Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 830 Inquiry
An Qingli followed an unremarkable person to an unremarkable place.

There is actually a market in this Demon Slaying County.

However, there are no shops in the market here, probably because fights often occur, and the shops are easy to be destroyed after they are built, so most of the transactions here are in the form of roadside stalls.

The things sold in the market are things taken from the dead, and some things are even stained with human blood.

Of course, there are also magic beads and bones for sale.

"Magic" is a general term, similar to the concept of "beast".

There are all kinds of beasts, and there are all kinds of demons.

Some demons have hands and feet, noses and eyes, but it is not certain how many hands, feet, noses and eyes they have.

Some demons are a cloud of gas, and most of the gas is black, but such as blood demons are blood-colored.

There are also demons that are invisible, or even just a mass of energy, such as the inner demon that makes monks turn pale when they talk about it.

Inner demons are born with some monks, and they can also affect the cognition and judgment of the monks at critical moments, and may even kill the monks.

Most of the magic beads and bones sold in the market come from tangible demons.

Moreover, the bone-grinding magic beads here are extremely cheap, and the price of the same thing will increase by dozens or hundreds of times when sold in Kaiyang Mansion.

No wonder people always take the risk and come here to buy things.

The little fox had never been here before, so he gave very little useful information, and An Qingli was new here, so he didn't even know the approximate distance from the border between the Blood Demon Kingdom and the Qian Empire.

In addition to selling things, the market is also recruiting soldiers. Anyone who is an adult human race can join.

Because of the perennial war, there will be many orphans here.

Orphans who have nothing to rely on will also be sent to military camps.

There is a bit of depression in the market, but when there are too many people, it is inevitable that there will be voices of discussion.

"Have you heard?" A few people who ate and drank on the side of the road uttered their voices while drinking spirits.

"Master Bing, what's new?" Sure enough, people at the next table cheered.

One of them pretended to be mysterious and said: "I also heard that there is an eminent Buddhist monk in our Zhanmo County, and the higher-ups are trying to find someone."

"What are the eminent Buddhist monks doing here?" Someone laughed and said, "Come here to save people and demons, or ghosts?"

The owner of the noodle shop said: "Since you are an eminent Buddhist monk, of course all living things in the world can be saved."

** sneered: "I'm afraid that if there is a fate, there will be no fate."

Everyone present laughed inexplicably, this Demon Slaying County, but even Xianjun had to save half of his life.

After laughing, someone asked again: "Then what are you doing looking for that eminent Buddhist monk? Arrest him and serve him in the army, or confess him as a guest of honor?"

"Tsk tsk." ** chewed the big bone in her hand and said, "Sneaky, there must be some shady tricks. It is said that what is hidden is a high-level hidden fairy weapon, but no matter how high-level hidden fairy weapon is, how can it be hidden? Escape the eyes of the princess?"

"Haha, how is this possible?!" The people present laughed out loud.

In a place where no one was around, Xiao Jintan murmured, "Saving someone with a good intention has exposed our own strength. The other party talked about it in the street, and this is to force us to show up."

Little Pegasus flicked his purple bangs and said angrily, "Yangmou! This is a blatant Yangmou!"

An Qingli frowned.

These people must know the existence of the hidden space, but they don't know that it is a growing mustard space.

Otherwise, these people would not be so calm, and might block the whole territory, and let the Emperor Xian, who is the lord of a county, search for it himself.

Even in the Upper Realm, the mustard space is an extremely rare thing that can tempt even the lord of a country, let alone an immortal emperor of a county.

In order not to expose the mustard space, An Qingli smeared her face, dressed herself as a yellow and thin ugly woman, and appeared in a hiding place.

The mustard space and the dantian are completely integrated, so it is extremely difficult to be discovered.

An Qingli was dressed in rags and was limping along in the market.

The upper realm does have means to change appearance, but in places haunted by powerful beings, changing appearance with the help of fairy artifacts, talismans, etc., will easily attract attention.

But smear it with juice, as long as you don't look closely, you can't see anything.

With proper makeup, it is not too difficult for a beauty to become an ugly woman, and an ugly woman to become a beauty.

An Qingli pretended to be a lame woman, walking around the market, listening to some news from the sellers.

This place is messy, pretty women, it's best not to go out and walk alone, even if the old and ugly go out, you need to be more careful.

After wandering around for a few days, An Qingli has heard someone mention "bad guy" several times.

"You bitch?" An Qingli posing as an old woman pondered, leaning on a crutch, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You keep talking about bitch, who the hell is that bitch?"

The middle-aged man who sold the goods should be a woman who has taken off his military uniform. He was full of evil spirits, and smiled with yellow teeth: "Old woman, don't think too much! It won't be your husband, nor your son! While you have some breath, hurry back to your hometown and don't stay in Zhanmo County!"

An Qingli, who was pretending to be an old woman, leaned on crutches and hunched her body, and said in a mournful voice: "I didn't find my third son, how could I be willing, I'm just like that."

"Your son's name is San Dan." The salesman said loudly again, "I know your San Dan. He's dead, he's dead long ago, you hurry back!"

"Not dead! Not dead! Don't talk nonsense!" An Qingli beat the ground with a crutch excitedly, limped, and left angrily.

The salesman looked tiredly at An Qingli's back, and sighed sympathetically: "Poor old woman."

An Qingli wandered around the market for a few days, collected a lot of useful information, and decided to go to the border between the two countries.

At the junction, a fierce battle took place.

Countless casualties.

The barracks are recruiting to process the remains.

Those human races who died on the battlefield came from various counties, states, and prefectures.

Some state capitals have the custom of returning fallen leaves to their roots.

Therefore, some bones are still there, and they need to be groomed by a special person, preserved in a special coffin, and then sent back to their hometown at another day.

On the other hand, some clothes and artifacts were stained with demon blood, and they needed to be soaked and cleaned with special juice by a special person.

An Qingli followed a group of ladies in clothes, boarded a dilapidated flying boat, and headed for the border between the two countries.

On the flying boat, there was a man with a knife, and he asked, "Have you seen a monk with a bald head recently?"

There is a reward on the top, and there will be a reward for useful clues, so these people in military uniforms are also very enthusiastic.

An Qingli shook her head along with the women and replied, "Never."

** A little disappointed, and asked in a rough voice: "The monk didn't see it, but have you seen the man born over there?"

An Qingli followed a group of women and shook her head vigorously: "Never."

"Hey, that's strange." The woman muttered while holding the knife, "He's an eminent monk who can hold his breath."

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