Chapter 254: The Godlike Tycoon Arrives on Huangquan Road! Magu

Steal the little one?!

All included?!

The surroundings, originally noisier than the Vegetable Market, instantly fell into dead silence.

The Ghost Merchants who were just shouting moments ago had their eyes about to pop out of their sockets, stuck on their faces.

5,000 points?!

Just to buy this whole cart of eye‑ball snacks that make your teeth stick together?!

This isn't just extravagance, it's downright inhuman!

Know that in this deadly ghost place, one point equals one second of life.

A thousand points can make a wandering soul kneel and call you "grandpa" for half a day!

This isn't shopping.

It's clearly throwing money, like tossing gold bars into water to hear them clink!

Even the little imp pushing the cart was stunned; the hard‑won smile on his face froze, unable to react.

Huh?!

It had been thinking that with today's bleak weather, it would probably have to drink the northwest wind!

But then...

Heaven sent the God of Wealth, and it cleared its stock instantly?!

"What, need me to repeat it?"

Su Ming's voice drifted over, with a hint of impatience.

"Grandpa! Okay! That's awesome! I'll pack it all for you!"

The cart‑pushing imp snapped out of his dream, moving swiftly as if in fast‑forward, fearing the grandpa would change his mind.

The next second.

Ding!

The string of numbers above Su Ming's head flickered, and his points instantly deducted 5,000!

All the candied hawthorn skewers were bundled in one go and respectfully handed into his hands.

Money in one hand, goods in the other—no cheating between humans and ghosts!

"Take as much as you like, don't be shy."

Su Ming ignored the surrounding gazes that were so greedy they seemed about to emit Green Light.

He casually handed a handful of candied hawthorn skewers to the Magu beside him, lifting his chin toward her.

"Help yourself."

"Lord Xie bestows~"

Magu's eyes flickered, and she smiled coquettishly.

That shy charm made the bones of the surrounding male ghosts melt.

She extended her slender jade‑like hand and pinched a skewer still dripping Corpse Oil.

Her red lips part slightly, and she bites in.

Pfft!

A crisp crack.

The syrup‑coated, resentful eye‑ball exploded between her molars, releasing a gray‑black aura that rushed in through her red lips.

The power of Decay.

"Um..."

Magu let out a lazy, satisfied snort, her delicate body trembling slightly as she flicked her tongue to the corner of her mouth.

"Sweet... really delicious!"

The scene was streamed worldwide.

Countless Audience members watched the screen, their scalp tingling, san value plummeted.

What a ghostly scene?!

Those were eye‑balls!

Just chewing them like that?!

Crunchy?!

All the while seductive, yet bone‑chilling...

The contrast is so intense!

"Whoa... Is this lady really doing a mukbang?! Who can handle this?"

"It's a bit nauseating to watch, but why does it seem... she eats so deliciously? It makes me hungry."

"You upstairs, something's off!"

"Sure enough! A woman who can stay by the side of the Pure God—can she be normal? A pretty face isn't enough; a ruthless person needs a ruthless match, perfect!"

"Wooo! Spending 5,000 points on snacks? I can't even decide whether to add sausage to instant noodles!"

"Actually I also want to be a canary! Any chance at 300 jin?"

On Huangquan Street.

Su Ming's thousand‑gold snack purchase was like a deep‑water bomb.

It blew up this murky fishpond outright!

Rich!

This guy really has a mine!

And he's a super rich guy who doesn't treat points as his life, truly willing to spend!

Whoosh—

The Ghost Merchants who were originally hesitating and watching were completely driven mad, the greed in their eyes could no longer be suppressed.

"Sir! Take a look at mine! Authentic Human Skin Lantern! Not only does it illuminate, the Corpse Oil inside can be used for skin moisturizing and beauty!"

"Get out of the way! Don't block! Sir! Come to me! Powder ground from Hundred-year Zombie Tooth, specifically cures osteoporosis, heavy in yin qi, a great tonic!"

"Sir! Look here! A freshly captured female ghost! She was a C‑position in a girl group before death! Seems to have studied some Kun Gate, not only can she sing, dance and rap, but her resentment is top‑grade!"

For a moment, the crowd of ghosts danced chaotically.

Countless gaunt, Rotting, white‑hair‑covered arms reached toward Su Ming.

All sorts of strange and bizarre, even somewhat unsuitable for children, goods rushed forward and thrust themselves before him.

Su Ming stood amid the crowded ghosts, hands in his pockets, not in a hurry to leave.

That feeling of being held up by a horde of ghosts as the Top-ranked Big Brother…

Actually, damn, it's kind of interesting!

He strolled forward while seemingly casually scanning the stalls.

Deep in his pupils, a faint golden glint flickered.

"Eye of Truth", activating sweep‑shopping mode!

Name: Water-filled Human Skin Drum

Quality: Common

Karma Overview: What human skin? It's pig skin! Inside is rotten cotton picked from a chaotic burial mound, with no resentment bonus at all; two knocks and it breaks!

Name: Moldy Broken Finger Biscuit

Quality: Common

Karma Overview: It does contain a bit of resentment, but most likely the maker was so angry from making it terrible that they died; the taste is awful, even dogs won't eat it!

As he kept looking, the faint smile at Su Ming's mouth corner gradually grew cold.

Most of them are shoddy, scammy junk.

Not as solid as that candied hawthorn skewer earlier!

Has the conscience of this Huangquan Night Market all been eaten by dogs?

"Is that it? No big‑ticket items hidden away?"

Su Ming murmured softly, his tone tinged with disappointment.

This so‑called Second Stage of the dungeon, such a low rate of good goods?

All just a bunch of second‑hand vendors selling trash as heirloom treasures?

"Move aside! Everyone, damn, get out of my way!"

"Can't see, huh? Poor ghosts, scram to the side! Don't block me making big business!"

At that moment.

A coarse roar, accompanied by the crack of a whip slashing the air, exploded from deep within the street's mist.

The crowd instantly stirred.

The little ghosts that had been crowding the front scattered to the sides like mice seeing a cat, terrified.

Fearing that a slower step would bring misfortune.

"Oh? Some showmanship."

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, a spark of interest appearing, his gaze turning toward the source of the voice.

The teal‑gray mist was forcefully dispersed.

A squad of evil ghosts dressed in old‑style uniforms, swords at their waists, exuding dense black aura, strode forward with ruthless, unrelenting steps.

Leading them was a hulking figure nearly two meters tall.

The most eye‑catching was the two massive golden teeth set in its mouth, dazzling under the dim lantern light.

Bang—!

He kicked the cart of the candied hawthorn‑selling little ghost hard, sending it flying; the little ghost cowered in the corner, trembling.

The Gold Tooth General didn't even glance at the ants around.

Its murky yellow eyes locked onto Su Ming.

To be precise.

It locked onto the huge, almost blinding points number hovering over Su Ming's head!

"Outsider?"

The hulking figure stopped two meters in front of Su Ming, towering above, its shadow immediately enveloping him.

A nauseating stench of rotting flesh, mixed with tobacco from its mouth, hit him head‑on.

"I'm the overseer of this street; friends on the road give me respect, calling me the Gold Tooth General."

It extended a large hand covered in black hair, arrogantly rubbing its fingers, eyes greedy.

"Since you've come to our Huangquan Night Market, you definitely deserve a real good item!"

"I saw you were generous earlier, spending thousands on a snack for a woman; you're a real big‑deal person."

The Gold Tooth General split its massive mouth, revealing a row of golden teeth, grinning grotesquely, oily.

He flicked his wrist, the motion looking somewhat mysterious.

"I happen to have a shop‑keeping treasure here; I think it's destined for you!"

He said.

It carefully reached into its chest and pulled out a long, cloth‑wrapped object blackened with age.

All around, Magu, who was eating candied hawthorn, and the many onlooking Ghost Merchants also stretched their necks and widened their eyes.

This gold‑toothed general is usually so stingy, what good thing could he possibly have hidden to take out?!

The cloth strips were peeled back layer by layer.

Finally, the true form inside was revealed—

A rust‑stained, even the blade edge curled, looking like a broken samurai sword that could snap at any moment.

On the blade were only a few faint wisps of black qi, like threads about to snap.

"Here, take a look!"

"This is made from fragments of the Legendary demon blade—Muramasa!"

"It cuts iron like mud! Slashes ghosts like vegetables! Its killing aura is overwhelming!"

"As long as you have it, you can stride through this night market with impunity!"

The big fellow spat saliva that flew like stars.

"Originally I intended to keep this treasure as a family heirloom for my son."

"But since I met you, esteemed guest, this is fate!"

"I'll take a loss and make a friend!"

It suddenly thrust out a thick finger and waved it in front of Su Ming.

"One‑price!"

"Points!"

"This is a Jump‑off Price! Once you pass this stall, even with a lantern you won't find such a relic!"

Ten thousand points?!

A broken sword?!

Countless viewers watching the live stream inhaled a gasp of cold air.

They almost blew their lungs apart.

What on earth is this good thing?!

It looks so shabby, yet it can sell for so much?!