Today is not auction day, and not many people go to the night market.

The guard at the door was still there. Although Yu Linyue and Qingfeng were not accompanied by each other, the guard just glanced at Zhao Yang and then looked away, without any intention of blocking him.

I walked into the night market with big strides. In the last two times, I had to do a serious business with Yu Linyue and others. This time it was easier and I started walking around from the first floor alone.

If you really want to try your luck, you may not be able to find some good things on a place like the first floor.

The first floor lobby is large and there are many people. The main reason is that even the middle of the lobby is various stalls, and there are also some small shops with partitions on both sides. They are not as bright as the upper floor, but there are many shops.

Since it is a place to visit, it is naturally a place like this.

I looked all the way and found that there were really everything sold here.

From computers that may still be available, to a strange skeleton fossil, to a rusty weapon, all kinds of things, as long as they may seem to be of some value, they are sold here, and the price seems to be not low.

But Zhao Yang walked around the place and found nothing good.

I just saw an old silver key more than a foot long on a stall, which seemed interesting.

Then he stopped in front of the stall, squatted down, and reached out to pick it up and took a look, but as soon as he reached out, the stall owner stopped coldly and said, "Don't move if you don't buy it!"

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, looked at the stall owner, and smiled and said, "How do you know I won't buy it?"

"Fifty thousand!" the stall owner said coldly.

When Zhao Yang heard this number, he was really embarrassed. Not to mention 50,000 at this time, he couldn't even take out 50,000.

Of course, there are still 20,000 in your pocket, but it's not his...

This time, he looked at the old silver key again, and then raised his eyebrows slightly, and Zhao Yang stood up.

It's just a bit interesting, but it's not worth worrying about.

As soon as he stood up, someone squatted down next to him and reached out to take the silver key.

"Fifty thousand, it's a bit expensive!"

Huang Baichang took the key in his hand casually and said carelessly.

The stall owner's face changed instantly and he smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Huang, I like the key. 20,000, no... 10,000, you can take it!"

"Haha... I dare to sell this kind of rags for ten thousand!"

Huang Baichang threw the key back to the stall, stood up, looked at Zhao Yang next to him, and sarcastically said, "I really think anyone can be the Minister of Discipline? When I went out, I didn't even allow anyone to see a garbage man, haha..."

Zhao Yang looked at Huang Baichang with a smile and said, "I look good lately! I have spent a lot of money!"

Huang Baichang's face froze, he looked at Zhao Yang coldly, and sneered in a cold voice: "I didn't kill you last time, it was your luck, but soon... wait for me!"

"I've been waiting!" Zhao Yang shrugged, looked at Huang Baichang's sneering face and raised his lips slightly, saying, "If you can't kill me, you are the grandson of the turtle!"

"Tortoise grandson..."

Suddenly, Huang Baichang, who was inexplicably familiar with this word, had his face stiffened again and his fists tightened; but then he took a deep breath and turned his head and strode away.

"Tsk tsk, it's really growing!"

Seeing that Huang Baichang was actually restrained and turned around and left, Zhao Yang looked at him with a smile, his eyes getting stronger.

He clearly felt that in Huang Baichang's coat pocket, the curse man was putting him close to his body.

And inside the straw man, a phantom of a small snake that was much more solid than last time was now warmly waving its tail at him as if saying goodbye.

"Oh, the villain doesn't know Mount Tai. Please take a look again, and take a look? If you like it, ten thousand, not... eight thousand, eight thousand, you can take it!"

The vendor next to him realized at this time that the extraordinary young man in simple clothes in front of him could be as tit-for-tat as the young master of the Eighth Brigade of the Pioneer Team, how could he think of a poor boy?

Poor Zhao Yang is actually really poor now. Looking at the silver key handed over by the vendor enthusiastically, he reached out to take it and took it.

I sensed the breath of this thing in detail, smiled faintly, threw it back, and said, "Sorry, I really can't afford it!"

Seeing Zhao Yang turning around and leaving, the vendor was behind and said anxiously: "Oh, don't leave, six thousand! five thousand?"

Seeing that he didn't look back, he felt a little regretful. At that time, he could see that the young man was really interested in it. If he had offered a price of 5,000 directly, he might have sold it.

Now that the other party has a breath, there is a high probability that he will not buy it anymore.

This thing has been sold for half a month and has not sold it. If you can sell it for 5,000 yuan, it will be a big profit. Alas...

Huang Baichang was actually in a good mood at the moment. As the new owner of the Curse of the Grassman, he spent so much money to truly gain recognition and recognition from the Grassman.

It is also for the straw man to recover faster.

Just now, when facing that guy, he felt that his curse seemed very active.

"You hate him too, don't worry, when you recover, we will kill him!" Huang Baichang said excitedly when he reached out and touched the straw man in his pocket.

It seemed that his words were generally responded, and the straw man seemed to be more active.

Huang Baichang's smile became more and more proud!

Zhao Yang was in a good mood and continued to stroll on the first floor, observing the stalls and small shops.

As I walked, the dull music gradually came to my ears.

Zhao Yang looked up and realized that he was approaching the only carnival bar in Johor Bahru City.

He shrugged and was about to turn around and leave, but when he turned around, he saw that there was a small compartment next to the bar.

It is obviously a little smaller than other small shops, and there is a half-gray curtain hanging at the door.

A strange circle was drawn with colored brushes on the curtain. Zhao Yang looked at it twice before recognizing it. It should be a crystal ball.

"Divine?"

Touching his chin and looking at the curtain in front of him curiously, Zhao Yang thought for a while, then walked over, lifted the curtain, and walked in.

It was as narrow and dark as he thought, with only one table and two chairs. It looked quite shabby and did not look like any master.

Of course, except for the crystal balls on the table.

When Zhao Yang saw this crystal ball, his eyes lit up slightly. Because of the reaction of the mountain in the chaotic space, he felt that this crystal ball was a real thing.

The so-called real thing means that this guy is a treasure of destiny and is not a fool. Moreover, judging from the mountain's reaction, this is still a very strong existence.

With such a treasure of destiny, if it is really capable of this, then even if the master is a fool, he should be able to calculate something.

Looking up at the back of the table, the woman dressed in black and covered with a pair of face scarves, wearing a long gypsy dress, Zhao Yang smiled slightly and sat down at the table.
Chapter completed!