An hour later
Hao Tianchuan, a user of Han Xin, who is the first player of Super Play and is called "King of Sao", said after watching the video, "Can you make an appointment for me?"
"He charged for fighting with others..." The mouse could not laugh or cry.
"Charge? What the hell?" Hao Tianchuan scratched his head: "If you pay less than 1000 yuan for a round, please make an appointment for me."
The mouse opened the game and left a challenge for the 'crowd entertainment'.
Yi Ersan lost Song Dongyang's first round in the perfect pit, and saw the other party's engagement after he made the student contribute 50 points of Demon King value.
"No time to help others."
Yi Ersan's reply soon got the reply from the mouse, 'One thousand yuan a round.'
Yi Ersan seemed to smell the smell of money, and then he said back rudely that he was not free today, so please be early tomorrow.
"When you finish harming others but not benefiting yourself, you will gain the Demon King's value of 50."
"Won't you? I lost a thousand yuan. The devil is worth a little less!" Yi Ersan regretted it. He would have earned a thousand yuan if he had known.
"Tomorrow? It's OK..."
Hao Tianchuan asked two reserve members to leave after learning the news, replayed the previous video again and again alone, and thought to himself: Is this person the same as me? Have special function? Can he also read the mind? It seems that the fall of the moon has really affected more than one person.
Hao Tianchuan points into the battle situation of Yi Ersan and plans to study it carefully to see whether he really has the heart to read through other battles.
When Yi Ersan saw someone watching the battle, he immediately guessed that it should be the professional player who came to inquire about the truth. He quickly lost the game in hand and did not give the other party any chance to respond. He got 50 Demon King's value again and then went off the line.
"How bad is it on purpose?" Hao Tianchuan looked at his mobile phone puzzled.
"Don't give me money to touch my reality? No way!" Yi Ersan casually left his mobile phone aside and turned his real qi to practice Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill again.
Yi Benshu got up and stretched out. He came to the toilet door quietly, hoping to see his son's embarrassment. However, he found that Yi Ersan, sitting on the toilet, felt a bit solemn, and had no bad luck when he had diarrhea.
'This boy...' Yi Ben murmured in his heart. He looked at the time and saw that it was still some time before the ghost market opened. He turned to cook noodles and finished them. He also learned from Yi Ersan's appearance and practiced dragon elephant prajna kung fu.
It was not until the mobile phone rang at two o'clock on time that Iben Shu quit the cultivation state.
After several days of genuine anger, Yi Benshu felt as if he had the strength to kill a tiger. He knocked on the door of the toilet and shouted, "Six sons, it's almost three o'clock. It's time to clean up and go to the ghost market."
Yi Ersan adjusted his breath and quit the cultivation, feeling very energetic. He couldn't help sighing that the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill is already like this. I wonder if the Black and White Demon Classic will fly when it is finished?
"Why don't you move? Can't you leave the toilet?" Iben smiled grimly. For the past two days, he could not leave. This time it was his turn.
"No," Yi Ersan got up and said, "I'm just curious about how much the Wenju selected for me by the old man of the National Games Bureau can cost."
"No matter how much it costs, call a million yuan first."
Yi Ben put on his usual work clothes, and took two "fairy balls" to be on the safe side. In case of any uncontrollable situation, he also had many cards.
The two men came to the parking spot downstairs, swept a shared bike, and rode the bike to the most famous "Big Pagoda Ghost City" in the city.
"Liuzi, I will take you to play with him for ten times when I sell my literary toys this time!"
Yi Benshu tried to pedal his bicycle while looking ahead with gnashing teeth.
Can tightness? Yi Ersan felt a dark cloud appeared on his head.
The stuffy pot is a form of gambling in the ghost market, which has a history of more than 100 years.
At first, it was just a way for thieves to sell stolen goods. They put the stolen valuable things in a jar, and at the same time put the worthless things in other jars. Buyers can pick up the jar and shake it to choose the jar they want to buy. The price of the jar is the same.
In this way, the stolen goods become relatively clean after being sold in the ghost market. After all, the shopper didn't mean to buy any treasures. He just bought something from a stuffy pot, even the messenger at that time couldn't say anything.
With the development of the times, although this mug has the function of selling stolen goods, more functions have become part of gambling.
Yi Ersan went to the ghost city with his father Yi Benshu in those years, and that time was just the time when my father calculated that life would be good. So he bought ten stuffy cans at one go, and then... they ate steamed bread with pickles for a week.
Ghost markets have different names in different places. They are called ghost cities in the north and Tianguang Ruins in the south.
Three o'clock in the morning is the opening time of ghost market.
There is no bell ringing or gong playing before the opening of NASDAQ.
With the arrival of three o'clock, the merchants who have already come here have set up their own goods as stalls.
Yi Ersan stood at the end of the ghost city and looked at the ghost city under the moonlight. It was clearly just a street vendor, but there was no noise from the vegetable market. The ghost city always kept its unique quiet.
Buyers are shuttling among sellers' stalls in ghost markets. If they encounter the item in question, they will enter the price they want to sell or purchase on the calculator.
"There is a small space in front, go there." Iben copied his hands into the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and went straight to the place where he could sell things with an excited smile.
Yi Ersan came to the address selected by Yi Ben, skillfully spread out a blue plastic cloth, and then put the bracelet sent by President Xiao in the middle of the plastic cloth.
One square meter of plastic cloth, there is only one Wen Wan hand string.
This immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.
Ghost markets have the rules of ghost markets. There are usually only two kinds of people who sell single items. One is the black sheep who secretly sell them one piece at a time from home because of their tight money.
Another kind of person is a thief!
Yi Ersan and Yi Benshu don't look like people from a wealthy family. People naturally think of it as theft.
In ghost markets, those who sell stolen goods in such a fair way are often 'ownerless goods'.
The ownerless object means that the owner of the object has died for hundreds of years, and there will be no murder.
Basically, these 'ownerless things' are treasures obtained by grave diggers and grave robbers, and there is almost no risk of being found by the police.