Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

Chapter 469: Ghost Market in the Deep Wasteland 6

"The disciple smelled a scent."

After restoring his true identity and walking into the Pavilion of Strange Treasures, Youhuang took a deep breath and came to the above conclusion.

The shop is not very large. Ancient bronzes, porcelains, jades, ancient books, and some unknown antiques that cannot be named are arranged in an orderly manner on the shelves against the wall according to their categories. The three exhibition stands in the middle are filled with ancient musical instruments, jewelry, ancient mirrors, four treasures of the study, and some unknown fragments.

"What's that smell?" Xue Zun asked with a smile.

"It smells like fake stuff." You Huang replied as if no one was around.

"What are you talking about, girl? Our shop is based on honesty..."

"Sincerity is the foundation. We will pass inferior goods off as good ones and fake goods off as genuine ones." You Huang took over the manager's words and said, "I can tell by just smelling the things in the store that 30% are genuine and 70% are fake, and of the 30% genuine ones, half are defective."

"..." The manager stopped talking for a moment.

"Aunt Qingxuan, which one is the real treasure?" Youhuang asked with her spiritual sense. At a glance, she saw that there were indeed a few genuine items, but she couldn't use them.

"Go and take a look at that booth." Qingxuan instructed with his spiritual sense. After Youhuang deliberately took a look around, he casually walked to the booth and looked at the items on the booth carefully.

Musical instruments, jewelry, antique mirrors, four treasures of the study...

She was not very interested in these bamboos, but suddenly a bunch of black shiny threads caught her attention. She reached out and used her fingertips to carefully feel the touch.

The chill instantly penetrated into my bones, and the thing looked very soft but had the texture of fine steel wire. If this bundle of silk was not fake, it should be the silk spit out by the underworld silkworm that grows deep in the extremely cold land rich in metal ores and feeds on metal ores.

The underworld silkworm gets its name because it grows very deep underground and never sees the sun from birth to death.

After the silk was spit out, it was buried deep underground and absorbed the cold air from the extremely cold land. Over the years, the silk also contained extreme coldness, and even the natal fire of Suzaku and Phoenix was not afraid of it.

On the label next to it, the product name is: Iron Crow Feather Silk.

The Iron Crow is a flying monster that lives deep in the wilderness. It gets its name because its outermost feathers are as black as ink, thick and hard, but the hairs underneath the surface are very soft and delicate.

By mixing the two types of feathers in a certain proportion and dissolving them into liquid with the blood of the iron crow, extremely fine black silk threads can be drawn out.

After a few days, the silk thread turns from black and white to white. It is one of the important materials for making fairy clothes and musical instrument strings. However, this bundle of silk today is obviously the result of the manager trying to pass off inferior products as good ones, so he just found a bundle of black silk thread to impersonate iron crow feather silk.

"Chu Youhuang, this is not that treasure..." Qingxuan reminded in a low voice when he saw Youhuang was interested in a bundle of silk threads.

You Huang replied with his divine sense: "I know that although this item is not what you are looking for, it is a rare and good item."

"Manager, please give me a price for this bundle of iron crow feather silk." You Huang saw through it but didn't point it out and asked directly. The manager was stunned for a moment and said happily, "Young lady, you have good eyesight. Although this bundle of iron crow feather silk has not yet become a holy product, if you are not in a hurry to use it, you can store it for a while to remove the blood stain. It will definitely become a good material for making fairy clothes."

"Of course I understand this. Just name a price." You Huang didn't want to talk to him and urged him to give the price quickly.

"Ten thousand spirit stones, no bargaining." The manager could tell at a glance that the other party really wanted it, so he casually quoted a high price and waited for the other party to bargain.

"Deal."

Youhuang threw him a top-grade spirit stone and put it into his ring.

The steward felt like he was dreaming as he held the spirit stones in his hand. Even the faded holy item Iron Crow Feather Silk was only worth 10,000 spirit stones.

Now, a defective product can be sold at the price of a holy product. It is not a daydream. Qingxuan has already given Youhuang instructions: "Chu Youhuang, buy that stringless guqin. The treasure is inside the wood."

"Manager, please give me a price for this piece of wood."

Youhuang didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, pointing at the guqin, of which only the body was left.

The manager looked at the wood that You Huang mentioned, and was stunned for a while before saying, "Miss, this is not wood, it is an ancient zither. After thousands of years, the strings and bridges have all decayed, but the body of the zither is still intact. It can be seen that it is made of rare and uncommon wood."

"It is indeed a good piece of wood, but..." You Huang hesitated and said, "It will cost a lot of spirit stones to repair it. If your price is too high, I might as well buy a good piano."

"The girl has already asked, how about a price of 500 spirit stones?"

"make a deal."

As soon as the steward finished speaking, Youhuang agreed.

After giving the spirit stone and collecting the stringless harp, You Huang said to Xue Zun, "Master, we have bought the things. Let's go."

"Let's go."

Xue Zun turned around and walked outside.

You Huang followed happily behind and soon disappeared in the crowd.

The steward weighed the spirit stone in his hand and was about to go in to ask for credit from the boss when a young man came out with a box and said, "Old Chen, can you see the bundle of black filaments in this box?"

"Sold, just sold."

The manager offered the spirit stones with both hands and said, "Sir, the Iron Crow Feather Silk is out of stock. I wanted to sell the good stuff at this auction. I thought there would be a lot of people visiting the ghost market, and there would be a lot of suckers. So I randomly found a strand of silk to impersonate it. I didn't expect to meet someone who didn't know the value of it and bought it for 10,000 spirit stones without even asking for the price."

"Asshole, you are the one who doesn't know the value of the goods." The young master was furious when he heard that it was sold. He pointed at the box and said, "This is dark silk. If it is sold individually, one foot can be sold for 10,000 spirit stones. Do you know that the journey to find it is more than 100,000 spirit stones. Now you are selling it at a low price of 10,000 spirit stones for a whole bundle. How do you think you will compensate the loss of the Yibao Pavilion?"

"Sir, your humble servant..." The steward collapsed to the ground before he could finish his words.

"..." The young master wanted to say something, but suddenly found that Zhan Rushang was missing something conspicuous: "Where is the stringless guqin?"

"The ancient zither... was also sold for 500 spirit stones." After saying this, the manager felt that he could die, and knelt on the ground and cried, "I know that I have committed serious sins, and I am unable to repay you in this lifetime. I am willing to die to make up for your losses."

"Why do you want to break the rules of the ghost market and ask others to return their things?" the young master asked coldly.

"Subordinate..."

"Tell me in detail what happened just now."

The young master interrupted the steward and said that if he acted rashly without finding out the other party's identity, he would suffer a great loss.

The manager had no choice but to explain in detail: "It's all my fault for not knowing the value of the goods. I thought I had cheated a fool, but I didn't expect that someone would take advantage of me."

Hearing this, the young master sighed and said, "When he told you the secret of your store, you should know that he is an expert. How could he be a sucker? He clearly took advantage of your trick and bought the treasure at a very low price. And you are still here gloating over a small amount of money."

"They should appear at the auction tomorrow." The young master glanced at the manager.

"Please give me a chance to make amends."