Lord of Pets

Of course, judging from the information Bai Wushang had obtained in advance, the Twenty-one Ghost Streets as a whole tended to decline over the course of thousands of years, and many of the earliest twenty-one ghost kings had already fallen.

But when they die, their successors will succeed them.

Just like the "Ten Heroes of Shanhai" established by Shanhai Academy, the "Twenty-one Ghost Kings" are synonymous with the rulers of this world.

However, they are no longer collectively referred to as the "Great Ghost King".

Except for the three oldest ethnic groups, the ancestors are always alive, and their dominance is as stable as Mount Tai.

The remaining eighteen ghost kings, whether they are descendants of decline or their identities gained through killing, can only be called "little ghost kings" because they no longer possess legendary-level combat power.

Twenty-One Ghost Street is such a place.

It is chaotic and brutal, but there is also a ruling class and a certain order.

"Hey, hey, is this a new guest officer? He's very unfamiliar..."

A one-eyed fishman leaned on a cane and leaned in a huge water tank. He stuck his head out and smiled at Bai Wushang:

"Would you like to go shopping in the black market? You can find everything. They are all high-quality and cheap things..."

"Oh?" Bai Wushang raised his eyebrows, arousing a hint of interest.

Twenty-One Ghost Street is a mixed place with countless weird monsters.

Probably because the twenty-one ghost kings, covering vampires, demons, witches, witches, undead, humans, orcs...etc., are a hodgepodge from the beginning.

The main target of Bai Wushang's trip is the vampire Grand Duke who has always occupied the three most powerful thrones and is called "Uriks".

If he and his clan can all be imprisoned and pledged, the mission can be considered as successfully completed.

But before that, he needs to conduct on-the-spot investigation and explore Twenty-One Ghost Street as much as possible to find opportunities here.

"The black market seems to be a good choice..."

Bai Wushang thought as he passed the one-eyed fish man and entered the road shrouded in pale candle lanterns.

"Gululu...Gululu..."

After about half a minute, an old woman wearing a black robe and a black round hat appeared in sight.

She looked very old, her hair was dry and gray, and her face was covered with tiny wrinkles.

However, Bai Wu was heartbroken and instinctively put himself on guard.

This short, hunched old woman with a kind smile is not a human being, but a witch!

The early stage of the king's body! Overlord level 9 stars! The poisonous witch!

"Young man, would you like a bowl of soup?"

The mother-in-law smiled and kept stirring the spoon in her hand in a clockwise direction.

Bai Wushang's pupils contracted slightly.

If you read it correctly, the boiler placed in front of the opponent, and the material rolling in the raging fire, seems to be... poisonous insects!

Thousand-legged centipedes, damp ants, electric silkworms, rot-eating maggots, germ butterflies... there are at least fifty species, ranging from larvae to immortal bodies!

"What kind of soup is this?" Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Bai Wushang saw a living witch for the first time, and he was very interested in it deep down.

"This soup, one bowl is called 'Pui Yuan', two bowls is called 'Consolidation', three bowls is called 'Strengthening God'..."

The mother-in-law smiled kindly, while shaking the spoon, she reminded in human language:

"They are all very cheap. If you drink three bowls and chat with your mother-in-law to relieve your boredom, she will give you a great opportunity..."

"Isn't this chance to turn me into medicine?"

Bai Wushang was wearing a mask, so his expression couldn't be seen.

The casual tone when he spoke made the old woman in front of him stop holding the spoon in his hand.

Her expression suddenly changed, and Heshan's eyes narrowed until there was only a slit, and she cursed:

"Go, go, you bastard, get out of here and don't disturb the old man's business!"

"This black market is really 'black'..."

Bai Wushang glanced at her and slowly backed away.

During the whole process, the poisonous witch stared at him coldly, exuding murderous intent without concealing it.

But there seems to be some kind of restriction. She doesn't dare to take action and can only "kill with her eyes".

"Hahaha, does that old witch still want to lie to others and treat others as fools?"

The second roadside stall is a beastman with a horse head and a human body, and he smiles like a donkey.

He was just a "barbarian horse warrior" in the late stage of immortality, but he dared to ridicule the poisonous witch loudly without any fear.

And unlike ordinary orcs who hate humans, this stall owner didn't care much and didn't mince words. He directly addressed his business:

"Look, I have all the best stuff here. If you like anything, buy one and get one free!"

Bai Wushang glanced at it and saw that the high-quality goods the other party pointed at were a group of orc women.

There are "black tiger girls" with big waists and bulging muscles, and there are "white fox girls" with no hair and alluring charm. Each has its own style.

It's a pity that he has neither such hobbies nor leisurely leisure time.

He didn't answer, just shook his head and walked to the third stall.

Stand No. 3 is a real human being, with pointy ears and monkey cheeks, and a very shrewd look.

However, Bai Wushang took a quick look and saw that he really had something he liked.

"Your Majesty, you have good eyesight. This piece of "Lightning Strike Wood" was picked from the edge of the restricted area. It contains ultra-high concentrations of lightning elements. It is very suitable for refining potions or giving creatures with corresponding attributes for consumption..."

Bai Wushang interrupted the stall owner Balabala and asked abruptly: "How to sell?"

There is no such thing as currency in Twenty-One Ghost Street. How to trade depends entirely on the buyer and the seller.

"Ten drops of holy blood... no, just five drops, it's yours!"

"If you plan to rip off customers, there is no need to talk..."

Bai Wushang's voice was indifferent, revealing an attitude that he couldn't help but explain.

If this lightning strike was not as thick as an arm, it might be worth three or five drops of ordinary holy blood.

It's only about the size of a little finger and can only feed Xiao Ci. It can't be of such high value.

After some haggling, he probably saw that Bai Wushang wanted it or not, and didn't really care.

The stall owner immediately relented and gave up the piece of lightning-struck wood with a drop of holy blood.

"Yes, Da Chong Chong will take it orally tomorrow. I've never tasted high-quality mine materials. I think you'll like it very much..."

"Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt!" The small words at the end of the contract nodded frequently, almost bursting into laughter.

It's a pity that there is still undigested food in the stomach, otherwise it would have swallowed it in one gulp. There is no such thing as overnight food.

The fourth stall, the fifth stall...

Bai Wushang walked around and saw that there were human traffickers who specialized in selling slaves, ghost ginger beasts that were good at refining potions, and one-stop services from material selection to splicing. He believed that no matter whether he was living or dead, he needed to prepare for a rainy day. A vampire in a coffin... his experience has improved slightly.

"Hey, what kind of tree root is this?"

At the thirty-fifth stall, Bai Wushang's eyes moved slightly and he took the initiative to step forward and ask.