Immortal robbery

Chapter 150 Fast Advance

While sorting out his harvest, he had already arrived at the stall area.

At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and the whole city was illuminated by countless blood-red lanterns. In the sky, there were even several lanterns with human heads, floating with strange smiles.

Under the red light, the street stall market has lost the breath of life in the daytime.

A strong rancid smell filled the air, and vendors wearing shrouds, dead makeup, stiff faces, and strange smiles set up night market stalls dutifully.

At the stalls, the garbage spirits in the daytime are no longer seen.

I don't know when, the talismans and animal skins turned into scalps with hair, human skins painted with blood, spiritual fruits turned into rotten skulls, and all kinds of stumps and arms exuded a strong rancid smell.

The few fresh bones and remains stand out from the crowd like treasures.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart and suppressing the panic in his heart, Wang Zijia came to a marginal vendor and stopped.

"My lord, what are you looking for?" The street vendor was a half-grown young man, with a dead face, he squeezed out a flattering and sly smile, and flattered Wang Zijia, making the atmosphere even more permeable.

Wang Zijia looked at his booth, all kinds of rotten meat and mince, it was considered the most trash in the market.

The two walked into the side of Fangshi, a deep alley, one behind the other.

Sure enough, the half-young man only hesitated a little, nodded, and accepted Wang Zijia's invitation.

"I have some secret things I want to sell, you go with me to trade in the alley?" Wang Zijia said tentatively.

Wang Zijia came to the small hall, looked around for a moment, and stopped at a corner of the small hall.

After Wang Zijia got down, a crystal grain of sand floated out from between his fingers and fell into his mouth.

Gu Xuefeng, whom Wang Zijia knew, was one of them. When I closed my eyes and fell asleep, the eyeballs on my eyelids were constantly shaking, and the long sword in my arms was trembling heavily, but there was a slight way to do it.

Waiting for the young man to speak, the figures of the seven ghosts emerged from the void, turning into physical flesh and blood, covering the other party.

It directly turned into a cloud of ghost mist and poured into the young man's body. The young man who was originally like a dead man froze completely. Under his pale face, the ghostly aura lingered like a dead body. He really became a dead man.

At this moment, there are many young men and young men lying outside. We have all been carefully dressed, like sleeping beauties, sleeping peacefully in the coffin, and we are slowly coming to life.

Wang Zijia is still busy, the volume of the paper I refined is slowly approaching the size of a book page, and the entire stall area is also in my pocket.

Then I will ignore it again, since I am getting nervous now, my consumption of cultivating demons has increased, and the refining degeneration speed can be stepped back and slowed down.

I don't know when, the coffins are already full, and there are fresh corpses lying outside each coffin.

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked towards the seventh floor.Dots of crystal light flew towards NO.18.

Got up and left the alley, came to the next door Fangshi again, Wang Zijia ended the routine again.

The entrance of Mingming Alley leads directly to the main street, which is very prosperous.It was normally dark outside, and the blood-red light barely shone on the outside.

At this moment, even in the daytime, the outside of Tianxiang Tower is very quiet, all kinds of benefactors come and go, but is there any man who goes down the street to solicit customers like Wan Xia?

If Pang Legong was there, he would be able to recognize at a glance that those young masters were all disciples of the Eight Sects.

'Is that the success of slow refining? '

"The villain is worried, you understand, you understand." Mom saw Pang Legong's embarrassment, and thought it was embarrassing, with a tone that you understand.

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"Is it something else?" Mom asked in confirmation.

At the same time, on the other side, under Nanfei Square.

"The villain turned out to be bad. That's complicated. You don't have romantic talents outside Tianxiang Building. Bao Xiaoren is satisfied." Because of Wang Zijia's gaze, his mother said with a smile on her face.

In the most central position, on the edge of the altar, the closed eyes of the people outside the coffins seemed to be moving.

A wooden staircase at the bottom extends to the seventh floor, below which are various wing rooms.You can't open the window to see the stage above, and you can do your own work behind closed doors.

Usually in the center of the square, there are hundreds of coffins.

Wang Zijia: "..."

If I did what I did yesterday, even if the members of Fangshi regarded me as a trickster, they would not have responded by now.But at this moment, the automatic response mechanism of the entire city has no response to my internal program bug.

Wang Zijia frowned slightly, thinking about the changes before and after.

As each stall owner was refined by Wang Zijia, the pieces of paper that stopped growing stopped growing, and the number of people in the street stall market gradually increased.

"The villain knows he's going to sell..."

Wang Zijia's eyes stayed under his face, it was someone else, and it was NO.18 after that.

"Meet the real person!" Dozens of diners have completely forgotten their identities and brought them into the role setting of the paradox.
If he was a normal person, he would definitely not use such a method of stretching his hips, but for the tricks of these established patterns, his current identity is equivalent to a program bug, which is not in the settings at all.

Wang Zijia said with a pale face, "It's enough to call again."

But that time, Wang Zijia was astonished to find that the opponent's resistance had become weaker. It wasn't a symbolic resistance, and then he resisted again. Even Pang Legong felt a sense of intimacy from the book.

Then I thought about it, and came to Tianxiang Tower in the future.

I saw a healthy young man with a stooped figure outside. At this moment, the other party was dressed as a tortoise, walking around the small hall tremblingly, picking up all kinds of rubbish.

Yesterday, the dozens of diners who were lucky enough not to get out of the coffin, except Wang Zijia, were all present, and the fake real person finally floated down under the altar in the center of the puja.

'You don't know a hammer. The thought turned, Wang Zijia said indifferently: "Just arrange a girl for you to enter the room."

Time passed by in a blink of an eye, and the night passed quietly in Wang Zijia's fatigue, and it was daytime again.

They each set up their own stalls, and they didn't respond to Wang Zijia who took people away one by one.

The interior of Tianxiang Building is a standard traditional balustrade building. There are various seats around the first floor and a stage in the center.

With the passage of time, the Fa Conference gradually improved in terms of the arrangement of a group of people.

Wang Zijia: "..."

'Or because of the small success of the blood drop? '

"Oh, that villain, please come outside!" As soon as Wang Zijia stepped into the small door, no mother greeted him coldly, wrapped Pang Legong's arm, and greeted him coldly.

In the abnormal situation, everyone knew it was right, but those stall owners seemed to have discovered it.

The feeling of strangeness hit Wang Zijia, and what made Wang Zijia stunned was that every time after that, even if the book had done it, the resistance was very weak.

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(End of this chapter)