Chapter 255: This Is My Way of Inspecting Goods!

It's not just that the netizens are being stupid.

The whole Ghost Market street also fell silent.

All gazes, whether human eyes, Ghost Eyes, or those eyeballs whose location is unknown,

at this moment all stuck rigidly onto the broken sword that just revealed its true form.

Is this even called a sword?

The blade's edge is jagged like an eighty‑year‑old woman's teeth, full of pits and gaps.

Don't even talk about a cold gleam…

Just looking at this thing, cutting a block of tofu would shed two pounds of iron slag.

Ten thousand points?!

The little imps on site dared not make a sound, fearing a beating.

But in the worldwide live stream, the bullet comments exploded, polarizing instantly.

"Crazy, right?! It's just a broken iron bar! Still daring to sell it for ten thousand? This ghost must be blind from chasing points!"

"This is blatant robbery! What a damn demon sword, looks to me like junk picked up off the roadside; you don't tax IQ like that!"

But there was also a wave of knowledgeable guys analyzing wildly.

"Folks upstairs, don't be so ignorant! Do you understand what 'divine artifact self-concealing' means? Some top‑tier divine weapons, before recognizing a master, look just like a fire‑brand stick!"

"Exactly! This is a bizarre instance! Something placed in a prime spot and taken as the shop's treasure by a big ghost must have a story!"

"I'll bet five packs of spicy sticks; if this sword flashes, it's definitely a Legendary Rank start! Didn't you hear? It's a fragment of the Muramasa demon sword!"

The debate raged on.

Countless eyes behind screens were itching to dive in and help Su Ming inspect the goods.

After all, that boss just now spent five thousand points on snacks without blinking an eye.

A god‑rich like this, if he truly snagged a treasure, would max out the show's effect.

If he gets ripped off…

Hey, that would be even more entertaining!

Under the gaze of the masses.

Su Ming said nothing, but his eyes flickered faintly.

Deep in his pupils, a flash of golden light vanished.

【Eye of Truth】, scan!

【Name】: Rusty solid iron bar

【Quality】: Common

【Karma Overview】: Originally a security railing behind the Huangquan Night Market public restroom, it was snapped off by the Golden‑tooth General when he thought it obstructed his bathroom visit; after being steeped in countless corpse qi, it has gained some killing capability!

"……"

Su Ming's mouth twitched slightly, almost breaking his composure.

Good fellow.

Is this the legendary shop's treasure?

After all that fuss, it's just a restroom railing soaked in aged urine and rust?!

And it still dares to sell for ten thousand points?!

That Golden‑tooth General, his business tactics are truly wild!

One swing of this blade, whether it kills is another matter.

But this profit margin, soaring at %…

The capitalists on Hua Street would kneel, kowtow, and shout 'Grand Patriarch!'

Wolf of Hua Street!

"Huh…"

Su Ming exhaled a puff of foul breath, suppressing the absurd smile in his heart.

He slowly lifted his head, his gaze passing over that filthy stirrer.

It landed on the Golden‑tooth General's face, a face full of flabby flesh, eyes eagerly awaiting the count of money.

No fury.

Nor any exposure.

On the contrary, he smiled gently, very refined.

Like a genteel scoundrel who, even when faced with a phishing text, would patiently reply with "Unsubscribe".

"Boss."

Su Ming extended his slender finger and lightly flicked the rust‑covered back of the blade.

Clang—!

A crisp sound.

Two pieces of rusted iron, each the size of a fingernail cap, fell off with a snap.

"......"

The scene became extremely awkward for a moment.

But the Golden‑tooth General's skin was thicker than a city wall.

He didn't blink, but instead pounded his thigh with excitement.

"Boss! Look! The rust fell off… so naturally!"

"That's the sediment of time! Do you get the rich flavor? Old items are always like this!"

"The sediment of time?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, a half‑smile.

"Is this blade really as mysterious as you claim?"

"Cutting iron like mud? Slashing ghosts and killing gods? Can it let me stride through this night market?"

"That's a must!"

Seeing Fei Yang seem moved, Grand General Jin Ya's eyes flashed with greedy Green Light that was about to overflow.

"Grandpa! You don't even ask—what reputation does my Golden Tooth have on this street?"

"This is the kaishakunin sword the old Shogunate Grand General used for seppuku! It has absorbed a hundred years of royal malevolent qi!"

"Don't be fooled by its current state; it's a divine weapon with spirit, choosing its master!"

"Once it's in the hands of a hero like you, at the sight of blood it will instantly be consecrated! Then…"

Grand General Jin Ya thrust out his thumb and slammed it hard against his short, thick neck.

"Divine blocks divine, Buddha blocks Buddha!"

"Ten thousand points can't buy a loss, can't buy a scam! It's definitely a Jump-off Price!"

His speech was flamboyant and dazzling.

If Su Ming weren't cheating, looking at that absurdly inflated description, he almost believed the kid's nonsense.

In the live stream, many Audience members had already been completely duped.

"WTF, it sounds real!"

"The Shogunate Grand General's seppuku sword? That does have some malevolent aura!"

"Buy! Buy quickly! I want to see the consecration effect!"

Su Ming nodded.

Then, leisurely, he extended his hand and took from Grand General Jin Ya the artifact wrapped in rags.

It felt heavy in his hand.

It was all the coarse, rust‑like granules; with a little pressure, a layer of mud could be rubbed off.

"Boss, let's lay the ugly truth out front."

Su Ming toyed with the iron bar, speaking casually.

"You know this place, it's unfamiliar to us."

"I'm timid, most afraid of being swindled."

"What if..."

Su Ming paused, lifted his gaze to Grand General Jin Ya, his tone lingering.

"What if this blade isn't as effective as you say..."

"For example, if it can't even slice a block of tofu, or it's just a plain showpiece… then my ten thousand points would have been wasted, right?"

"Impossible!"

Grand General Jin Ya, as if deeply insulted, glared, and his voice shot up eight octaves.

He scanned the surrounding onlookers, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Grandpa! You're out of your depth!"

"Our Huangquan Night Market, though we deal in underworld trade, values two words—'reputation'!"

"If anyone dares to sell counterfeit goods or bully outsiders here, they break the Rule! They'll face divine retribution!"

Speaking, it pointed toward the heavens above, a solemn expression on its face.

"No need for you to act!"

"These Night Market Rules will punish the liar!"

His words were lofty and resonant.

Many of the newly arrived little demons around were left stunned.

"Fine."

Su Ming, hearing that, finally nodded with satisfaction, his Smile Mask radiant to the extreme.

"Having a Rule is good."

"With a Rule… I'm relieved."

He gripped the rust‑stained hilt tightly, moving his wrist slightly.

"Since it's the famed demon sword Muramasa..."

"Since it's the artifact that cuts iron like mud..."

"Not finding something hefty enough to test the blade would be… too wasteful of it, right?"

Grand General Jin Ya was startled.

Test the blade?

Test it here?

What to test with?

Before its rusted brain could even grasp what the test‑blade procedure was,

A sudden anomaly erupted!

Just a second ago, Su Ming was smiling gently, harmless to all.

His gaze turned icy!

No warning, no nonsense!

The sh*t‑stirring stick in his hand whirled up a mournful gust, becoming a lingering afterimage that tore the air!

Target—

Golden Tooth General's neck!

Just fucking use your dog head, come let Daddy test the goods!