Of course, judging from the information obtained by Bai Wushang in advance, over the thousands of years of changes, the Twenty-One Ghost Street has tended to decline as a whole, and many of the earliest Twenty-One Ghost Kings have fallen.

But they die and will die, and their own substitutes will succeed them.

Just like the "Ten Greatest Men of Shanhai" established by Shanhai Academy, "Twenty-One Ghost King" is synonymous with the ruler of this world.

However, now it is no longer collectively called "Great Ghost King".

In addition to the three oldest ethnic groups, the ancestors were always alive and the overlord was as stable as Mount Tai.

The other eighteen ghost kings, whether they are declining descendants or identities seized through killing, can only be called "little ghost kings".

Twenty-one Ghost Street is such a place.

Chaos and cruelty, but there is also a ruling class and a certain order.

"Hehehe, is this a new guest? It's very polite..."

A one-eyed fish man leaned against a crutch, leaning against a huge water tank, poked his head out and smiled at Bai Wushen:

"Would you like to come to the black market to visit? Everything is good and cheap..."

"Oh?" Bai Wushang raised his eyebrows and raised a hint of interest.

Twenty-one Ghost Street is a place where fish and dragons are mixed, and there are countless strange monsters.

Perhaps it is because the twenty-one ghost kings, including vampires, demons, witches, demons, undeads, humans, orcs... etc., are a hodgepodge from the source.

Bai Wushang's main goal of this trip is the vampire Duke who has been in the three most powerful thrones for many years and is called "Eurix".

If all his ethnic groups can be collected and pledged, they can be considered as completing the task successfully.

But before that, he needed to conduct on-site investigations and also needed to explore the Twenty-One Ghost Street as much as possible to find opportunities here.

"The black market seems to be a good choice..."

Bai Wushang thought, crossed the one-eyed fishman and walked into the road covered by pale candlelights.

"Gululu...gululu..."

For about half a minute, an old woman in a black robe and a black round hat appeared in sight.

Her hair looks very old, with dry grayish white hair and small folds on her face.

However, Bai Wushen felt a little nervous and instinctively took a warning.

This short, hunchbacked old woman with a kind smile is not a human, but a witch!

In the early stage of the King's Body! Overlord level 9 stars! The Nether Poisonous Demon!

"Young man, do you want a bowl of soup?"

While smiling, the mother-in-law always stirred the spoon in her hand in a clockwise direction.

Bai Wushang's pupils contract slightly.

If you read it correctly, the boiler in front of the other side, the substance rolling in the raging fire seems to be... a poisonous insect!

Thousand-legged centipedes, wet and cold ants, electric demon silkworms, rotten maggots, bacteria butterflies... There are at least fifty species, from juvenile to immortal ones!

"What kind of soup is this?" The newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Bai Wushang saw the living witch for the first time, and was very interested in it deep down.

"Why, drinking one bowl of soup is called 'Peyuan', drinking two bowls is called 'Guben', and drinking three bowls is called 'Zhuangshen'..."

The mother-in-law smiled kindly, and while shaking the spoon, she reminded her in human language:

"It's all very cheap. If you drink three bowls and chat with your mother-in-law to relieve boredom, your mother-in-law will give you a great opportunity..."

"I'm afraid this opportunity isn't it to make me into medicine?"

Bai Wushang was wearing a mask and could not see his expression.

The casual tone when speaking made the old lady in front of her stop the spoon in her hand.

Her face changed suddenly, and her eyes narrowed to a slit, and she cursed:

"Go away, where are you a gangster? Get out of here and don't disturb the old man's business!"

"This black market is indeed 'black' enough..."

Bai Wushang glanced at her and slowly retreated.

During the whole process, the Nether Poison Demon Witch stared at him coldly, and his murderous intent was uncovered.

But there seemed to be some kind of restriction, and she didn't dare to take action, so she could only use "eye killing".

"Hahaha, that old witch still wants to lie, do you think others are fools?"

The second roadside stall is an orc with a horse-headed and human body, and she smiles like a donkey.

He was just a "barbarian horse warrior" in the late stage of the immortal body, but he dared to loudly ridicule the Nether Poison Demon Witch, without any fear.

And unlike ordinary orcs who hate humans, this stall owner acted very indifferent, nor did he roam around, and directly called his own business:

"Look, I'm all the best here. Do you have any of them you like? Buy one and get one free one and get one and you're free!"

Bai Wushang glanced at him and the other party pointed to a group of orc women.

There are "Black Tiger Girl" with big waist and round waists and bulging muscles, and "Black Tiger Girl" with no inches of charm and charm, each with its own style.

Unfortunately, he neither has this kind of interest nor leisure.

He didn't respond, and shook his head and walked towards the third stall.

Stall No. 3 is a real human with sharp ears and monkey cheeks, and looks very smart.

But Bai Wushang looked at him and found that he really wanted something.

"The guest officer has good eyesight. This piece of "thunder strike wood" is picked from the edge of the restricted area. It contains ultra-high concentrations of lightning elements. It is very suitable for refining potions or giving them corresponding attributes to edible..."

Bai Wushang interrupted the stall owner Barabala and suddenly asked, "How to sell it?"

There is no such thing as currency in the Twenty-One Ghost Street. How to trade depends entirely on both the buyer and the seller.

"Ten drops of holy blood... No, just five drops, it's yours!"

"If you plan to slaughter customers, there is no need to talk..."

Bai Wushang's voice was indifferent, and he had an indescribable attitude.

If this lightning strike was not as thick as an arm, it might be worth three or five drops of ordinary holy blood.

The size of a little finger can only make Xiaoci have a full meal, and it cannot be of such high value.

After some bargaining, it may be because I can see whether Bai Wushen can ask for it or not, but I don’t care much.

The stall owner immediately let go and gave up the lightning-hitting wood with a drop of holy blood.

"Yes, Big Bug will take oral tomorrow. You will like the high-quality thunder materials you have never eaten before..."

"Pili!Pili!" Xiaoci, who was at the contract, nodded frequently, and almost drooled.

Unfortunately, there is still food in the stomach that has not been digested, otherwise it will definitely swallow it in one bite, so there is no saying that it will be overnight.

The fourth stall, the fifth stall...

Bai Wushang walked all the way, there were human traffickers who specialize in selling slaves, ghost ginger beasts who are good at boiling potions, and one-stop service from material selection to splicing. He believed that no matter whether he was alive or dead, he needed to prepare for himself.

A vampire in a coffin... her experience has improved slightly.

"Huh, what kind of tree's roots are this?"
Chapter completed!