Chapter 1125

Ling Guang shrugged and jumped onto the tree branch. Can't distinguish monkeys? It wasn't it who hit him.

He He Lingchuan then stepped forward and kicked his leg: "Answer honestly, otherwise I'll chop you into pieces and throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

His expression was plain, his tone was plain, as if he were buying vegetables at the market, telling the stall owner "Cut half of this piece of pork for me, I don't want more," but the captive heard the terror in it.

Usually, he would have to say a few harsh words to support the scene, such as you are done for, my brothers won't let you go, etc.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt that this man could do what he said, so he was more honest in his mouth than in his heart, and immediately softened: "Y-you, you ask!"

"Name?"

The captive trembled and confessed everything.

It turned out he was called A Hao, had forgotten who his parents were since he was a child, came from the inland of Bo Kingdom, and mixed into a small gang at the wharf two and a half years ago, usually making a living by stealing and kidnapping, and also collecting protection money.

Protection money is protection money, some collected from shops, some from peddlers, and some from those engaged in the flesh trade.

Occasionally, he also sold chewing tobacco from other places with the companion on the ground.

Dong Rui despised: "You haven't made a name for yourself after mixing for two years."

A Hao smiled bitterly: "In the past two years, refugees coming to Bo Kingdom and the wharf have been everywhere, and everyone has to make money. So there are many people in every line of work."

Even the thug industry has started to roll.

Dong Rui spat: "There are still people desperately squeezing into this broken place?"

"Compared to those war-torn places in the east, it's already quite good; even women can find a bite to eat here." Regardless of whether it's rancid or not, at least they didn't starve to death, and A Hao didn't feel there was anything bad about this place.

"Refugees say they have seen people eating people in the east. A man was sleeping in a ruined temple when he was suddenly pressed down and had an arm chopped off. The other party was very polite and said to him, 'As long as you don't resist, we won't hurt your life, just eat one of your arms.' And this person really didn't resist."

"And then?" Dong Rui was a bit curious. "They wouldn't really keep their word, right?"

"How could that be? The other party chopped off one of his arms, and the man fainted from pain." A Hao couldn't help but reach out and gesture. "Then they raised their knives and chopped off his head. Don't look at the thin meat, it can still stew two pots of soup. Five hours later, the man was left with only bones, and even his eyeballs were swallowed."

He He Lingchuan suddenly asked him: "Who got the chewing tobacco? You, or your companion?"

A Hao curled his lips: "Me, of course it's me. I can get low-priced good goods. This guy—"

He pointed to the companion who was still unconscious on the ground: "I don't want to take him with me, but his seniority is older than mine, and he was designated by the boss."

He He Lingchuan returned to the main topic: "Floating Island Ghost Market, are you familiar with it?"

They were newcomers, so it was best to find a local snake who knew the way.

A Hao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Familiar, familiar, I often go there. Several shops inside are under my management!"

Places that the official can't manage will also have people to manage.

He He Lingchuan looked up and saw that it was almost evening, and the sun was about to set.

"Accompany us to stroll around the Ghost Market."

"Ah?" Did he have the right to refuse? "Oh, g-good."

His companion was still lying in the alley, but there was no life danger.

Dong Rui raised his chin, and the Ghost Ape jumped onto A Hao's shoulder. The latter was scared out of his wits, fearing it would bite his neck, but the Ghost Ape just sat down and yawned again.

"If you want to run, it will tear your neck apart instantly." Dong Rui pointed to his demon puppet. "You can compare speed with it."

"Don't dare, don't dare!" A Hao was worried, and could only accompany these two evil stars to stroll around the street.

It was truly bad luck; how did he encounter these two evil stars while patrolling the street today!

He pointed to the tall one who was still unconscious: "Him, is he dead?"

"Before tomorrow morning, he won't wake up."

"T-then, you two wait, I'll be right back!"

There was a pile of broken baskets in the alley, and A Hao specifically used the baskets to cover his companion. The light here was dim, so even if guests passed by, they might not find someone hidden here.

He actually had the heart to do this, and He He Lingchuan watched from the side, silent, without urging.

There is an isolated peninsula next to Giant Deer Port called Floating Island, which is a small town, originally for warehousing and cargo transport, and later developed into the largest Ghost Market within a radius of a hundred miles.

All kinds of transactions are held in shops along the street and in warehouses.

Besides cheap goods, there are goods of unknown origin.

He He Lingchuan walked around and found that the quality of goods here was generally not as good as the Platinum Ghost Market, and there were many things to make up the numbers; wanting to find something depends entirely on one's own sharp eyes.

The divine bone necklace on his neck was quiet, and there was nothing he wanted to eat. He He Lingchuan could feel its disdain.

This guy is getting pickier and pickier.

But the Ghost Markets in various places actually have another kind of valuable goods that cannot be seen, which are circulating in the dark: intelligence.

"Floating Island Ghost Market, can anyone come to release intelligence?"

"Yes." Too many restrictions, and it's still called a Ghost Market? A Hao led the two to walk near a big jujube tree and pointed to a big notice board under the tree. "If you want to buy something, whether it's intelligence or objects, just post it here. If others see it, they will contact you."

This notice board was covered with all kinds of colorful slips and cardboard, looking exactly like the small psoriasis advertisements He He Lingchuan saw in another world.

Each slip clearly stated the purchase reason and contact information.

"If someone wants to trade with them, they will tear off the slip."

This kind of private-to-private transaction is indeed very secretive, but for He He Lingchuan, it is a kind of obstacle: "If I want to check the purchase records from a period of time ago?"

"Then you have to ask Mr. Lu for help; it is here every day and has a photographic memory." A Hao said, "But you have to prepare a gift to ask Mr. Lu for help."

Mr. Lu? "What kind of gift?"

"Small animals like mice, birds, or raw meat."

Dong Rui knew it wasn't a human when he heard it. "I have it, please ask it."

A Hao immediately pursed his lips and chirped twice.

Only hearing the sound of flapping wings, a brown eagle owl flew over from the big tree behind and stopped above the notice board.

This was a brown eagle owl, with two tufts of sharp hair standing up above its ears, like an antenna.

It opened a pair of yellow eyes and asked the three: "What are you looking for?"

It turns out it had been hiding in the big tree opposite the notice board; isn't that just watching at any time?

"A few months ago, someone came here to buy Bright Lamp grass; a month ago, someone came to buy Du Yun Stone." He He Lingchuan asked it, "Do you remember?"

"Bright Lamp grass, Du Yun Stone?" The eagle owl thought for a while, its eyelids half-closed. "Neither are common things. Hmm, right, I remember!"

(End of chapter)