet, taking off her clothes layer by layer, stretching out her beautiful calves and gently hooking them, as if tempting people to taste them.

All the noise at the table stopped and all eyes were fixed on this place in amazement.

Yin Buqi just glanced at her coldly, then withdrew his gaze without any fluctuation and fell on Jiang Niannian, but he saw some anger in her eyes and her fingertips slightly dug into her palm.

"Nian Nian, what's wrong?"

"Tang Murou really deserves to die. I just think it's disgusting to sell a living person like this. I wonder how many other women have become playthings in such transactions... But, is she really stupid?"

Yin Buqi shook his head: "Not sure."

The monk continued, "Don't worry, I have already branded this woman with a soul-bewitching mark. Once I activate the spell, she can be manipulated at will."

Jiang Ziyou asked: "What is the Soul-Bewitching Seal? Master never taught me."

Jiang Niannian said, "It is a spell created by the Hehuan Sect. The person who is imprinted with the Soul-Bewitching Seal will have his body and soul controlled by the master, and he will be unable to live or die."

Yin Buqi's expression became even colder, and he asked, "How did Nian Nian know?"

"I've seen it in a storybook, but I never thought it really existed."

The auction has begun and people are bidding.

"One hundred spirit stones!"

"Five hundred spirit stones!"

"Five hundred and fifty spirit stones!"

The bidders in the ordinary seats on the second floor were making louder and louder noises, but no one in the private rooms on the third floor made a sound. It seemed that they all wanted to leave their money to compete in the art of pulling the strings.

"Six hundred spirit stones, is there a higher price?"

At this time.

In the private room on the third floor, a pair of hands reached out and threw out a silver sign.

The auctioneer from Linlang Pavilion picked it up and took a look, then said crisply, "One thousand spirit stones."

Many people laughed out loud: "This woman actually bid for 1,000 spirit stones from one spirit stone."

He didn't raise the price. After all, she was pretty, but it wasn't necessary to spend a thousand spirit stones to buy her.

The monk didn't expect that he asked Tang Murou to put on her clothes and pulled her up to the third floor.

Tang Murou followed happily: "Where's my brother?"

The monk said impatiently, "It's in front."

Tang Murou clapped her hands: "Then let's hurry up, I really want to see my brother soon, and I also want to tell him that you bullied Rouer and hurt her so much."

"Oh, you're sick."

The monk knocked on the door of a private room on the third floor.

A voice came from inside the house: "Come in."

There were four people in the room, three men and one woman, all wearing masks. The one in the middle with black hair and red eyes was sitting at the table.

The monk asked, "Could it be that this immortal is attracted to this bitch?"

Yin Buqi sneered, turned his head, and put on a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth. The light in his eyes was gloomy and violent, without any tenderness. He did not answer the monk's words, but asked: "Tang Murou, I have been looking for you for a long time, and finally we meet again."

Tang Murou's pupils trembled, and her face turned pale: "You..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly groaned in pain. Yin Buqi's pressure made it hard for her to breathe. Her lips turned even paler. She staggered back a few steps, "Yin Buqi, I was wrong. I don't want to kill Yin Ci. Please... please let me go..."

Judging from her looks alone, she is undoubtedly a beauty. However, at that moment, people could only see her twisted ugliness from the inside out, just like her already dark heart.

"Oh, let you go. Your hands are still stained with Yin Ci's blood."

When the monk saw Yin Buqi transform into a scarlet black iron sword, he tactfully closed the door and left.

Yin Buqi laughed coldly and said, "It seems that he is really stupid."

He raised his hand slightly, and a barrier quickly formed in the private room.

The coal ball transformed into a beast with an extremely ferocious look on its face. It rushed forward and bit off one of Tang Murou's ears.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Tang Murou screamed in horror, covering the wound with her hands. She looked at the blood on her hands and trembled continuously: “Blood! So much blood! Don’t kill me, please don’t kill me!”

The outside world knew nothing about this, and new items continued to be brought onto the stage, and there was another round of bidding.

The pressure in the barrier increased rapidly, and Tang Murou finally collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on. She propped herself on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood, revealing nine snow-white fox tails behind her.

Jiang Niannian asked in confusion: "Buqi, what are you doing?"

"Cut off her nine tails before killing her, otherwise she won't die."