"Strange...weird?"

Hearing Jiang Yan's words, the smile on the strong man's face was almost unable to be maintained. In his cognition, those who could interact with monsters were either cultists, blood families, or martial artists who made a living by capturing and buying monsters.

And these people are all cruel people.

Fierce and cruel.

His head drooped, and he didn't dare to look directly at the other person anymore. He could only use his light to observe, trying to judge whether this was just a joke based on the other person's expressions and actions.

"Yes, it's weird."

Jiang Yan seemed to not notice the strong man's condition, and a smile appeared on his face:

"I heard that Hero Pavilion is a black market in Nanyan City with many channels, which should meet my needs."

"It's OK, it's OK." The strong man finally raised his head, his face also had a large smile, and his tone was a little restrained:

"I know there are several chambers of commerce, and they are all there."

When he said this, he slightly turned his head and slowly scanned the entire inner hall, and his eyes stopped in a corner.

Then, he raised his arm and pointed in that direction:

"Guest, that person is from the Arc Chamber of Commerce, and there are things you need."

"Oh?" Jiang Yan looked in the direction where the strong man's arm extended, and saw a little blurry, but he could still tell that it was a man.

At this moment, the man was sitting in the deepest part of the inner hall, facing his back to this side.

"Thank you."

After finding the target, Jiang Yan no longer had a strong chance to be strong, so he threw it away at will. Then he walked closer to the vague figure and sat down opposite him.

"A new face."

The man whose real face was covered by a funny grizzly bear mask raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yan, and said casually:

"Let me guess which person you belong to.

"Well, you don't have the weird 'flavor' of cultists and the 'confidence' of aristocratic families. You are a folk warrior, right?

"You have the 'good' in your hand and want to buy it for me?"

Your "blind push" also requires strong confidence... Jiang Yan did not answer the question of the man wearing a grizzly bear mask, and went straight to the point:

“I want to buy weird from you.”

"Buy……"

The man repeated these two words in the bass, clasped his hands together, and straightened his back a little. He looked Jiang Yan up and down for a few breaths, and his tone became gentle and no longer casual:

"What ranks do the guests want, and how many?"

Jiang Yan pondered for a moment and said seriously:

"The higher the rank, the higher the number, the better."

The weirdness sold as "goods" must be in a sealed state. No matter what kind of "grade" you buy, there is always a way to kill and obtain weird values.

Hearing Jiang Yan's tone so loudly, the man who belonged to the Arc Chamber of Commerce was angry and laughing, and he only heard him say:

"Would you consider that 'Eighth-level weird'?"

"Eighth level is available? Eighth level is also sold?"

Jiang Yan rubbed his eyes hard, trying to see the other party's expression through the grizzly mask... Level 8, it is a strange and even weird way of a warrior in the pattern realm, with some extreme combat power.

Now, such a powerful existence can actually be equivalent to "goods".

"Of course there is, of course it is sold." The man raised his chin slightly:

"My Arc Light Chamber of Commerce has a great master in charge, so I naturally have the ability to capture it alive and suppress the eighth-level weirdness."

After saying this, he stared at Jiang Yan, his voice no longer fluctuated:

"Do you want to listen to the price of this eighth-level weird person?"

I can't afford it after hearing this. The eighth-level living strangeness may be more precious than the ninth-level materials in the eyes of some people... Jiang Yan put his hands together and rubbed the lotus mark in the palm of his palm. There, most of the eight Luo Cang families accumulated.

"No need." Jiang Yan shook his head: "Let's tell me about the price of level 4 to level 7. Level 8 is too far from me, so I don't want to be hit."

"Haha...I thought you would listen."

The man shook his head, teased, and then clicked on a sound-ban sign to block the surroundings, and talked about the prices with Jiang Yan.

After a while, Jiang Yan handed a stack of Yuanjing notes to the man, and then the two stood up one after another.

"In half a month, the guest will come here to find me. I will prepare the amount you want." The man stuffed Yuanjing notes into his pocket and his tone became lighter.

"good."

Jiang Yan nodded and asked:

"What if my other things are delayed and I can't find you on time?"

"That's fine. Your share will be stored first, but when you deliver it later, you need to pay an extra talisman loss fee, which will be used to suppress the weirdness."

"That's how it is."

Jiang Yan nodded slightly and agreed.

...

...

The next day.

early morning.

After inquiring, Jiang Yan came to the Qingmutang station and saw vehicles full of goods, busy Qingmutang disciples, and Baihetang who were standing on the edge and gathered together.

"Jiang Yan, you're late."

Seeing Jiang Yan, Zhao Yuanba immediately opened his voice and waved to him.

"I'm different from you."

When he approached Zhao Yuanba, Jiang Yan nodded to the others in Baihetang, greeted him, and then said seriously to his friend:

"I have family, and you don't even have a fixed place to live."

"Why aren't there? All the tramways in Nanyan City are my home." Zhao Yuanba did not get hit, but raised his chin and said in a "sarcastic" tone:

"You are a rare guy like the Gu family.

"You are different from us."

Jiang Yan shook his head and did not continue the topic. Instead, he looked around and asked:

"Where is Brother Xiaohong? Why didn't you come?"

"Maybe inspiration was born when refining the alchemy, it was delayed." Zhao Yuanba raised his head and looked at the sun, then looked at the disciples of Qingmutang sorted out the goods, and estimated it slightly:

"Miao Xiaohong still has time."

After saying this, the two of them whispered to discuss other topics, then stopped communicating and gathered in the small group of Baihetang, quietly watching the disciples of Qingmutang busy while waiting for Miao Xiaohong.

After about a stick of incense, Miao Xiaohong, who had a low nose bridge, thick and black eyebrows, and an ordinary-looking appearance, finally appeared.

At this moment, he didn't seem to have gotten up early in the morning and had already sorted out himself, but he was like a hangover for a few days, with greasy and shiny hair and wrinkled and firm clothes.

"Brother Miao, are you?"

Zhao Yuanba pinched his nose and tried to stop the indescribable smell coming from the other party.

"Haha, I succeeded." Miao Xiaohong didn't care about her personal image at all. She stepped forward excitedly and said impatiently:

"Brother Jiang, Brother Zhao, I have refined a new elixir."

While he was talking, he took out a gray bottle from his pocket and was about to open it to share it with two new friends.

"Stop!" Jiang Yan looked at the Baihetang people who were already away from him in the dark, and couldn't help but shout, preparing to stop Miao Xiaohong.

But it was still too late. As Miao Xiaohong opened the gray bottle, a very strong, fishy, ​​sour and smelly smell dissipated, submerging the three of them.

"Fuck, what's the smell...drip..."

At the center of the scent, Zhao Yuanba almost fainted by the smell, and vomited and scolded Miao Xiaohong.

"What's this? Is it a genius?"

Jiang Yan held his breath and couldn't help rolling his eyes. He touched his newly changed clothes in the morning, but he felt that it was no longer dry and became greasy.

...
Chapter completed!