On a small street in the outer city of the imperial capital.

"Do you want to buy something?" a child greeted Mu Hanchan.

Mu Hanchan replied: "No, thank you."

The child seemed unwilling to give up, and introduced to Mu Hanchan: "In our outer city, there are good restaurants, good hotels, and good brothels. If you are interested in it, I can take you to play. Just give me two spirit stones."

Mu Hanchan said, "I don't need it."

"Then you must be an immortal cultivator, right?" The child suddenly jumped out.

"Um?"

This attracted Mu Hanchan's attention. Because he thought he was hiding well, he didn't know how the child guessed it.

At this time, Mu Hanchan did suddenly realize that this child was actually a cultivator on the second level of Condensation Yuan. Because his spiritual power was too low and the first three levels were not much different from the aura of mortals, Mu Hanchan had not discovered it for a while.

But the child slowly said, "I don't eat or drink, and I don't have fun. I'm wearing a black robe and wrap myself in black. What's not a monk?"

"What the hell are you?" Mu Hanchan said unhappily.

The child said, "Some things that you can't see on the market may be interested."

Mu Hanchan asked: "How do you know I will be interested?"

"I can't see your cultivation at all. You are probably a cultivator at the sixth level, at least at the mid-stage level of the fifth level. I think you must also want to break through to the Lingyuan Realm. Even if you don't have such a long-term plan, strengthening your strength or cultivation is definitely something that every cultivator must pursue. This requires external help."

Mu Hanchan said: "Don't keep it a secret, just say what you have."

"Forbidden pills, forbidden weapons, forbidden arrays. There are also some rare materials." The child said with a showdown.

When Mu Hanchan heard this, he became interested, but asked quietly: "How do you know I need it, and how do you know that I must be a monk."

The child said: "Because everything that is forbidden is something that ordinary people cannot resist. As for whether you are a monk or not, you will know if you try it."

"If the judgment is wrong, wouldn't it be embarrassing?" Mu Hanchan asked.

The child disagreed and said, "What's the embarrassment? The most valuable thing in the world is face, and the most valuable thing is face. For me, making money is the most important thing, what's the shame that you are afraid of. What's the shame? But if you make a right judgment and you are interested in what I say, I may make a profit."

Mu Hanchan thought for a while and said, "There are too many two spirit stones, I will only give you two points."

Unexpectedly, the child immediately said readily: "Give me one point to the deal first, and then give me one point after that."

So Mu Hanchan gave the child a bit of spirit stone with a little depressedness.

In a small alley that is not too hidden, there is a grocery yard that sells everything inside. This is the black market.

However, although there are many types of items in the field, they cannot attract Mu Hanchan's attention, because he has seen them all.

"That's it?"

Mu Hanchan asked the child, and even felt like he was deceived.

“Isn’t that enough?”

The child was a little surprised. According to his experience, it would be almost the same for ordinary people to bring here.

"This is all broken iron, I don't need it at all."

Mu Hanchan said.

"Okay, okay! Then I'll take you to another place."

So I turned left and right and then walked diagonally, and arrived at the corner of a grocery yard.

Bang bang!

The child knocks on the door.

Didn't respond once.

Bang bang!

I knocked on the door again, but I still didn't respond.

Mu Hanchan frowned, but when he saw the child's unhappy expression, he decided to wait a little longer.

After knocking it a few more times, I finally responded.

"who?"

"It's me." The child replied.

So the door opened, and the child led Mu Hanchan into the door and left.

“There is a directory on the table, please read it yourself.”

A hunchbacked man with a cloak said, his voice was low and hoarse, and he was about fifty years old when he heard the sound.

Mu Hanchan frowned, said nothing, and silently picked up the directory on the seat and read it.

Private wine, snake oil, masks and cloaks, pills and aphrodisiacs, drug making manuals, weird weapons, etc.

"Why don't you have a price?" Mu Hanchan asked.

The owner replied: "Don't you know the rules?"

"What rules?"

"The outside market is marked with clear price tags, and the inside market is the demander who bid first. You say how much do you want to pay? I will sell it if you are satisfied."

The rules for the market outside are generally that the seller and seller set prices. The rules for the black market are that the buyer and acquirer offer prices.

"I didn't even like the ones in your directory, do you still have it?"

"What do you want?"

"The child told me that there is a ban on elixirs and ban on weapons."

"Oh, what you want is this?"

“Is there any?”

"Yes! Not only these three things, there are also ban talismans and ban abilities."

"good!"

Mu Hanchan said, and said again: "Show me."

So the owner took Mu Hanchan to the inner room to see.

After choosing for a long time, Mu Hanchan finally chose a top-grade spiritual technique for the human level.

It is a set of marksmanship called "The Sword and Fire".

This is a set of a bit evil and weird shots, with a total of eight styles and sixteen moves.

The spiritual arts are of the best grade.

Ming City's profits are limited, while black market's profits are huge.

"How much do you pay?"

The owner asked.

Mu Hanchan said hesitantly: "50 spirit stones?"

The owner also hesitated and said, "Okay! The deal is completed."

Just then, Mu Hanchan suddenly heard a sound coming from the ground.

"Save me quickly! Save me quickly."

The sound attracted Mu Hanchan's attention. After looking around, it was released in a corner of the house. There was a wooden board, which obviously led to the basement.

"What sound?"

Mu Hanchan asked.

"It's nothing, the female slave in the basement started to shout again." The owner said without any concealment, and said again: "As soon as people come, they shout to help you. Whose mother comes to save you? It's really annoying to me."

Human trafficking?

Mu Hanchan immediately knew it and said, "That's right, they all bought good things from you. I was satisfied when I bought what I needed."

"Well, if you have good things and are inconvenient to take action, you can also come to me to cash in. I will give you a good price." The owner said again.

"good!"

Mu Hanchan is ready to leave.

"Wait!"

The owner said.

"What's wrong?" Mu Hanchan asked, holding the spear in his hand.

"Please take this mask and cloak, put it on and go out." The owner threw Mu Hanchan a black cloak and a blue mask.

Mu Hanchan hesitated for a while and did not take it immediately.

"I don't want your spirit stones, I'll give you it for free. This transaction is quite satisfactory. We'll cooperate happily. Walk from the left back door, turn right and forward, then turn left, then turn right, then go straight, then turn diagonally, and then go down the street." The owner said.

Perhaps the transaction volume of 50 spirit stones per transaction was quite high in the average amount of the black market, so the store owner immediately gave a reward.
To be continued...