My life of martial arts training

Although Zhiyang Zhenqi was fleeting, it was still noticed by the boss, and a strong malice suddenly appeared in his eyes.

His face became a little gloomy, as if he didn't expect Shen Yuan to actually take off the ghost mask.

"Old man, tell me." Shen Yuan said coldly. Since the other party has a bad attitude, there is no need for him to put his hot face against his cold butt.

A fierce light flashed in the boss's eyes, and he slowly said an astonishing price: "Seven taels of silver."

"What?" Shen Yuan looked stunned, thinking that he was hearing hallucinations.

"Seven taels of silver, if you don't buy it, get out." The boss said in a low voice.

Chen Yuan held the ghost face and thought quickly in his eyes, could this old guy be so kind? Or in other words, what kind of tricks are hidden behind this ghost's face?

Among the three people next to him, a petite man wrapped in a blue robe seemed to want to stand up and remind him, but was stopped by his companions.

"Senior brother," the man in blue robe said secretly, somewhat puzzled.

"Junior sister, don't meddle in other people's business." The man in the middle shook his head.

"We can't afford to offend this strange ghost street. Have you forgotten the master's instructions?"

The man in blue robe lowered his head, helpless.

Although the small movements between the three of them were hidden, Shen Yuan still noticed something was wrong. His eyes flashed, he took out seven taels of silver and asked, "Is this the silver you are talking about?"

The boss's face changed slightly.

Seeing the other party's hesitation, Shen Yuan sneered and said with a ghost face: "Let's go."

"It shouldn't be. How did this little beast see it?" The boss's eyes showed doubts, and then he looked at the three of them with fierce eyes.

The three people's bodies trembled, as if they didn't expect the change to happen so quickly. They didn't dare to stay any longer and left in a hurry.

"Zhiyang warrior!" Looking at Shen Yuan's leaving back, the boss said through gritted teeth. He took off the clothes on his chest, and the skin at the heart was tightly wrinkled, as if it was being burned by flames.

Looking at this wound, the hatred in my heart has not dissipated even after hundreds of years. Instead, it has become more and more intense as time goes by.

Shen Yuan left the [Nuo Noodle Shop], looked back, and immediately found that the other three people had followed him out. He originally wanted to go up and say hello, but the other party was in a hurry and quickly left the Ghost Street.

"Brother Shen, this strange ghost street is too weird, why don't we leave." Ling Qing suggested.

"I'll take care of it myself, you go deal with your own affairs first." Shen Yuan shook his head.

Although this place is weird, there are some good things.

"Okay, let's meet at the trading center then." Ling Qing nodded. Following Shen Yuan, if he really encounters danger, he will only become a burden to the other party.

After Ling Qing left, Shen Yuan continued walking deeper into the street.

We came to the second shop, which was a paper figurine shop. There were two paper figurines, one white and one black, a man and a woman, at the door.

Shen Yuan did not go in again this time. He took a look outside and found that there was no one inside, but there were many paper items for burials, including paper money, paper tables, and paper houses. It seemed that there were not many items.

The third shop is a heaven and earth bank. Two large ingots, one gold and one silver, are hung on the door beam. There is also a line written on it, which leads to the Qingming Festival and the Netherworld.

"Old guy, you really want to trick me." Shen Yuan looked at the silver ingot and thought of the seven taels of silver mentioned before, with a cold look in his eyes.

He also did not choose to go in and continued forward. The fourth shop was a rice shop and the fifth shop was a coffin shop.

After thinking for a while, Shen Yuan decided to go to the bank first. This ghost street has its own unique economic system. Outside items may not be useful here. It is best to exchange for some money.

Entering the bank, there was no one inside. The dark red counter had long faded, and rusty metal railings blocked the back of the counter. There was a thick black mist inside, with only a semicircular opening.

The black fog rolled for a while, and then a middle-aged man wearing a military hat and a big belly walked out.

"Sir, please take a seat. I want to change something." The middle-aged man's attitude was surprisingly enthusiastic.

Shen Yuan remained silent and looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared. The man seemed to be wearing a shroud, but the clothes were printed with gold ingots.

"You must have been tricked by that old ghost from [Nuo Noodle Shop]." The middle-aged man said with an angry look.

"Oh, how do you know?" Shen Yuan asked.

"The old ghost did this stupid thing to discredit our White Walker Street, resulting in only a few shops left."

"In that case, why don't you kill him? If you leave such a black sheep here, won't it delay your business?" Shen Yuan did not relax his vigilance.

"The shops in Strange Ghost Street will be closed only if they can't survive. We can't do anything, otherwise the Nuo noodle shop would have been flattened by us." The middle-aged man sighed.

"The old guy said that you can buy a ghost face for seven taels of silver. Is it true?" Shen Yuan did not dwell on this issue anymore.

"Seven taels?"

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly rose, and he said in surprise: "That old man must be crazy about money. Seven taels is enough to buy a coffin."

"But this is not ordinary silver, but ingots sold by our bank. If you don't pay with ingots, the subsequent ghost face will suck your lifespan."

"The exchange price for ingots is here." The middle-aged man handed over a faded wooden sign.

"Absorb life span?" Shen Yuan's face was startled. Although he was only in his twenties, it didn't mean he didn't want to live longer.

If he hadn't sensed a clue, he wouldn't have known he was being betrayed.

"Old man, don't let me catch you." His eyes exuded a chill.

One tael of silver ingot, five years of life.

"Exchange for life?" Shen Yuan's eyes condensed, and he continued to look down, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

You can exchange it with spiritual objects, but the price is quite expensive. A plant of earth-level medium-grade spiritual medicine can only be exchanged for one tael of ingot.

Shen Yuan gritted his teeth and took out part of the spiritual medicine he had just sold, and exchanged a total of nine taels of ingot.

The ingots here are only three taels, seven taels, and nine taels, and there is also a handling fee.

The middle-aged man's attitude became more enthusiastic after making a deal.

"Can I ask what is the relationship between your Ghost Street and the Night Ghost Market, and where is your headquarters?" Shen Yuan asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's not a secret."

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "The Ghost Street and the Night Ghost Market are in a cooperative relationship. As for our headquarters, it is in the Great Zhou Dynasty."

"The Great Zhou Dynasty?" Shen Yuan's eyes were slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the origin of the Ghost Street was so profound that it was actually a cross-border business.

"Well, your Dali Dynasty also has some business with our Dazhou Dynasty, such as the ghost-slaying weapon, the oath scripture, and the Taoist talisman. Although the power of the Taoist talisman has been weakened a lot, the quantity is huge and there are no side effects, so the market is still quite wide." The middle-aged man replied.

"Thank you for clearing up my doubts." Shen Yuan bowed and thanked.

"You're welcome. If you are interested, you can come to visit the headquarters of the Dazhou Dynasty." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"If there is a chance, I will definitely." Shen Yuan nodded.