Chapter 176
City Lord Hua...
City Lord Hua did not leave, and the surrounding ghost cultivators did not dare to come over. Cheng Hui thought about it and searched on the ground again, and soon found the remains of the jade pillar.
The wooden warehouse that City Lord Hua had used was very powerful, and the jade pillar was completely shattered. Cheng Hui picked and chose, and finally found a few relatively intact pieces, which were as big as watermelons.
He handed the broken pieces to City Lord Hua, who looked at him with raised eyebrows.
Cheng Hui considered it for a while and just said that the material of this jade was special, although a bit strange, and perhaps something could be researched out of it.
City Lord Hua accepted it with a smile, seemingly completely ignoring the strangeness that Cheng Hui mentioned.
Cheng Hui thought that with the strength of City Lord Hua, he had even dealt with the carnivorous plant. Even if there was something strange about the jade, it probably wouldn't be a big problem.
After dealing with these things in the square, City Lord Hua suddenly became a little bored.
She had no interest in the temple, so she simply found a house and visited it with great interest.
Most of the houses in the ancient city have been destroyed, and only a few are still intact. Lord Hua chose the one farthest from the temple.
"You two can do whatever you want. I'm going to take a nap." City Lord Hua took a quick walk around the house and then found a place to sleep.
Cheng Hui and Lin Qingyang looked at each other, left the room tacitly, and closed the door.
In order to prevent someone from accidentally disturbing the boss's sweet dreams, Cheng Hui even set up a protective magic circle at the door.
"What should we do now?" Lin Qingyang asked him.
Cheng Hui rubbed his chin. "Leaving is out of the question. How about just wandering around the house? The only way out right now is through the underground palace opened by the City Lord and his men. But given our strength, I don't recommend leaving right away. Who knows how many skeleton soldiers are still in there?"
Just because City Lord Hua and his men were able to get out safely doesn't mean they can do it too.
Don't think about escaping and end up losing your life. Lin Qingyang also agreed with his opinion. The situation is stronger than people, and when you are not as strong as others, it is best to follow your heart.
Cheng Hui sighed. At the moment, the safest way was to follow City Lord Hua. He would definitely return to Luowu City anyway. It was a pity that they might not be able to catch up with the ghost soldier passing through.
Uh... speaking of the ghost soldiers passing through, why hasn’t Uncle Ghost come out these days?
Cheng Hui looked at his cuffs suspiciously. There was a pattern of the jade bone bead hidden underneath. Uncle Gui usually only returned to the jade bone bead to recuperate when necessary, so why did it take so long this time?
Although he was puzzled, Cheng Hui did not show it. The surrounding environment was not suitable.
He and Lin Qingyang had nothing to do, and it was boring to just stay at the door, so they simply walked around in the small courtyard again.
They didn't dare to go near the city lord's room. Aren't there other places they can explore?
They walked around the courtyard and found that it was a very ordinary residence. The only special thing about it was probably that the materials used in this house were better and the house was relatively well preserved.
The distribution pattern of Wujiang Ancient City is that the most important temple is in the center of the city. People living in the central area of the city are either rich or noble, so the houses around it are relatively well preserved.
After touring this courtyard, Cheng Hui went to take a look next door. When he came back, he said to Lin Qingyang, "The layout of their house is so strange. It's asymmetrical, but why did they build a small house in the backyard? The house is so small, it's not suitable for living or storage."
The strangest thing was that in several yards he had visited, a small house like that had been built. Some of the houses had been damaged, but the small house was still well preserved.
What does this indicate?
This shows that the materials used to build this cabin are better than those used to build a house!
Cheng Hui was taking a nap. He initially thought it was a toilet, but then realized, who would build a toilet in the middle of the yard? The aesthetic of the Wujiang tribe is asymmetry, so it stands to reason that they should build this small house on the side of the yard to better suit their personality.
"What's inside?" Lin Qingyang was also aroused.
"There's nothing." Cheng Hui spread his hands. He had already gone in to check, but there was nothing in the small room.
Or even if there was something, it disappeared in the erosion of time.
Cheng Hui's appetite was rarely piqued, and he urged Lin Qingyang to go with him to check out other courtyards. Lin Qingyang naturally did not object, and the two of them quickly looked at all the surrounding courtyards.
Just as Cheng Hui said, every household has that kind of small house, and judging from the wear and tear, every household really used the best materials to build it.
"Interesting." Cheng Hui looked at several rooms, all of which were empty. Occasionally, he could see some debris on the ground, but it was really difficult to tell what it was.
Later, Cheng Hui had an idea and found the best-preserved courtyard near the temple. According to the previous rules, if even the courtyard could be preserved so well, the house would be preserved even more completely.
The two of them had just stepped into the gate of the courtyard and were about to go to the backyard when a thin ghost cultivator came towards them.
The ghost cultivator was holding a black stone the size of a fist in his hand. When he looked up and saw the two people, he immediately became alert and casually stuffed the black stone into his Qiankun bag.
In a place like this where you can explore freely, if you don't have the strength, you won't be able to keep the good things you find. The ghost cultivator's reaction is not surprising.
Cheng Hui pretended not to see him and pulled Lin Qingyang around him to the backyard.
The ghost cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't dare to stay for long and left quickly. Not long after, Cheng Hui and Lin Qingyang walked out of the backyard, looked around, and didn't find the thin ghost cultivator. They immediately showed a regretful expression.
"What a pity... I still don't understand what's going on." Cheng Hui said with regret.
"Let's look around later. He should still be searching for treasure nearby." Lin Qingyang advised.
"Forget it, let's just assume that I don't have this luck." Cheng Hui shrugged. The reason he wanted to find that ghost cultivator was just to satisfy his curiosity. There was no need to be so persistent.
Just now he and Lin Qingyang went to the backyard. The small house here was indeed the best preserved. Most of the things in the house had decayed, but only a rough outline was left.
There was an altar in the hut. There used to be something on the altar, but it was taken away by someone. The dust mark left behind was only the size of a fist. Cheng Hui immediately matched it with the black stone that the ghost cultivator had held before.
Unfortunately, they were a step too slow and still didn't figure out what the black stone being worshipped was.
Without the suspense, Cheng Hui felt a bit bored and had no desire to continue shopping. He was about to go back, but unexpectedly met a fat ghost cultivator at the door.
This ghost cultivator was smiling the whole time. When he saw Cheng Hui and Lin Qingyang, he came up to them enthusiastically and introduced them to... no, a temporary market.
Cheng Hui was a little surprised that these ghost cultivators would actually set up a temporary market. After going there, he was surprised to find that the scale of this temporary market was quite large.
It is about two streets long, and both sides of the street are full of ghost cultivators setting up stalls. The stalls are densely packed with all kinds of things. In addition to the ghost cultivators' harvests, there are also many ghost cultivators selling pills that they have refined themselves.
Cheng Hui looked around but didn't see anything he liked. He had already scanned all the goods that could be bought here in Luowu City. Just taking the things in his storage ring back to Xuanheng Realm would definitely make him a fortune, so he didn't think much of the things here.
Every two steps, Lin Qingyang suddenly pulled his sleeve. He looked over and was surprised to find that the man setting up a stall next to them was the ghost cultivator they had just seen!
Cheng Hui's eyes suddenly lit up, but he didn't go over immediately. Instead, he pretended to walk past casually.
The skinny ghost cultivator placed a lot of miscellaneous things on the stall, including spiritual plants, minerals, and many other materials that he himself could not even tell the difference, all piled together.
Cheng Hui deliberately made a detour and then came back from another direction. When he walked past his stall, he pretended not to see him and directly reached out to take one of the spiritual plants.
"Boss, how much is this bitter grass?"
"Three Yin stones." The thin ghost cultivator said in a muffled voice.
"Three? I can add one for this. Boss, do you have more Bitter Heart Grass? If so, I'll take all three Yin Stones." Cheng Hui said this in a generous manner. When he looked up and saw the skinny ghost cultivator, he pretended to recognize him: "Huh? It's you!"
The skinny ghost cultivator glanced at him without saying a word, and silently took out more bitter grass from his Qiankun bag.
Cheng Hui took a quick look and saw that there were only seven plants, plus the one that had been placed on display, a total of eight plants. He quickly took out twenty-four Yin stones and handed them over.
After the ghost cultivator handed him the bitter heart grass, he stopped talking.
Cheng Hui deliberately picked through the mess of materials, saying as he went along, "Tsk tsk, Phantom Glow Stone, that thing is useless except for lighting. Hundred-year-old willow heart? The main ingredient for refining Heart Purification Pills, it's not very useful. This is... Oh my god, this is a piece of bird poop, right? The air-dried kind. Why are you selling bird poop? Is it from some special bird?"
Cheng Hui looked at the ghost cultivator in confusion. The ghost cultivator looked at him for a long while, then slowly reached out to pick up the piece of dry bird droppings and threw it not far away.
Cheng Hui: ...
Cheng Hui's mouth twitched as he looked at the pile of materials and suddenly didn't want to continue rummaging through them. Even bird poop had come out, who knew what else might be inside.
But if I don't turn it over, it's not easy to buy the black stone. If I just reach out and take it, wouldn't it tell people that this thing is special?
Cheng Hui bought the black stone just to satisfy his curiosity, but he didn't want to be a sucker.
Just when he was worrying about how to proceed, a bark-peeled branch was handed to him. It was as long as his forearm and just right for him to rummage through the pile of junk.
When Cheng Hui saw it, he was immediately happy and said with a smile: "Thank you!"
After saying that, he took the small stick and rummaged through the pile of miscellaneous items. He didn't want to take advantage of this ghost cultivator, so he flipped through the pile and explained what these things were.
He knew most of them. After all, he had stayed in the library for a long time and was familiar with all kinds of basic materials. These ghost cultivators themselves were not very powerful, so the materials they could get were naturally not very valuable.
Even if he didn't recognize the rest, he still had Lin Qingyang. After the two of them worked together, they quickly sorted out the various things in the pile of miscellaneous items.
The reason why he couldn't distinguish them all was mainly because some things were really unclear. The world of cultivation is so big, and the three thousand worlds have their own characteristics. Even Lin Qingyang dared not say that he could recognize all the materials.
In the end, there were only a few things that Lin Qingyang classified into the pile of materials that he could not identify: a black stone, a piece of wood that looked like burnt wood, and a drop of something that was soft and cool to the touch, like a liquid and a solid at the same time.
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