Chapter 150 Rapid Advancement

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

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

Under the red light, the street stall market has lost the atmosphere of life during the day.

A strong rotten smell permeated the air, and vendors wearing shrouds, dead makeup on their faces, stiff faces, and weird smiles were dutifully setting up night market stalls.

In each stall, the garbage spiritual objects that were used during the day were no longer visible.

I don't know when, the talismans and animal skins turned into scalps with hair, the human skins covered with blood inscriptions, the spiritual fruits turned into rotten skulls, and various stumps and broken arms exuded a strong putrid smell.

The few fresh bones and body parts stood out from the crowd like treasures.

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

"My lord, what are you looking for?" The vendor was a half-grown young man. He gave a flattering smile with a dead face and said flatteringly to Wang Zijia, which made the atmosphere even more permeable.

If Wang Zijia were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that most of these are disciples of the three sects.

"I have some secret things that I want to sell. Are you going to trade with me in the alley?" Wang Zijia asked tentatively.

Wang Zijia looked at the various minced rotten meats on his stall. They were some of the most rubbish in the market.

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

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

I don’t know when, but the coffins were already filled with coffins, each with a living corpse lying in it.

At this moment, there are young and young girls lying inside. They are all carefully dressed, like sleeping beauties, sleeping peacefully in the coffin, slowly and slowly.

Wang Zijia stepped forward skillfully, and a grain of crystal sand floated out from his fingers and fell into his mouth.

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At the same time, on the other side, it was difficult to fly to the square.

‘Is this almost successful in refining?’

As each stall owner was refined by Wang Zijia, the pieces of paper that had stopped growing began to grow again, and the number of people in the street stall market began to gradually decrease.

If he had done this yesterday, even if the members of Fangshi had regarded him as a trick, they would have reacted by now. But at this moment, the entire Fangshi's automatic stress mechanism had no reaction to his internal program bug.

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

"Don't worry, sir, I understand, I understand." Mom felt embarrassed when she saw Wang Zijia's expression of embarrassment, and said in a tone of "I understand."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked towards the second floor. Dots of crystal light flew towards No. 13.

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. On his pale face, green and black ghost aura lingered, just like rigor mortis. He really became a dead man.

'Is it because of the success of Blood Drops?'

Then he thought about it and came to Tianxiang Tower the day before yesterday.

Wang Zijia said with a dark face, "If you don't know enough, I'll bark again."

Wang Zijia was still busy. The volume of the paper he had refined was almost the size of a book page, and the entire stall area was taken into his pocket.

The two of them walked into a deep alley next to Fangshi.

"My lord, it turns out that I like this. It's simple. We also have talented people in Tianxiang Tower. Sir, are you satisfied?" Because of Wang Zijia's gaze, her mother said with a smile on her face after seeing it.

At this moment, even during the day, Tianxiang Tower is very lively, with all kinds of patrons coming in an endless stream, but there are no women going out to the streets to solicit customers like they do at night.

If he were a normal person, he would definitely not use such a crotch-stretching method, but for the tricks of these established patterns, his current status is equivalent to a program bug and is not included in the setting at all.

After getting up and leaving the alley, Wang Zijia came to the next door market again and started the routine again.

Without waiting for the young man to say anything, the figures of the five ghosts emerged from the void. They no longer needed to turn into physical flesh and blood to cover each other as before.

Time passed unknowingly, and the night passed quietly by Wang Zijia tirelessly, and it was daytime again.

I saw a frail young man with a rickety figure there. He was dressed like a tortoise and was walking tremblingly in the hall, picking up all kinds of garbage.

Normally, everyone would know something was wrong, but these stall owners seemed not to notice.

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

"Don't order anything else?" Mom asked in confirmation.

Wang Zijia: "······"

A wooden staircase at the bottom extends to the second floor, with various private rooms above. You can open the window to see the stage below, or you can do your own work behind closed doors.

In the center, at the edge of the altar, the people in several coffins seemed to be moving with their eyes closed.

But this time, Wang Zijia was surprised to find that the other party's resistance became lighter. It was just a symbolic resistance, and then he stopped resisting. Wang Zijia even felt a sense of closeness from the book.

The entrance of Mingming Alley leads directly to the main street and is very prosperous. However, it is extremely dark here, and the blood-red light rarely shines here.

They each set up their own stalls, showing no reaction to Wang Zijia who was taking people away one by one.

Gu Xuefeng, whom Wang Zijia knew, was one of them. While he was sleeping with his eyes closed, the eyes under his eyelids kept shaking, and the long sword in his arms trembled slightly, but there was nothing he could do.

A familiar feeling came over, and what made Wang Zijia stunned was that every time he tried to refine the demon before, even if the book couldn't do it, the resistance was still very strong.

Wang Zijia: “········”

Wang Zijia's eyes rested on his face. It was none other than No. 13 from before.

Then he ignored it. Since he was now more relaxed, the cost of cultivating demons became smaller and the refining progress could be further accelerated.

"My lord doesn't know you want to sell..."

"Oh, sir, please come in quickly!" As soon as Wang Zijia stepped into the door, a mother came up to her warmly, took Wang Zijia's arm and greeted her warmly.

‘What the hell do you know about a hammer?’ The thought came to him, and Wang Zijia said indifferently: “Just arrange for a girl to come into the room for me.”

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

As time went by, the Dharma Conference was gradually improved under the arrangements of a group of people.

When the dozens of diners who were lucky enough not to lie in the coffin yesterday arrived, except for Wang Zijia, the fake real person finally floated onto the altar in the center of the Dharma assembly.

"Meet the real person!" Dozens of diners have completely forgotten their identities and have been brought into the character setting of the mysterious realm.

It's the end of the year. Look at your monthly ticket folder. Some people cast two votes. Don't be embarrassed!!!
Chapter completed!