In this Netherworld Market, most stall owners do not charge metal coins. Charlotte even asked the stall owners of several stalls, and the dead ghosts all asked for some magical materials, and some even claimed to have Charlotte's lifespan!

Ha, so you are talking about this here? I think only our underworld has a life and death book?

Do you want my lifespan? Do you believe that if I sprinkle this bottle of holy water and turn you into ashes?

In fact, these ghosts who can travel between the two worlds through some means are not ordinary existences.

Think about it, it is the same. No matter where it is, ordinary people can only live their lives in a real way. Such behavior of using the different gaps between the two worlds to re-buy and sell is not something that ordinary people can do?

These ghosts cannot be reborn or go to the kingdom of the gods for various reasons. They wander in the underworld and suffer endless loneliness.

They often try to get rid of their own difficulties through other means. For example, if Charlotte trades with the ghost stall owner, part of his vitality will be traded as currency to the stall owner. If the ghost stall owner gets vitality, he will be much better and more comfortable. If Charlotte loses this part of his vitality, his health limit will be permanently reduced.

If an ordinary person loses part of his vitality, his life span will naturally shorten, just like he has aged several years in an instant.

Like the hunting dog Casro, he used his life as a bargaining chip. When his revenge is completed, he may die directly. His remaining vitality will belong to any stall owner. Therefore, this hunting dog is revengeing his life. Both the enemy will die...

It would be fine if you don’t collect the golden dragon. What made Charlotte most annoyed was that Alice actually changed a lot of things with the little bits she usually collected!

Damn! What kind of values ​​do these dead ghost stall owners have? You don’t want them for real money! Those little things that you don’t need are so fucking like. It’s so fucking ignorant!

Charlotte was so angry that he almost took out his dog worth more than 200 kilograms and traded... I'll give out a dog! Do you want it?

Charlotte and his friends walked among the scattered stalls, feeling like he was on weekends with his friends before traveling through time.

Someone who sells swords and armor... Charlotte picked up a breastplate that was not much bigger than a vegetable basin.

Brother, is this really a breastplate? Is this for halflings and dwarfs? In our hometown, you are only called a heart protection mirror. It is already praising it if you say it is a vest.

Someone selling antiques... Charlotte pointed to a metal jar with beautiful patterns inlaid with gold edges.

Brother, don’t sell your urinal with gold edges. Why not leave it to your son as a family heirloom.

There are also those selling materials... Charlotte picked up a gray mushroom that looked like a smiling face on the slap.

Brother, what are you doing with mushrooms like this?

Oh, it can be crushed into powder and used to suck it to cause hallucination. The soul will travel to the underworld. Don’t say that the mushroom is so big, it has a lot of weight.

Hello! Yao Yaoling? Yes! Yes! I called the police, someone sells fans here! Come here quickly, the scene can no longer be controlled.

To be honest, buyers like Charlotte who don’t buy things and are specializing in making trouble will have been beaten long ago when they encounter someone with a bad temper!

However, these ghost stall owners may have been a little older than they have died. They have long lost their temper. They have to negotiate the price when they buy it, and they just don’t buy it. They don’t even look at Charlotte more.

Charlotte swayed among the many stalls, wandering in the sea of ​​complaints. Suddenly, the old man called Charlotte aside. He pointed to a piece of metal ore on a stall.

The metal ore was gray-black, with a little metallic light, about the size of an adult's palm. It looked like a stone mixed in a pile of coal.

However, as a senior dwarf, my brother naturally needs to explain his understanding of minerals.

Charlotte asked in a low voice: "Why did you find something good, brother?"

The old man nodded, "Did you see that ore? It's a piece of iron ore. It seems that the content and quality are not low. It's worth buying..."

According to my brother's explanation, Nether Tie has a very good resistance to negative energy.

Generally speaking, if an ordinary steel weapon is eroded by negative energy, it will decay and become unusable within a few minutes. It is like being buried underground for many years and breaks when touched.

In terms of data, the durability drops very quickly.

Some warriors always get at a disadvantage when facing the undead spell caster. One is that the undead magic is too deadly to the living, and the other is that low-level weapons and armor of average quality will always be damaged quickly in battle.

A warrior without weapons and armor wouldn't he be a tiger whose minions were pulled out?

However, if you mix Nether Iron's weapons and armor, your resistance to negative energy will become very strong.

Since my brother strongly recommended it to Charlotte, he naturally had to find a way to buy this ore.

But what should I trade with the stall owner? Alice's little bits and pieces have been almost replaced. Alice's collection is becoming more and more bizarre. Moreover, not all stall owners are interested in those little bits and pieces!

Besides, if Charlotte is a man, he is not at ease to spend the little girl’s money?

He just wondered what I had here, could this devil look down on? Why don't you? Then look at that?

After a deal between chickens and ducks, the ore was finally obtained by Charlotte and the others.

The last thing that the devil stall owner liked was beyond Charlotte’s imagination!

He fell in love with Charlotte's remaining half of Lao Ganma!

It was the one who had learned the self-indulgent Lao Ganma after eating the broken horns for a while! Since then, Charlotte has not allowed him to eat Lao Ganma again. So half a bottle is left...

I didn't expect to use it here!

You are a dead ghost, can you eat?

As a result, the stall owner ate half of the can of Lao Ganma in front of Charlotte!

The ghost stall owner, who originally had a pale face and looked like an illusion, became solid after eating half of the can of Lao Ganma, and his face became rosy!

Although it didn't last long, the ghost stall owner still left tears of excitement. He hadn't felt it real in nearly a hundred years.

After death, I can no longer feel my body, no five senses, no color, sound, smell, taste and touch. I feel everything with the senses of ghosts, as if I am isolated from the entire world.

This is why these ghosts cannot tolerate this state. They are simply a kind of torture that has no end.

The seven-foot-foot man actually started crying after eating Lao Ganma!

"Hey brother! Are you okay? Don't cry!" Charlotte felt guilty at the time: Don't it's Lao Gan Ma's expiration? I remember that bottle of Lao Gan Ma, but it was a long time ago!

Otherwise, how could a seven-foot man cry?

"I... oh, oh, I'm fine... I just want to cry... I didn't expect that after so long I died, I could still taste such delicious food! oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm fine for the rest of my life~"

After the ghost stall owner finished speaking, he ascended to the sky in front of everyone and disappeared! He actually fulfilled his wish and returned to the Kingdom of God!

Damn! Hey, I'm ascending to heaven again! Hey? Why do I say again?

Suddenly, Charlotte and the others were surrounded by a stall owner!

A ghost rushed over: "Brother, look at my best ancestral sword in the village! It's super useful! I'll just slap my old godmother! Brother, take a look!"

Another ghost suddenly knocked him away: "You can drive it for me...Brother, look at me! Look at me! The ancestral armor is invulnerable to swords and guns..."

Another ghost rushed out and slapped him away: "Get away! Brother, my ancestral shield is the best! I just lick Lao Ganma!"

Then another ghost grabbed his neck and threw him into the big ditch beside him: "It's cool there, where are you going?" Then he leaned over to Charlotte and handed over a jar of gold-plated carved flowers.

This jar looks very unique, with a special sense of art, and a faint magical light shines in Charlotte's concentration sense!

The ghost said: "Brother! Brother, I have no inappropriate thoughts! Just let me smell it!"

Charlotte took the exquisite and unique jar and asked, "Oh? You are not greedy. But what's your thing passed down from your ancestors?"

"Brother! Big brother, you really know the goods! This is my ancestral urinal!"

Upon hearing this, Charlotte suddenly grabbed the can on the ghost's head and put him into the ditch with one kick.

"Get away! You can go as far as your mind goes, go away! Get off with a quick whip!"

Ghost: I'll be back...

Charlotte suddenly realized that this guy was the stall owner of the gold-edged urine jar that he complained about just now? But this jar was not the one he saw just now, so he didn't react.

What kind of styles are quite complete!

"Listen to me! The magic secret medicine prepared by Tao Huabi, a food alchemist in the Great Heavenly Dynasty, was gone..."

After much persuasion, Charlotte made it clear. Lao Ganma was only half a bottle, and she was toasted by the ascensioner. Then the group of ghost stall owners quickly returned to their dead spirits. They still needed to continue to endure endless loneliness...

...After walking for a while, just as everyone's interest subsided and they were about to leave, Timojun suddenly brought everyone to a stall.

"Sir, this is this! This is especially suitable for breaking corners!" Timo pointed to a huge, dark, thick and long, with spikes on the stall...a big stick!

The stall owner of this stall looked like a powerful warrior during his lifetime. He was extremely handsome, covered with tattoos, and had many long braids of all sizes on his head. He looked like a barbarian from the north!

There was a huge wound on his chest, two slaps, and it seemed that this was the cause of his death.

The voice of the barbarian stall owner was as rough as his appearance, "You are the friends of Xiao Timo? My name is Seriji, and Timo's friends are my friends. Friends don't talk about transactions. Take whatever you like. It's my Seriji, a gift I gave to my friends."

I'll go! Timojun, you can! In just a while, you can make a friend and give you a gift! Are you really brothers in the world?

Charlotte was about to say a few polite words, and then took the thing and left.

Timo waved her hand proudly, "Brother Cheriji, how can I let you suffer if you treat me as a friend? If you don't accept anything today, you just look down on me Timo!"

Charlotte slapped himself in the face... You are really worthy of being "Timoran with both ribs", so loyal!

Facing the deep brotherly scene in front of you, what else can Charlotte say? Pay for it!

Finally, Charlotte turned the inventory upside down and finally found something suitable for the owner of Siluji.

It's good that Charlotte used the undead amulet that he only used once earlier!

This thing is a fine blue jewelry, but it is one of the three-piece sets of Ghost King, and it is especially suitable for the undead. It is not considered a cold-blooded stick used to exchange for the big stick that Charlotte and the others like.
Chapter completed!