Chapter 259
The old man was not young, but his movements were extremely agile. He led Cheng Hui and the others around in circles, and no one knew how they got there, until they arrived outside a small courtyard of a residential building.
"This is it." The old man walked forward and knocked on the door.
Cheng Hui looked him up and down. He looked ordinary enough, but he was a little puzzled. How could a black market exist in a place like Blood Battle City? No matter how he thought about it, it seemed unlikely.
"You sell this kind of stuff... and no one cares? Will a group of people show up and take us away?" he asked deliberately.
The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't worry, it's fine. We are registered here. We pay taxes on time, and no one will come to check."
Cheng Hui had a look on his face that said 'don't mess with me'.
This is a lie, right? I've never heard of anyone paying taxes on time in the black market.
"Really," the old man explained. "The owner of this shop wanted to open a large store on the street, but later found that the items on the demons were too difficult to process. No one except the command group had the skills to do it. Later, he discovered that some shop owners liked to collect these strange and bizarre things, so he opened this hidden little shop."
After the old man finished explaining, he muttered softly that he didn't know why the boss insisted on opening a store in this remote corner and specially found people like them to guide the customers. However, in his opinion, the sound of this store should be pretty good and the payment is also generous.
Cheng Hui immediately understood. He didn't expect that the store owner was so good at catering to customers' psychology.
The reason the store is hidden in a small alley is probably to create a sense of mystery. After all, this has instantly elevated the store's prestige. If they give a secret signal when the door opens, you won't be able to ask for anything inside unless you pay three or two times the price.
With a creak, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with one eye and an eye patch.
He is a burly man with messy hair and a full beard, making him look very shabby. But one look at his sharp eyes and you know that he is not someone to be trifled with.
The burly man looked around, and when he saw Cheng Hui, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he set his gaze on the old man: "What's the matter?"
The old man was startled by the strong man's gaze and said quickly, "It's these two distinguished guests who want to buy goods."
The burly man glanced at Cheng Hui and the others and said coldly, "Do you know what I sell here?"
The old man quickly answered for them: "I know, I know, that's why I came here."
"Okay, then come in." After saying that, he made way and casually threw a small silver melon seed to the old man.
The old man was so happy that his teeth were showing. He said goodbye to Cheng Hui and the others with a smile and left.
Cheng Hui followed the burly man into the campus with a smile in his eyes.
When the strong man closed the door, he turned around and showed a helpless smile: "Brother Cheng, why are you here?"
"It was purely an accident!" Cheng Hui spread his hands and said, "I was just strolling around. Who would have thought I would run into you, Brother Zhou?"
This strong man with a beard was one of the companions that Cheng Hui invited to drink with Instructor Chen that day.
"Why are you suddenly looking to buy materials from the demon?" the bearded man asked casually. "Let me tell you, it's very troublesome to make this stuff yourself, and you might not even get it right. We're just using this stuff to trick people."
The corner of Cheng Hui's mouth twitched. Is it really okay to say it so bluntly?
Zhou Tian obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Although most people are afraid of the word "Tianmo", there are always some people in this world who are rich and stupid and like to use Tianmo to decorate their rooms.
This is similar to those people who like to cover their rooms with tiger skins, bear skins, etc. At most, they replace those skins with the heads of demons or something else.
After Zhou Tian said this, Cheng Hui understood and immediately lost interest in the things here.
He wanted to see if the materials on these demons had any value, but it was easy to imagine that anything that was used by Brother Zhou and his men to fool the poor would have been drained out long ago, even if it had any value.
Zhou Tian guessed what he was thinking when he saw his lack of interest, and immediately laughed: "Okay, don't be so disappointed. After all, you can still call me Brother Zhou. Don't worry, I will definitely give you something good."
Cheng Hui was stunned when he heard this: "Brother Zhou, didn't you say that those things were used to fool the innocent?"
Zhou Tian smiled and said, "Even if you're trying to trick the unlucky ones, you still have to give them something good. Besides... besides the unlucky ones, there are also some cultivators who come to buy things occasionally, and they all want good things."
Cheng Hui perked up instantly and pretended to be puzzled as he asked, "Do cultivators also want to buy materials from demons? What do they buy them for? To make weapons?"
"That's not the case." Zhou Tian thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "I haven't seen them use weapons made of demons, and the things they want are also very strange, such as demon blood, demon viscera... all kinds of messed up things. What? You want them too?"
Cheng Hui thought about it and decided that since he didn't have any special purpose, and since those cultivators were in need of the devil's blood, he might as well give it a try.
Zhou Tian brought people into the room. As soon as Cheng Hui entered, he noticed that there were several other people in the room besides them.
Those people were either rich or noble, and they were all dressed very smartly. There was a man in his twenties standing next to them, who was enthusiastically selling something.
Zhou Tian gave him a wink.
Cheng Hui: ...
I see, this is probably what is called a sucker...
The man was very good at talking. With just a few words, he made the three distinguished guests smile happily. With a wave of his hand, he bought the three heads of the demon.
The man was overjoyed and immediately ordered the servant to pick up the goods. When Cheng Hui saw the goods, he almost laughed out loud.
The little demon's head was covered with the thorns of a wild boar. He was obviously an unlucky guy who was shot in the back, but he was touted as a rare species of demon. Cheng Hui was quite impressed by this man.
Zhou Tian also knew that this kind of thing could not fool the soldiers on the battlefield, so he had to wink at Cheng Hui repeatedly, hinting that he must not be exposed.
Cheng Hui suppressed his laughter and followed Zhou Tian hurriedly across the room and out through the back door.
The three were very curious about why Cheng Hui and the others went to the backyard, but after being fooled by the man, they turned their attention back to the demon.
These three demon heads are the most important gains of their trip. If they take this rare and precious species back, who knows how many people will envy them.
Cheng Hui followed Zhou Tian to the backyard. There was a stone table and several stone benches in the middle of the yard. He motioned for the two to sit for a while, then asked a servant to serve them tea, and then went to the warehouse to pick up the goods.
Not long after, he brought a box about one meter tall and placed it next to the stone table.
"Look, these are all pretty good things, from my personal collection." Zhou Tian said, wiping the sweat from his head.
When Cheng Hui opened the box, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Although the materials Zhou Tian brought were also from the demon, they were not what Cheng Hui wanted.
What's stored here are some things with obvious characteristics, and their functions are similar to those of the three little demon heads before. The only difference is probably that these are real things.
"Don't want this? Then what do you want?" Zhou Tian sat aside and poured himself a cup of tea without any courtesy.
Cheng Hui thought about it and was actually not sure what he wanted. He just occasionally discovered that some demons had a strange aura during the battle.
That aura was ethereal and would disappear when he wanted to find it. Moreover, not every demon had that aura. He had been on duty several times and killed tens of thousands of demons, but only one percent of them had that aura.
He intuitively felt that the strange aura would be of great help to him, but unfortunately, the people responsible for cleaning the battlefield were all specialized personnel, and the collected corpses of the demons would be sent back to the logistics department, so he had no chance to come into contact with them.
He had also looked at the parts that were made into weapons, and there was no aura he was looking for. He came out this time just to try his luck, but unfortunately... his luck didn't seem to be very good.
Forget it, let’s talk about it next time.
Cheng Hui was not in a hurry. He would stay in this world for fifty years and he would eventually meet her.
"Huh? It's really not what you want?" Zhou Tian asked after putting down the teacup.
He touched his chin: "Shouldn't it be? How about you also have some Heavenly Demon Blood?"
Cheng Hui was about to leave, but when he heard what he said, he sat back down.
Zhou Tian glanced at him and couldn't help muttering, "You really want it... Okay, wait a moment." After that, he left in a hurry.
Soon, he came back with a small porcelain bottle the size of a palm and placed it in Cheng Hui's hand.
Cheng Hui opened the bottle and a faint smell of blood wafted out.
"This is the blood of the devil that those cultivators want. We don't have any internal organs at the moment. Please see if this is what you want first."
Cheng Hui poured out a little bit of blood. The dark red blood gave off a faint fishy smell. He vaguely felt that wonderful breath again.
Cheng Hui was secretly delighted. He didn't expect that he would actually feel that breath in this essence and blood.
"How much is this? I want it." He said to Zhou Tian.
Zhou Tian smacked his lips. "This stuff is hard to refine. It takes thirty to fifty ordinary lesser demons to extract even this little bit. Are you sure you need this?"
"Sure, Brother Zhou, please name a price."
"Alright." Zhou Tian scratched his head: "Then let's do three hundred battle merits."
"Okay." Cheng Hui took out his ID card without saying anything and completed the transaction.
Then he added, "Brother Zhou, if there are any offal, please leave some for me."
"Don't worry, I will definitely leave a copy for you." Zhou Tian waved his hand to indicate that he would remember it.
"Thank you very much, Brother Zhou." Cheng Hui thanked him politely, and then returned to the camp with the small bottle of demon blood.
"There's something strange about this essence and blood." Lin Qingyang had been acting like a wallflower from just now, and only suddenly said this after returning to the tent.
"That's great, you can come and take a look too." Cheng Hui poured out another drop of essence and blood and gave it to Lin Qingyang, asking him to try and feel it as well.
Lin Qingyang placed the essence and blood in his palm and circulated his spiritual power. Soon, the essence and blood passed through his skin and was absorbed into his body.
When it comes to playing with blood, he is an expert. Others may not be able to discover the secrets, but he can easily find the special features of this blood.
"It's the breath of the void! This drop of blood contains a wisp of the breath of the void!" Lin Qingyang said in surprise.
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