Chapter 255: Chapter 114: The Dafeng Chronicles! Donglin Ghost Market!_3

East Forest Mountain was located in a remote area, about three to four hundred miles away from Dafeng State City. Su Changkong wasn’t in a hurry to travel. By the time he arrived at East Forest Mountain, it was already nighttime.

The moon shone sparse amidst the stars, and the entirety of East Forest Mountain was dead silent. Su Changkong was no stranger to the Ghost Market, aware that it tended to be desolate and hidden. He glanced at the sky without hesitation and stepped into the depths of East Forest Mountain.

At this moment, Su Changkong had altered his appearance, wearing an ape mask and black robes, and had changed his physique with Turtle Breath Technique to conceal his identity.

Inside East Forest Mountain, with the undergrowth thick and lush, Su Changkong casually strolled around for a while when he felt a gaze spying and observing him.

Without hesitation, Su Changkong lowered his voice and presented the token: “I am here to participate in the Ghost Market transaction.”

“This way.”

Shortly after, a similarly hoarse voice emerged from the woods, accompanied by the sound of footsteps fading into the distance. Su Changkong, without any hesitation, followed behind.

Following the guide through the darkness of the distant forest, Su Changkong quickly reached the depths of East Forest Mountain and saw the twinkling lights of a small village hidden within the mountains.

At the entrance of the town, guards with Ghost Face masks and weapons at their waists stood watch. After showing the token, Su Changkong smoothly entered the Ghost Market.

“It’s really nostalgic…”

Looking at the passersby on the streets, all wearing masks, and the random stalls set up along the roadside within an especially eerie and quiet atmosphere, Su Changkong couldn’t help but reminisce about the first time he visited the Ghost Market in Clearwater City. By now, he had become much more experienced.

Su Changkong wandered through the Ghost Market, spotting plenty of items difficult to find outside, such as deadly poisons, fierce medicines, weapons, armors, and even some Martial Arts Secret Manuals.

However, for the current Su Changkong, it was difficult for anything to arouse his interest.

“What do you need, dear guest? I am the manager of this Ghost Market. I can help you find what you’re looking for.”

While Su Changkong browsed, a hoarse voice came from under the corner eaves of a house.

When Su Changkong looked over, it was a person in white robes wearing a red Ghost Face mask, standing in the shadows, giving off an ominous vibe.

The reason the man with the red face mask actively approached Su Changkong was quite simple.

“This person with the ape mask is no ordinary fellow… His entire presence is undetectable, with blood flow and heart rate no different from an average person’s. He’s not an ordinary character!” the man thought to himself.

The strength of a Martial Artist can be discerned through keen observation.

For instance, a Martial Artist with Body Refinement Great Achievement will certainly have strong muscles and bones, and a demeanor unlike that of an ordinary person. Meanwhile, those in the Qi-Blood Realm will have a different blood flow speed, heart rate strength, and even body temperature than typical Martial Artists.

The Turtle Breath Technique practiced by Su Changkong was best at concealing one’s aura. Under the scrutiny of others, Su Changkong appeared inconspicuous, just like an ordinary person.

But certainly, no ordinary person would come to the Ghost Market. Therefore, the man with the red face mask who couldn’t see through Su Changkong took the initiative to speak up and inquire about his needs.

Su Changkong was also slightly moved; he was openly purchasing intelligence about Demon Monsters, which was too conspicuous. Asking this red-faced mask man, who claimed to be the manager of the Ghost Market, would perhaps be less troublesome, as he must know many pieces of intelligence.

With this thought in mind, Su Changkong lowered his voice to make it sound hoarse and old: “I want to buy information about Demon Monsters.”

Upon hearing this, the man with the red mask visibly hesitated, as if he was pondering something.

“Come with me,” the man eventually said slowly, heading towards a small courtyard in the Ghost Market.

“Let’s see.” Noticing there was a play, Su Changkong understood that the man with the red face mask might really possess information about Demon Monsters. So without hesitation, he followed.

In a lantern-lit residence in the Ghost Market town, a dusty guest room was prepared. The red face mask man wiped the dust off a chair and said to Su Changkong, “Please, have a seat.”

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Su Changkong’s response and left the room.

Su Changkong didn’t rush, sitting on the chair and waiting quietly.

Before long, someone entered the room. It wasn’t the previous red mask man but a man with a more imposing figure, wearing a bull head mask.

“I heard you want to purchase information about Demon Monsters?”

The man with the bull head mask sat down opposite Su Changkong and scrutinized him carefully, his voice deep and robust, suggesting he was in his thirties or forties.

“Yes, do you have it?”

Su Changkong nodded slightly. In the Ghost Market, where all sorts of people mixed, anything that couldn’t be bought in the regular market could potentially be found there!

Of course, whether the information bought was true or false was up to Su Changkong to judge for himself.

“The price… is not cheap,”, said the man with the bull head mask, “and I don’t accept bargaining. Otherwise, forget it!”

This man with the bull head mask was quite assertive, stating a fixed price and implying that if Su Changkong bargained, the deal would be off.

“Name your price,” Su Changkong simply said.

“Thirty thousand taels of silver,” the man with the bull head mask blurted out a price.

“Thirty thousand taels?”

Su Changkong frowned slightly. That price was indeed too expensive!

When Su Changkong had originally purchased the Alchemy book, the Precious Pill Record, the grandson of an Alchemist, Sun Yun, had only asked for ten thousand taels, and Su Changkong managed to bring it down to two thousand taels.

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