"One thousand one hundred medium-grade spiritual stones!"
"One thousand three hundred middle-grade spiritual stones!"
……
Countless bids echoed throughout the auction hall.
Although there are a lot of Foundation Establishment Pills this time, for the many casual cultivators and small families, there are too many cultivators in the auction.
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"I am a loser. I hardly pay attention to whether the sun is shining or not because I don't have time.
"My parents can't provide me with support, and my education is not high. I am alone in the city looking for a future.
"I have looked for many jobs, but have never been hired. Maybe no one likes a person who is not good at talking, doesn't like to communicate, and doesn't show enough ability.
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"I only ate two pieces of bread for three whole days, and my hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I paid the rent one month in advance and could continue to live in that dark basement without having to go outside to endure the harsh winter weather.
Unusually cold wind.
"Finally, I found a job, keeping vigil at the hospital and keeping vigil at the morgue.
"The night in the hospital was colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor were not lit and everything was dark. I could only rely on the little light seeping out of the room to help me see my feet.
"The smell there is very bad, and from time to time, deceased people are stuffed in body bags and brought in. We cooperate to help them move into the morgue.
"This is not a very good job, but at least it allows me to buy bread and I can use my free time at night to study. After all, no one wants to come to the morgue unless there are corpses that need to be delivered or transported away and burned.
, Of course, I don’t have enough money to buy books, and I don’t see any hope of saving money at the moment.
"I have to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't left suddenly, I might not have been able to get such a job.
"I dreamed of being able to take turns taking charge of the day, but now I always go to bed when the sun comes out and get up when night comes, which makes my body a little weak and my head occasionally throbs.
"One day, the movers delivered a new body.
"I heard from others that this is my former colleague who suddenly resigned.
"I was a little curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.
"He is an old man. His face is green and white, with wrinkles everywhere. He looks scary under the very dark light.
"His hair is not much, most of it is white, and all his clothes have been taken off, not even a piece of cloth is left for him.
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"I saw a strange mark on his chest. It was blue and black. I can't describe its specific appearance. The light was too dark at the time.
"I reached out and touched the mark. It was nothing special.
"Looking at this former colleague, I was thinking, if I keep doing this, when I get old, will I be like him...
"I told him that I would accompany him to the crematorium tomorrow and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those responsible for these things would not find it troublesome to just find a river and throw them away in a wasteland. p>
"This will cost me a morning's sleep, but fortunately, it's Sunday soon, so I can make up for it.
"After saying that, I made the body bag and stuffed it into the cabinet again.
"The lights in the room seem to be getting darker...
"After that day, every time I went to sleep, I would always dream of a heavy fog.
"I had a premonition that something would happen in the near future, and that sooner or later something that could not be called a human would come to me, but no one wanted to believe me. They felt that my spirit had changed in such an environment and that kind of work.
It's not normal anymore, I need to see a doctor..."
A male customer sitting in front of the bar looked at the narrator who suddenly stopped:
"Then what?"
This male guest is in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed top and light yellow trousers, with his hair flattened, and a simple dark round hat at hand.
He looks ordinary, like most people in the tavern, with black hair and light blue eyes. He is not good-looking or ugly, and lacks obvious features.
The narrator in his eyes is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a tall and straight body, slender limbs, the same short black hair, light blue eyes, but deep facial features that make people's eyes bright.
The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:
"Then?
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"Then I will resign and go back to the countryside, and come here to brag with you."
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, with a somewhat narrow-minded smile.
The male guest was startled:
"Are you bragging about what you just said?"
"Haha." A burst of laughter broke out around the bar.
The laughter subsided for a moment, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:
"Foreigners, you actually believe Lumian's story. He tells it differently every day. Yesterday he was an unlucky guy whose fiancée broke off his engagement because of poverty. Today he has become a corpse-keeper!" p>
"Yes, talking about thirty years on the east side of the Serenzo River and thirty years on the right side of the Serenzo River is just nonsense!" Another tavern regular followed.
They are all farmers from the large village of Kordu, wearing black, gray or brown short jackets.
The black-haired young man named Lumian supported the bar with both hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:
"As you know, this is not a story I made up. It was all written by my sister. She likes writing stories the most, and she is also a columnist for "Novel Weekly"."
After saying that, he turned sideways, spread his hands to the foreign guest, and said with a bright smile:
"It seems that she writes really well.
"Sorry, you misunderstood."
The ordinary-looking man wearing a brown tweed jacket was lifeless. He stood up and responded with a smile:
"Very interesting story.
"What do you call it?"
"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian smiled.
The guest from out of town nodded:
"My name is Ryan Kos.
"These two are my companions Valentine and Liya."
The latter sentence refers to the man and woman sitting next to you.
The man is in his mid-twenties, has yellow hair with a little powder on it, and his not-so-big eyes are a little darker than the lake blue. He is wearing a white vest, a blue tweed jacket and black trousers. He is obviously wearing something before going out.
Dress up carefully.
He looked quite indifferent and rarely looked at the farmers and herdsmen around him.
The woman looks younger than the two men. She has long light gray hair tied into a complicated bun and a white veil that serves as a hat.
Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and she looked at Lumian with an undisguised smile. She seemed to only find what happened just now interesting.
Under the illumination of the gas wall lamp in the tavern, the woman named Liya showed off her pretty nose and gracefully curved lips. She was definitely a beauty in a countryside like Kordu Village.
She was wearing a white pleated cashmere tight skirt, an off-white coat and a pair of Marcel boots. She also had two small silver bells tied to her veil and boots. When she walked into the tavern just now, they were jingling all the way.
It is very eye-catching and makes many men stare straight at it.
In their eyes, this must be the fashionable dress only found in big cities like Bigor, the provincial capital, and Trier, the capital.
Lumian nodded to the three outsiders:
"My name is Lumian. Li, you can just call me Lumian."
"Li?" Liya blurted out.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my last name?" Lumian asked curiously.
Ryan Kos explained to Liya:
"Your last name is scary. I almost couldn't control my voice just now."
Seeing the farmers around him, the herdsmen looked puzzled, and he further explained:
"Everyone who has been in contact with sailors or maritime merchants knows that there is such a saying spread across the five seas:
"I would rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than a man named Frank Lee.
"That person's last name is also Li."
"Is he scary?" Lumian asked.
Ryan shook his head:
"I don't know, but since there is such a legend, it must not be bad."
He stopped the topic and said to Lumian:
"Thanks for the story, it's worth a glass of wine, what do you want?"
"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian was not polite at all and sat down again.
Ryan Kos frowned slightly and said:
"'Green Fairy'...absinthe?
"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body. This kind of wine may cause insanity and make you hallucinate."
"I didn't expect that Trier's popularity has spread here." Liya next to her added with a smile.
Lumian said "Oh":
"It turns out that people in Trier also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...
"For us, life is hard enough. There is no need to care about a little more harm. This kind of wine can relax our spirits even more."
"Okay." Ryan sat back and looked at the bartender, "One cup of 'Green Fairy' and another cup of 'Spicy Heart' for me."
"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit soju.
"Why don't you give me a cup of 'Green Fairy'? I told you the truth just now, and I can also tell you the whole situation of this kid!" The thin middle-aged man who was the first to expose Lumian told stories every day
The man shouted dissatisfied, "Outlander, I can see that you still have doubts about the authenticity of that story!"
"Pierre, you can do anything just to get a free glass of wine!" Lumian responded loudly.
Before Ryan could make a decision, Lumian added:
"Why can't I tell it myself, so I can have one more cup of Green Fairy?"
"Because they don't know whether to believe what you said." The middle-aged man named Pierre said with a proud smile, "Your sister's favorite story to tell the children is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf', she is always a liar.
You will inevitably lose credibility."
"Okay." Lumian shrugged and watched the bartender push a glass of light green wine in front of him.
Ryan looked at him and asked:
"Is that okay?"
"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks." Lumian didn't care.
"Then let's have another cup of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.
Pierre suddenly smiled:
"Generous foreigner, this kid is the most prankster in the village. You must stay away from him.
"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Auroer and never left again. Do you think that before that, he was only thirteen years old, how could he go to the hospital to be a cadaver? Well, it's the closest to us.
The hospital is in Liège down the mountain, and it takes a whole afternoon to walk there."
"Take it back to the village?" Liya asked keenly.
She tilted her head slightly, making a tinkling sound.
Pierre nodded:
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"Then, his surname was 'Li' after Aurore, and even his name 'Lumian' was given by Aurore."
"I forgot what it was originally called." Lumian took a sip of absinthe and said with a smile.
It seems that he has no sense of inferiority or shame at all about his past being exposed in this way.
