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The woman who committed suicide that Xia Ren saw in the small town when she was dealing with neurofungus belonged to this category.

The first competing product ended soon. After several rounds of competition, the final transaction price was 1500 million alliance coins.

Xia Ren was a little surprised by the second competing product.

It was the bloated boy just now who dragged out a long wooden cabinet from the side curtain. Because the item was too large, it was not placed on the display stand like the golden mead just now, but was thrown directly into the ground .

No matter how Xia Ren looked at it, no matter how he felt that the wooden cabinet looked like a coffin.

Facts have proved that his conjecture was not wrong.

The host lifted the lid of the wooden cabinet, and there was a dead woman inside. The stench immediately filled the air, but everyone was unmoved.

"The second auction item is the corpse of the dreamer. He just died seven days ago. The cause of death was drug overdose. The corpse is well preserved, especially the brain has not suffered any external damage. The starting price: 1000 million Union coins."

This time there were more people raising placards, and nearly half of the people in the venue were eager to move.

Xia Ren turned his head and asked Niu Changshou next to him: "What are the dreamers? Why are their corpses more precious than the golden mead just now?"

After coming to Arkham, he realized that he still knew too little about the world, so he would not let go of any opportunity to increase his knowledge.

"Dream makers are people who are extremely talented in dreams. They are rare in number, but they can find the way to the dreamland in dreams and live in it.

Some powerful dreamers can even bring items from the dreamland to the present world. Whether they are wizards or those of other races, they all covet this ability. It also has great research value. "

Niu Changshou turned his head and glanced at the entrance of the venue. There were still scattered people entering the venue. There were not enough seats, so they simply stood in the corridor.

What is it that can attract so many people...

Chapter 521 I got the oil painting

The next exhibits are all ancient manuscripts and alchemy materials that wizards are interested in. The competition is not very fierce. There are also a few items that even the host himself does not know the specific use of. No one participated in the auction except for the guy who was to be picked up.

From the beginning to the present, Xia Ren has never raised a placard once, and sat firmly on Mount Tai.

He noticed that there were also a small group of people in the entire venue who, like them, showed no interest in the previous competing products, as if they were waiting for something.

Seeing that three items had been unsold, the host's face remained the same, as if he was about to die at any moment, and the boy brought the next competing item.

This is an oil painting about the size of two pieces of A4 paper pieced together. It is covered with a clean gray cloth. The frame is a bit old, and the traces of time can be seen.

Xia Ren clenched his hands unconsciously, and leaned forward.

The boy stood up the painting and put it on the display stand. The host lifted the gray cloth.

It was an emerald green oil painting, the scenery inside was a dense forest, those leaves and green grass did not know what kind of paint was used, even after a long time, the color still did not fade, as if the real plants were growing, exuding a lively vitality.

Deeper in the jungle, in the dark shade, a wooden hut can be vaguely seen. If you put your eyes on the hut and want to take a closer look, the person watching will feel a bone-chilling coolness, as if there is an extremely terrifying thing hidden inside. things.

"The unknown oil painting is said to have a certain connection with the dreamland. If you stare at it for a long time, you will be troubled by horrible nightmares and unknown diseases, and your body will gradually become weak. Starting price: 100 million Union coins."

Compared to other items, this painting is unexpectedly cheap.

But in the venue, no one showed enthusiasm.

They have long been accustomed to the host's deceptive introduction. The Dreamland is a place that wizards want to touch no matter what. If this painting is really related to the Dreamland, how can the starting price be so low? Well, the starting price for the corpse of the dream maker was 1000 million alliance coins, but this painting was only 100 million, a tenfold difference in the middle, which shows that the venue itself is not optimistic about the value of this painting.

The host looked around everyone, raised a hammer and knocked: "Do you want it, once!"

If nothing else, this painting will be the fourth unsold item in this auction.

"200."

Suddenly, someone in the crowd raised a sign.

Xia Ren's hand holding the sign froze, and turned his head to look aside.

A few tens of meters away from them, another man in a black robe held up a sign first.

Is there anyone else interested in this painting?

Xia Ren frowned, and raised a sign: "300 million."

The host raised his tone slightly, and said, "300 million, 300 million, is there anyone else who wants to raise the price?"

The person who raised the sign first turned his head and glanced at Xia Ren's side, but didn't increase the price.

"300 million once, 300 million twice..."

Xia Ren was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but in an instant, he felt a chill down his spine, as if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to toe, and a strong malice poured on him almost undisguisedly, making his hair stand on end.

"who is it?"

His eyes were patrolling the venue at this moment.

At the front of the venue, someone held up a sign: "[-] million."

Immediately attracted everyone's attention.

There was an uproar, people whispering under their cloaks, discussing the identity of the bidder, and the true value of the painting.

Although in this auction venue, it is not uncommon to see hundreds of millions of goods, and even tens of billions or even hundreds of billions are not uncommon, but it is relatively rare for a painting with a starting price of 100 million to increase the price by a hundred times three times. Because the organizer rarely makes such a big mistake in the valuation of items.

Under Xia Ren's gaze, the figure holding the placard slowly turned his head and pulled down the brim of his robe.

Under the light, there was a familiar face with pale skin like a dead body. Behind the narrow-rimmed glasses, there was a shadowy gaze staring at this side, and a provocative smile appeared on the corner of the mouth.

Xia Ren narrowed his eyes slightly, and despite the waves in his heart, he remained calm on the surface.

The other party shifted his gaze to Qin Yun, who was holding Lily, raised his palm, brushed it across the throat, made a threatening gesture, and then turned and sat down.

Qin Yun couldn't help trembling, Xia Ren held her hand under the black robe, soothing the latter's emotions.

"It's Fu Sheng, he didn't die..."

Qin Yun's voice trembled a little.

Xia Ren squeezed her palm and said, "It's okay, he can't threaten us now."

Although he had a premonition before, but seeing Liu Fusheng in Arkham with his own eyes, Xia Ren was still a little surprised.

It seems that what he guessed at the beginning was not wrong. It was only Liu Fusheng's kind personality who was killed by Cheng Shuangshuang on Qiuming Mountain. His truly malicious personality had already used the dead body to escape.

However, today is different from the past, Xia Ren's strength has improved by more than one level compared to the past, and the second tentacles have grown, so it is difficult for ordinary apostles to pose any threat to him.

He has even made a plan to get rid of Liu Fusheng quickly. The other party's thinking is beyond comprehension to ordinary people. He is simply a collection of malicious intentions. To him, killing people is as simple as eating and drinking, and it is even full of fun. Things, if he continues to live, may cause danger to the people around him in the dark, so he must cut the roots.

If the other party is unwilling to leave Arkham, then even in the urban area, he must find a way to get rid of the other party.