I can't be a demon.

Chapter 23 I am always the one who cleans up the mess

The century-old ransom ghost suppressed his resentment and then retracted his arm into the ground.

Three hundred years of cultivation is not enough in front of the Bloody Mouth. Moreover, the Ghost Market has restrictions on ransom ghosts everywhere, making it difficult for them to fully exert their strength.

The reason why the Ghost Market could exist for a long time in the Tang Dynasty might be due to its strange and neutral rules.

Click click click.

Saliva dripped from his bloody mouth and he licked his lips with his tongue.

All the ghosts stood still, their eyes revealing unbelievable fear, realizing that Shen Lian was definitely a big demon in disguise.

How could a group of little ghosts with only decades of practice compete with them?

When the bloody mouth saw that the ghost was no longer a threat, it turned back into black gas and drilled into the bone blade, but it licked the edge of the blade with its tongue slightly unwillingly.

It is not the nine-eared demon, and five hundred years of cultivation is not enough in the ghost market.

and……

Bloody Mouth could vaguely sense that the crow that called itself myna seemed to be near the ghost market and did not stay at home.

"We've made a good harvest. Let's return to the pawn shop as soon as possible."

Shen Lian nodded secretly. He had already digested enough of the three martial arts, so he did not take the fist and palm skills he discovered later into consideration.

In fact, there are other horizontal exercises and stance methods, but the secret book itself is incomplete.

Whether it can be completed is an unknown.

It would be useless if he couldn't get recognition from the career panel. Even if there were only one or two pages missing, Shen Lian was too lazy to delve into the missing content.

If you have this free time, you might as well take a nap.

"After you understand the synthesis function, you can consider returning to the Ghost Market next time."

Shen Lian didn't plan to stay any longer. After glancing around, he deliberately avoided the sight of other warriors and headed towards the entrance of the Ghost Market.

The money-ransom ghosts heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the big demon showing signs of leaving.

There was no longer any thought of eating him alive.

"what?"

Shen Lian accidentally glanced at the stalls selling medicinal herbs beside the door, and his appetite was aroused again.

He couldn't help but ask, "How much is it?"

The stall owner shuddered.

Shen Lian leaned over, and his faint energy and blood appeared in the eyes of the ransom ghost.

The money-ransom ghost looked dazed.

Judging from the surface, Shen Lian doesn't look like a monster at all, but the horror he showed before doesn't need to prove much.

Is it the demon's fault? No, it's clearly because they are too inexperienced.

The stall owner asked cautiously, "How much... did you say?"

Shen Lian looked around the stall. The remaining medicinal herbs were generally 20 to 30 years old, and the older ones had been sold out as soon as the market opened.

It is estimated that some of the raw materials for the big-ticket medicines sold in the pharmacy in Yanliang Town come from the Ghost Market.

What Shen Lian was interested in was not the medicinal materials, but the martial arts experience contained in them.

"If you are in a hurry to sell it, just give me all ten taels of silver."

Shen Lian quoted a low price, and the stall owner agreed without even thinking about it.

For the ghost redeeming wealth, if the rules of the ghost market did not require a transaction, it would be fine even if he gave it to Shen Lian for free.

Shen Lian picked up a medicinal herb.

The money-ransom ghost did not dare to take back the resentment that was entangled with the medicinal herbs. One could tell with one's toes that there was no way a big demon would be interested in ordinary medicinal herbs.

As expected, he quickly lost control of his resentment.

The money-ransom ghost couldn't help but groan, watching the resentment surrounding Shen Lian and then flowing into the mouth and nose of the big demon.

Shen Lian clicked his tongue, as if savoring the aroma of resentment.

"good."

Shen Lian nodded secretly, and after making sure that the medicinal herbs had no side effects, he put them in his mouth and chewed them. Immediately, a prompt appeared on his career panel.

[Take Thirteen Years of Bitter Yellow Grass, Warrior Experience +0.5%]

Shen Lian was very satisfied.

Although the experience gained from a single herb is average, the advantage lies in the large quantity. Ten taels of silver can pack a total of twenty-three herbs, which can advance the warrior's career progress to 90%, and promotion is just around the corner.

"Let's go."

Shen Lian did not hesitate any longer and followed the path into the darkness. After leaving Lantian Street and returning to the depressing atmosphere of South City, he first noticed a lot of footsteps moving in secret.

"Haha, just sit back and wait, huh?"

Shen Lian sneered. No matter how cheap the items in the ghost market were, they still required money. It was not as satisfying as just robbing them.

He walked into the alley calmly, took off his straw raincoat and hat while walking, and threw them into the ditch at the corner of the street. Then he took off the iron vest he had been wearing to ease the tension in his muscles.

It will look thinner and try to eliminate any traces of entering and leaving the ghost market.

Shen Lian moved skillfully around the South City District, having planned all the routes in advance.

Although he didn't know how to do Qinggong, the Perfect Zhulang Posture could give him a constant supply of strength, and he would take out a few medicinal herbs from time to time to replenish his energy.

It only took a moment to successfully get rid of most of the eyeliner.

"I don't have the time to keep messing around. I'll just try my hand at some weaklings."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Shen Lian's eyes. Ever since he started practicing martial arts, he had never killed anyone, let alone even fought a fight.

"Martial arts is the art of killing. How can you punch hard without getting some blood on it?"

Shen Lian did not flinch. After making sure that no warriors were following him, he deliberately went to a cold and damp remote street corner, gathering his strength without releasing it.

He grabbed a handful of the remaining herbs and stuffed them into his mouth without hesitation.

[Martial artist reaches 90.2%, martial arts points +1]

Shen Lian glanced at the career panel. He already had 11 points. He would gain another 11 points after being promoted as a warrior. He wondered if it would be enough for synthesis.

"Whoosh..."

Heavy breathing was heard.

There was a strong man on each side of the alley, both of them stared at Shen Lian with red faces.

"You are really good at running. Don't think you are the only one who knows a few roads in South City..."

The two men were from a gang in South City, but their skills in skin and flesh refining were extremely superficial.

Come to think of it, there are only a few warriors in the gang, and they all hold high positions such as hall masters. It is impossible for them to do dirty work by stealing from their own gangs.

Shen Lian was too lazy to listen to their chatter and kicked out a stone with his right foot.

"How many dishes, and how drunk are you?"

While one person raised his hand to block, Shen Lian had already rushed towards the other person, and his strong force caused the blue bricks on the ground to shatter into pieces.

The man looked shocked and didn't understand why Shen Lian chose to fight one against two.

Shen Lian came within half a meter of the sturdy man. The iron shirt made his back muscles bulge, which slightly increased the strength of his arms.

A fist appeared on the sturdy man's forehead, and Shen Lian's eyes were cold.

Cold sweat was dripping.

"Storing the tide."

Shen Lian's index finger flicked on the cold sweat, and the accumulated power of Zhulangjin poured into it, turning ordinary sweat into a deadly weapon.

puff.

Sweat ran through the strong man's head, and brain matter splashed out for three or four meters.

The other strong man was frightened silly, and then he saw Shen Lian's fist getting bigger, and then his consciousness fell into eternal silence.

boom.

The head was shattered into pieces like an exploding watermelon.

The melon pulp was all over the ground.

"That's it?"

Shen Lian shook his hands, and couldn't help revealing a hint of complacency on his face.

At this moment.

A large number of prompts appear on the career panel.

[Blue and white porcelain bottle identification successful, Nine-eared Chaofeng experience +0.01%]

[Successful appraisal of the fine iron saber, Nine-eared Chaofeng experience +0.01%]

[Winter Landscape Painting Appraisal Successfully, Jiuer Chaofeng Experience +0.01%]

……

The corner of Shen Lian's mouth twitched. He realized through identifying the objects that the starling seemed to have sneaked into the ghost market and done something he dared not do.

"What a guts, silly bird."

(End of this chapter)