The people inside sneered: "Do you think it's still like before, catching them everywhere and stuffing them into glass bottles?"

"The quality of what you catch depends entirely on God's will, and there is no guarantee."

"I selected them one by one while they were still alive, and then carefully screened them out. Each ghost has its own attributes, and in order to ensure that they have enough violence, do you know how many processes are required to torture and attack them?

Killed?"

"I only charge you 10,000 yuan for such a good thing. Isn't it too much for you?"

"..."

"Artificial care?"

Wei Wei narrowed his eyes.

In his memory, even for some systems that needed "ghosts" to improve themselves, the choice for ghosts was to try their luck in areas deeply polluted by demons, or directly contribute to the foundation through meritorious service and points.

Exchange for inventory.

But I didn't expect that being in a remote town like Scrap Iron City would be an eye-opener.

They have actually achieved mass production?

Sure enough, people are most wise when facing business activities...

A gentle smile appeared on his face: "So, are there any cleaner ones made with children?"

The people inside were silent for a moment, then laughed and said: "Brothers know their stuff, this is the most valuable kind."

"But I agreed in advance that it needs to be customized, and the price is very expensive..."

"..."

"It doesn't matter."

Wei Wei smiled and walked straight into the store.

The dark figure in the shop seemed to glance at Wei Wei warily, but the smile on Wei Wei's face dispelled his worries.

So Wei Wei entered with a smile, and the darkness of the unlit shop engulfed him.

A half-shriek suddenly sounded in the darkness, but it immediately disappeared without a trace, and then there was the faint sound of someone struggling.

However, the movement only lasted for a few seconds and soon became quiet.

After a long time, a winding trail of blood slowly flowed out from the dark shadow of the shop.

Wei Wei took a towel, gently wiped the blood on his hands, and then threw the towel back into the store.

He took the other money from the other party's pocket, but threw the twenty dollars he should have paid on his body.

Slowly pick up the bunch of bottled ghosts hanging at the door and leave calmly.

I'm in a good mood. I bought the Book of Origins and gained something else.

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There was no sound in the shop, and the busy streets on both sides were still selling various businesses, and no one noticed the changes here.
Chapter completed!