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Just as Dugu Bo was about to leave for the market, an Old man dressed in simple clothes walked towards him. He cupped his hands towards Dugu
Just as Dugu Bo was about to leave for the market, an Old man dressed in simple clothes walked towards him.
He cupped his hands towards Dugu Bo and said, "I have long admired the great name of Poison Douluo, and it is truly an honor to meet you here today!"
Dugu Bo stopped, his eyes slightly puzzled as he looked at the Old man in front of him.
He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
The Old man seemed not to mind Dugu Bo's indifferent reaction and continued, "I heard that Poison Douluo is going to the market to look for some poison-making materials, is that right?"
Dugu Bo frowned slightly, secretly speculating about the Old man's intentions, and replied indifferently, "So what?"
A mysterious smile appeared on the Old man's face, a hint of slyness flashed in his eyes, and he continued, "Poison Douluo, to be honest, there's a place in this town called the Ghost Market, where people only come out to sell goods at night.
It's a mixed bag in there, with all sorts of strange and wonderful things; you might just find the poison-making materials you've been looking for.
Moreover, that place is very special; it's not subject to any jurisdiction and is a free trading place, but precisely because of this, it's full of unknowns and opportunities."
Dugu Bo raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity welling up in his heart, and he looked at the Old man, asking, "Really? There's such a market? Why are you telling me this?"
The Old man smiled, the wrinkles on his face slightly smoothing out, as if time itself had become gentle at that moment, and he said, "I've long heard of your prestige, Poison Douluo, and have always admired your mastery in the art of poison.
I once saw some rare poisonous materials in that Ghost Market, and I thought you might be interested.
Besides, I also want to take this opportunity to befriend an expert like you."
Dugu Bo remained silent for a moment, weighing the truthfulness of the Old man's words.
He had wandered the pugilistic world for many years and knew the treachery of human hearts, but the mysterious Ghost Market and the potential poison-making materials truly captivated him.
Dugu Bo thought for a moment, then asked, "Where is that Ghost Market?"
The Old man quickly said, "It's in the northeast corner of the town, but you'll have to wait until nightfall, at midnight, for it to truly become lively.
Poison Douluo, if you go, you must be careful, as the people there are quite complex."
Dugu Bo let out a soft snort, the corner of his mouth curving slightly into a confident smile, and said, "I, Dugu Bo, am not afraid of them.
Thank you for the reminder, Old man."
With that, he turned and left, his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, leaving behind a dashing figure.
As the sun gradually set, the sky was painted orange-red.
The clamor in the town gradually subsided, replaced by a subtle anticipation and restlessness.
Night fell like a giant black curtain, slowly enveloping the town.
Dugu Bo walked on the street, shaking his head, thinking, "I've been out all afternoon with no gains, just some fervent fans... I wonder if what that Old man said about the Ghost Market is really that miraculous.
Since that's the case, there's no harm in going to see it tonight."
He arrived at a restaurant, preparing to bring some dinner back for Zhuge Lan and Su Biluo.
Dugu Bo walked into the restaurant and found an empty seat.
The waiter enthusiastically came over and asked, "Guest, what would you like to eat?"
Dugu Bo casually ordered a few signature dishes, then leaned back in his chair, waiting quietly.
The restaurant was bustling with people coming and going.
Dugu Bo's gaze swept across the room and inadvertently fell upon two masked individuals at the next table.
They were deliberately lowering their voices while conversing, but with Dugu Bo's keen hearing, he still faintly caught some words about the "Ghost Market."
His heart stirred; could that Ghost Market truly have some rare treasures?
Dugu Bo couldn't help but prick up his ears and listen carefully.
He heard one person with a slightly deep voice say, "Tonight's Ghost Market is going to be incredible; I hear there's a big item."
Another person with a slightly younger voice responded, "Oh? Where did you get that news? Don't tell me it's just hearsay."
"Tsk, I have some connections in the Ghost Market; my friend leaked it to me.
Tonight is the Ghost Market's main hall's annual Auction, and it's said that this time the big item is an extremely rare herb with miraculous effects, seemingly of great help in refining certain special poisons or antidotes."
The man with the deep voice said.
Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo pondered silently, "Rare herb? Could it be some rare material from this poison-making formula?"
He continued listening without a change in expression.
"Hmph, things in the Ghost Market are always hard to distinguish between real and fake, even if there's a big item, you still have to be careful not to get scammed."
The other man said, his voice carrying a hint of caution.
"Of course I know that, but this time you can rest assured; this is an Auction held by the Ghost Market's main hall, there will definitely be no fakes.
I heard that every time the Ghost Market holds an Auction, there are no less than five Titled Douluo hidden in various corners of the Auction house!"
The man with the deep voice spoke with excitement.
The young-sounding man then said, "Oh my god? Five Titled Douluo? And no less than five? That's too grand a scale!
But the Ghost Market is a mixed bag, we have to be careful when we go, what if a Titled Douluo's flick of a finger kills us?"
"What are you afraid of? We just need to be careful.
I heard that those five Titled Douluo only ensure that buyers successfully receive their auctioned items from the Auction, but once they leave the main hall's door, they are no longer responsible!"
The man with the deep voice said.
"Oh? So that means even if those buyers spend a lot of money to buy treasures, it's not certain if they can take them out of the Ghost Market?"
The young-sounding man asked.
"That's right! That's why in the Ghost Market, having money doesn't necessarily mean you have the most say; you also need to spend money to form a strong escort team to ensure your safety.
Those Titled Douluo only ensure that the treasure is delivered to your hands intact; at least inside the main hall, the treasure you bid on is yours."
"My goodness, what if some people can't outbid others at the Auction, will they block them outside the main hall?"
The young-sounding man asked.
"Exactly, that's why some people specifically hire individuals with high spirit power to 'zero-yuan purchase' from the buyers who win treasures outside the main hall... After all, once you leave the Auction house, the Titled Douluo inside won't care about your life or death.
This is also a major characteristic of the Ghost Market Auction."
The man with the deep voice replied.
Dugu Bo's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a look of interest.
He secretly thought, "This Ghost Market is quite interesting; the more it's filled with danger and unknowns, the more it piques my interest."
Just then, the waiter brought out the dishes Dugu Bo had ordered.
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