As she spoke, the melon-eating mini girl suddenly flew out of the cup wall, looked in the direction of the chess mist, and asked curiously:

"Grandpa Dawu, what race does your horoscope indicate?"

"Is it true that they are undead?"

However, his usually amiable and grumpy look now had a somewhat subtle expression.

The old man with the white beard laughed loudly, flicked his finger, and pushed the flying mini girl back into the teacup, and said loudly:

"Jiang Yi is probably far from being able to come up with 40 billion!"

The little girl leaned back into the cup again, tilting her head with a puzzled look in her eyes.

Isn't it Jiang Yi?

But even if it wasn't Jiang Yi, why was the old man so happy?

The little girl soon discovered that Grandpa Whitebeard's hearty smile was directed at Grandpa Big Fog.

Sure enough, amidst the laughter, Qi Wu's expression became more and more stiff.

Huo Ding at the side also laughed: "It seems that some old man with no moral integrity has sneaked in."

After these words were spoken, the little girl in the teacup rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, her big dark eyes lit up: "I know!"

"It's not Jiang Yi, nor is it a young genius!"

"There is an older bad uncle who pretends to be a young genius!"

"But who is it?"

The little girl blinked her eyes, her face full of surprise.

Even the old man with the white beard suddenly said something strange:

"Could it be that your unique horoscope really belongs to the undead race?"

Qiwu did not answer.

Uncle Huo Ding actually laughed: "The Immortals? If he really has an Immortals' horoscope, can he take it out and auction it?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Qi Wu again, and said meaningfully:

"I don't know. That special horoscope might be a scam."

The white-bearded old man raised his eyebrows and sat down on the sofa in the private room.

The little girl in his teacup was still confused and curious: "How can a special horoscope deceive people? Is it some special race?"

While these spectators were leisurely discussing this.

The bidding on the field turned into a tug-of-war!

Almost immediately after the White Camp announced the price of 40 billion, the Gold Camp raised the price to 50 billion.

Then, the gold and white camps formed a fierce confrontation!

And each time the price increases, it reaches hundreds of millions!

One billion to the left, one billion to the right!

The price quickly soared to hundreds of billions!

Afterwards, the White Camp also raised the price to the hundreds of billions level!

Thus, a new round of tug-of-war begins——

One hundred billion left, one hundred billion left!

Jiang Yi was in the red camp box in the middle, and he felt more and more numb!

But fortunately, he was not the only one who was numb at this time.

But the entire red camp!

Or to be more precise...

At this time, except for the two bidding parties, all other players should be numb, right? !

Is the money these two groups of people gave real money?

At this time, Yan Hui had completely calmed down and was sitting obediently on the sofa in the private room, not saying a word.

Sekiguchi Saki lowered his voice and guessed:

"Could it be..."

"That special horoscope is really from the undead, right?"

Jiang Yi felt that this was outrageous.

Can the undead clan's exclusive horoscope be put up for auction? !

What is the origin of chess fog? !

Although he may not be as old as the Lord of Huangquan, his racial background should be rich enough.

At this moment, Jiang Yi couldn't help but be moved——

If it really is a horoscope exclusive to the undead, it would be great if he could get it!

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi looked at Zhuang Hui again.

He found that by this time he was tired and no longer paid attention to the bidding.

Instead, he lowered his brows, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Yi's mind moved, and suddenly he said:

"Speaking of this black market..."

"Have there been any murders or the like?"

As soon as she said this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at him, as if she was immersed in her own thoughts.