Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter Chapter 188 - 105: Mysterious Ancient Street of Walking Corp

The information consisted of two lines:

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Equipnt 1: Giant Elephant Sugarman (Estimated value: 2 cents)

Li Yuan took a few more steps, his gaze turned again, and he saw a figure that had been wandering idly suddenly slow its pace, as if it had found its target and was about to pounce like a beast ready for the hunt. Alongside the figure, information floated:

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Equipnt 1: Rabbit Sugarman (Estimated value: 3 cents)

Equipnt 2: Ant Little Sugarman (Estimated value: 4 cents)

Equipnt 3: 3 cents

Li Yuan frowned behind his mask, his pupils showing a thoughtful expression. He finally understood where the always "unlocked" Equipnt Bar connected to.

At this mont, Pang Yuanhua tugged at his cloak and whispered, "Senior, when those living people buy sothing, we can go snatch it.

If the vendor gives them change, that’s even better.

Whether it’s money or the things they buy, it’s of great help to us, especially money.

Money is the key to undoing our curse and allowing us to return to the Human World."

"How does it unlock?"

"Legend has it... this street hides the Ghost Realm.

As long as you can safely enter the corresponding Ghost Realm and then spend money, you can buy your life.

In other words, we can use money to buy our puppets from the Woodworker Ghost.

Once the puppet is in our hands, the curse is lifted."

"How do you know that?"

"Heard it from other wanderers..."

Li Yuan scanned the items displayed on the vendors’ stalls, suddenly lowering his voice to ask, "Can’t we buy those goods ourselves?"

Of course, he knew they couldn’t; he just wanted a straightforward answer.

Pang Yuanhua leaned closer and whispered, "It takes buying with your life.

During this ti, I’ve observed.

The people who can enter here are mostly... either extrely extre in character or utterly wicked, heartbroken, twisted, or filled with resentnt...

It seems such people are more likely to enter here.

However, even so, the chances of entering are still very, very small, but this strange street seems to connect the entire Great Zhou, or even... beyond the Great Zhou.

So, with more people, there are always a few who enter here."

Li Yuan’s pupils narrowed.

Pang Yuanhua said, "As for us, to go back, we just have to walk out of the street...

But they, they must buy sothing to go back.

Once they buy sothing, there’s a chance they might get change.

That change is currently the only way we can obtain money.

So, as long as soone alive enters, all the wanderers will keep an eye on them...

Just waiting for them to finish their purchase, then we’ll go rob them.

Normally, the first one to snatch it gets it, because... no one wants to make unnecessary moves and get noticed by the ghosts on this street."

As the conversation was ongoing, Brother Zheng and his two companions swaggered onto the street, looking left and right. Suddenly, Brother Zheng sneered coldly, "Just these?"

Saying this, perhaps accustod to being domineering, Brother Zheng directly kicked a booth selling rouge and powders beside him, sneering, "Even this cheap stuff is for sale?!"

Crash!!

The stall was directly kicked over.

The rouge contained in the cheap wooden boxes scattered all over the ground.

The vendor hurried to clean up.

Brother Zheng snorted and laughed, "I thought I’d entered so incredible Ghost Market, just this?"

He kept an eye on the surroundings and, seeing that no one ca to help, felt more assured in his guess, then shouted, "Though I don’t know where you all ca from, the ten miles around Mang River Village are all mine, and this Xinsha Mountain is naturally mine too. In the future..."

He sneered, pointing fiercely at the ground underfoot, "This place!

Is also my territory!

If you set up a stall here! You have to pay a fee!

Do you know where the Mang of Mang River Village cos from?

It’s from my na, Zheng Mang! Rember it well!"

This Brother Zheng acted fearlessly; the woman behind him laughed with her arms crossed, looking like she was enjoying a good show, laughing with admiration at his powerful deanor, saying, "Brother Zheng, don’t get mad."

It was evident these few were the local tyrants of Mang River Village, unchallenged in the area, though obviously, they lacked experience.

Pang Yuanhua watched silently.

Li Yuan hadn’t expected such an occurrence either, his gaze sweeping as two or three more figures erged from the alley, each composed of several lines of information.

But these two or three figures didn’t seem to be Sixth Grade but three Seventh Grade, but each had either equipnt or money.

There, Zheng Mang kicked over the vendor’s stall and was about to leave, but suddenly his hand was grabbed.

The vendor grasped his hand, smiling warmly, "Sir, why not buy sothing?"

Zheng Mang snorted coldly, shook his hand, Shadow Blood covering it, power surging, enough force to shatter the vendor’s arm.

Yet, his power disappeared like a stone in the sea, vanishing without a trace.

Zheng Mang was montarily stunned, shook forcefully again, but still couldn’t break free.

Only then did he turn his head, seeing the vendor’s face still warm and smiling.

"Sir, why not buy sothing?"

Zheng Mang roared, Shadow Blood on his arm whirling wildly, surrounding power spiraling, slicing through the air, forming a at grinder-like effect, apparently a special skill.

But...

The vendor didn’t budge, his clothes not even torn.

"You... who are you?"

"Sir, why not buy sothing?"

The vendor continued smiling warmly.

Saying this, he led Zheng Mang to his stall.

Zheng Mang was like a chicken being carried, utterly bewildered, this scene leaving his two companions beside him stunned.

Zheng Mang’s expression changed dramatically, hurriedly saying, "Spare ... I... I..."