Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Mu Jin looked towards the dark shadow area behind the mountain. There were densely packed caves there, some with bonfires lit, some with glowing fluorite. It was obvious that every row and every line of them were inhabited by people.

"Hello, hey, hey, do you need to see some treasures? There are all kinds of treasures. I have everything you need." It was an old man with a half-withered head, a hunched body, cloudy eyes, and he seemed to be dying soon.

Mu Jin quietly pulled Zhang Song.

He whispered that the man was called Old Man Huang. He had seen this old man on the first day he came here. However, more than 30 years had passed and half of the cultivators in the Ghost Cave had been replaced, but Old Man Huang was still here.

It's scary. Rumor has it that everyone who has traded with him has disappeared, and it's suspected that everything he sells is a trap.

"Old man Huang is very strong." Mu Jin added emphatically.

This sentence is the key point.

Zhang Song looked at the old man again and again, and then looked at the eight treasures on his stall.

Zhang Song was considered rich in terms of treasures, but apart from the prayer flag that flew automatically, he only had an ox horn that could be considered half a treasure.

It’s not that they can’t afford it, it’s just that few people are selling it. There are a few pieces in Siling Pavilion, and the prices are astonishing.

"Really?"

"Of course. I, Old Huang, am known as the Lingbao Venerable. I have few other things but many treasures."

"Boy, I like you. You just ran away from your marriage with your girlfriend, right? If you agree to one condition, I will give you a treasure."

"After passing this village, there is no such shop."

Mu Jin pulled him and shook her head. This Old Huang was the most incredible existence in the Ghost Cave. If you paid attention, the treasures that he sold would return to his hands in no more than five years.

"Is the treasure real?"

"Of course it is true. If it is false, it will stop me from reaching the Three Flowers and prevent me from becoming a god."

Zhang Song had a blank expression on his face and was shocked. Mu Jin seemed to have also discovered the loophole in Old Man Huang's words.

Just brag.

Zhang Song nodded: "The reputation of Siling Pavilion is still good. I wonder which boss of Siling Pavilion you are?"

"Alas, Old Huang, I'm not the boss. At most, I'm a shopkeeper."

After saying this, he felt that he had said something wrong, and the smile on his old face disappeared. He threw his sleeves and said, "Boy, do you want these eight treasures? I have been collecting them here for more than a hundred years."

Zhang Song couldn't help but feel a little greedy in his heart, and he even had a great deal of trust in Lao Huang's sincere self-mockery.

The thunder bamboo in the fairy palace swayed slightly. Zhang Song recovered, but his expression remained unchanged and he was still focused. He walked over slowly, and no matter how hard Mu Jin tried to pull him, she couldn't stop him. She was so angry that she hugged his arm and followed him.

Zhang Song was not actually tempted, but Lei Zhu still cleaned up his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Brother Huang, I practice both insect and martial arts. Can you please see if there is any treasure that is suitable for me and how many spirit stones it will cost?"

Zhang Song felt a little relieved. The old man didn't attack directly, which showed that he had a bottom line and that he was not in the other party's sight.

It's like a wolf may tempt a sheep in various ways, but will never tempt a mouse. It may want to eat it, but it's not enough now. At most, it will stretch out its claws and scratch the mouse a few times, just to play with it and scare it.

"These three are all very rare treasures."

"You and I, Old Huang, have a good impression of each other. The first item is the Howling Moon Spirit Bone."

It looks like a fox skull. When the moon is full every month, place the skull on your forehead. Your cultivation speed will increase three times, and you will have a chance to collect one to three drops of Emperor's Liquid.

The essence of the Emperor's Flowing Moon, the extremely yin energy, is lacking in humans, animals and insects. At this moment, Zhang Song was really moved.

However, carrying a fox skull on his head, he still felt a little uncomfortable. He was worried that the entire fox clan would hunt him down. He had to endure it for now.

A smile flashed in Mr. Huang's eyes. He was not afraid that you would not be moved, but he was afraid that you would turn around and leave without asking.

"The insect nest contains the inheritance of a powerful insect. If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Zhang Song scratched his head innocently, looking embarrassed and excited, and said, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Huang, please introduce the third one."

"The third item is perfect for you. This knife can be contained in your body. Once it is released, even a primary Jindan cultivator will be injured."

Zhang Song was silent and hesitated for a moment.

Mr. Huang, who had been chattering incessantly, immediately stopped talking. This scene made him look rather funny, as if a liar had met a con man and they were having a "confrontation" among themselves.

Zhang Song pretended to sigh and shook his head.

Old Huang smiled and said, "You have a very cunning personality, but you are very suitable for practicing our great way. Although your ambition is a little small, you are a good seedling. If you become my disciple, I will teach you the method to directly enter the state of spiritual transformation."

"You kid, you are just a warrior who practices simple martial arts, but you actually practiced some insect way and succeeded?"

Huang Lao shook his head regretfully: "You are too cautious. If I attack you, even if you are prepared, what can you do? You won't be able to take it all at once."

"Boy, I'm a little confused now. How did you know that there were traps on my treasures? Don't tell me that you made a blind guess because you are timid."

Zhang Song smiled.

"Because your last name is Huang, and I actually know someone with the last name Huang, who is in charge of the Four Spirits Pavilion."

"From the beginning, you were acting, trying to get me to buy a treasure and tricking me into signing some terms that would lead to my death."

"Miss Mu and I are standing together, but you are only looking at me. This means you know me. These things are just bait for fishing."

Zhang Song: "Senior, if you have anything to say, please tell me directly. I will never refuse if I can do it."

If you can't do it, then there's nothing I can do. Anyway, I'm jealous of those treasures of yours.

Zhang Song was sincere and resolute, putting loyalty and promise first.

If Mr. Huang had not seen the boy's true face long ago, he might have been deceived by his appearance.

"Forget it. I'll give you these three treasures. They are useless to me. I just need you to agree to one of my trading conditions."

Mr. Huang’s only condition is a promise.

The more this happened, the more Zhang Song dared not to agree.

This old man Huang's cultivation is obviously stronger than his master Yu Youzi who is at the Nascent Soul stage. Why would he need to ask for any promise from a young cultivator like him who has just reached the second level?

No matter how you look at it, it seems like a cheap and vulgar trick from northern Myanmar that can only fool mothers.

"Haha, kid, you know better than me what's going on outside right now. Even though several Golden Core monsters have appeared around us, don't you want to think about how to improve your own strength? Relying on Yu Youzi, Shi Niu Village will be destroyed sooner or later."

Although Mr. Huang was unwilling to say anything, Zhang Song still heard a lot.

Internal and external troubles.

The situation in Zhenshan City doesn't seem to be very good now, but the same is true for Shiniuzhai. Internally, the Liao family and the Bai family are dissatisfied with the Mo family's long-term occupation of the management position. As for the external threat, as Mr. Huang mentioned just now, there is more than one golden elixir monster, Lilong.

Zhang Song's face looked very heavy, but he was thinking in his heart what did it have to do with me?

His mind is not broad, and his goals are even smaller. Having enough food and clothing is the first priority, and the happiness of those around him is the second. If possible, he would pursue a petty bourgeois life, and finally immortality.

At the beginning, on the mobile phone calculation question-and-answer software, he traveled through the palace fighting drama and was able to survive to level 12, which was six or seven levels higher than his colleagues.

"What are you hesitating about, kid?"