Alchemy! Control the beast! The good-for-nothing lady kills the three worlds madly

"Why don't you kneel down in front of your distinguished guest!"

A sharp and sinister voice suddenly sounded, and a short old Taoist wearing a gray robe appeared silently, with a stern and sinister look on his ugly face.

After the words fell, the young man in black knelt humbly on the ground without any hesitation. He was thin, with his head lowered, and his thin, centipede-like jawline was hidden in the shadows.

Nan Wanye frowned, feeling pity for no reason, and said in a deep voice: "Get up! You didn't scare anyone, and you didn't do anything wrong. Stand up!"

The boy in black didn't move at all, his eyes were lowered and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The old Taoist was very short, like a dwarf, but his facial features were very old, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Standing there, he was only as tall as a young man kneeling.

The old Taoist snorted coldly at him: "The guest asked you to get up. Are you deaf?"

"Yes."

The young man in black stood up meekly, stepped aside, and stood under the corner with almost no presence.

Nan Wanye controlled herself not to look at him, and said straight to the point:

"I heard that you sacrificed two zombies. I wonder if you would be willing to part with one of them?"

The old Taoist raised his head and looked at Nan Wanye, his sticky eyes falling on her like cold poisonous snakes. Instead of answering her question, he asked:

"Why is the guest covering his face? Is this face shameful?"

Han Feng said angrily: "Old Niubi, do you want to sell it or not? Just give us a price. If you don't want to sell it, we'll leave!"

The old Taoist grinned, revealing his sharp black teeth, like ghost teeth: "Sell it, why don't you sell it, what price are you willing to pay? I won't sell it if it's cheap."

Nan Wanye said expressionlessly: "Look at the goods first."

"Okay, just follow Pindao."

The old Taoist walked in front and led the way. He was only as tall as Nan Wanye's waist, and his gray Taoist robe was trailing on the ground.

The yard is not big, and there are many puppets neatly placed everywhere. They are very delicately carved, but the facial features of the puppets are very gloomy, and their eyes seem to move with people. If you look closely, they are just dead objects.

These puppets should have been carved and placed by a young man in black, but the old man looks very sloppy.

The young man calls himself "little slave" and obeys the old Taoist's words. Xu is the slave bought by the old Taoist.

Soon the old man stopped in front of a room and opened the door. Two gusts of fishy wind suddenly rushed towards him. Nan Wanye did not move, but Han Feng had already taken action and easily subdued the two red-eyed zombies with green faces and fangs.

The old Taoist smiled apologetically and said: "These two beasts don't understand human nature. They couldn't hold back when they smelled fresh blood. Fortunately, they didn't hurt the two distinguished guests."

Nan Wanye frowned and said, "These two zombies are so vicious, are they feeding on human blood?"

The two zombies were still making roaring sounds from their mouths.

If it were just fed with animal blood, it wouldn't have such a big reaction after smelling the smell of strangers.

The old Taoist smiled, his smile was very ugly: "How can Pindao afford to feed him animal blood every day? Pindao's little slave has a humble background and low bloodline. Feeding zombies with his blood is the best thing."

When Nan Wanye heard this, she clenched her fists in her sleeves.

The zombies were actually fed with the blood of this boy who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. No wonder the boy had no blood and blood, and his skin was as white as if he had never seen the sun.

She remained calm and said quietly: "I want these two zombies. Please give me a price."

The veteran became interested: "Oh? The customer wants both? Yes, yes, but the price is not cheap."

"Stop talking nonsense, just ask for the price." Han Feng sounded impatient, feeling even more disgusted with this vicious old man.

"This number!"

The old Taoist gave a number.

Han Feng was furious: "You are asking for an exorbitant price! It's just a low-level red-eyed zombie, with a maximum of 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones, a total of 60,000, this price is sky-high!"

The old Taoist dared to ask for two hundred thousand!

"But in the Holy City, only poor Taoists sell zombies. If you can afford it, buy it. If you can't afford it, you can also exchange it for a mythical beast. Isn't this girl the favorite woman of the Venerable Qingluan? Let the Venerable take it It’s okay to exchange it for a mythical beast.”

As soon as the word "divine beast" came out, Han Feng and Nan Wanye narrowed their eyes at the same time.

They really underestimated this veteran.

Being in the outer city, his hands and eyes could reach the sky, and he knew Nan Wanye's identity a long time ago.

That's right, the old Taoist has raised so many little ghosts, and there are countless ghosts in the whole yard, how can he not have some means to find out the news?

It turned out that he knew her identity when he saw himself and Han Feng.

Nan Wanye could turn around and leave without buying his zombie. She didn't have to buy it. She could also find other zombies if she took some time.

But her feet stood in place, as if they were rooted, unable to move.

If he didn't buy the zombies, the old man would feed the two zombies with the blood of the boy in black.

Her dark eyes were cold, unable to see waves or emotions. She took out a storage bag full of spiritual stones, which contained exactly two hundred thousand, which she had specially kept to return some of it to Cang Wanchen.

The veteran moved very quickly and snatched the storage bag away, rudely and rudely.

"It seems that we have an understanding. Miss Nan, the amount you prepared exactly matches the amount Pindao said."

Nan Wanye didn't bother to care about his rudeness and directly put the two zombies into the spirit beast bag.

Zombies are just low-level creatures. They are similar to spirit beasts and can be put into the spirit beast bag.

A smile appeared on the old Taoist's sour face, and he said sinisterly: "Go slowly, no farewell, welcome to come again next time."

Nan Wanye asked casually, "Will this boy be sold? I just want him to raise these two zombies for me."

"This little slave, Pindao, is a priceless treasure. No matter how many spiritual stones there are, Pindao would not be willing to sell it."

The old Taoist's tone was strange, and his eyes looking at Nan Wanye were a bit teasing and teasing, as if he had seen through everything.

Nan Wanye felt more and more strange about him.

"Little Diao slave, let's see the guests off."

The old Taoist sang with a voice as sharp as an eunuch's.

The young man in black walked out from the corner and led the way respectfully: "Distinguished guests, please."

Nan Wanye felt angry. The boy's name was actually "Little Diao Nu"? This old thing is damned!

No, that's not right, my emotions seem to have been manipulated inexplicably.

A cold air rose from the soles of her feet, and her hands and feet instantly became cold.

Her heart sank, looking at the thin back of the boy in black, she had several complicated thoughts.

She stopped speaking, and the old man's cold gaze behind her followed her like a gangrene in her bones. She had a sixth sense that someone was plotting against her.

Puppet master!

This word suddenly came to mind.

For a moment, she figured out the joint.

A powerful puppet master with the ability to manipulate cause and effect, she should have been targeted by the opponent for a long time.

Not only that, he must have something personal that he has used!

What will it be?