CHAPTER 523: CHAPTER 248 THINKING_2

Fang Yu also stood up, left the house, and walked outside.

Compared to when he first arrived, the square had already started to bustle with people, and some vendors had begun to display their goods on the spot.

Fang Yu suddenly became interested and walked over to the nearest vendor to take a look.

A sharp silver-colored Dagger, a Large Shield with a big hole and still stained with blood as if it was recently picked up from a body, along with various other items.

Fang Yu felt somewhat disconsolate.

He suddenly realized a problem.

That was, most items in the game, he could not fully recognize or discern their quality.

For items like the silver Dagger and Shield, he could still judge based on craftsmanship and quality.

For more abstract items, like a writing brush or a blood-stained hair, he was completely clueless about their value.

Finding a bargain is also a matter of skill.

Fang Yu bent down to pick up the silver Dagger to check its quality...

"What are you doing! Look, but don’t touch."

The vendor immediately shouted.

Fang Yu: ???

Just look and not touch, what could he possibly make out of that?

With a sneer, he glanced at the vendor’s health.

[Lun Wen’s Knife: 667/667.]

Turns out to be a Martial Artist with 600 health points.

Fang Yu was somewhat surprised.

But soon, he understood.

Most of those setting up stalls here were actually going to participate in the arena later, and were just doing a side job selling some items before the arena started.

However, with the vendor’s terrible attitude, Fang Yu simply turned around and headed to another stall.

"Fire Orb, buy one and use it to make medicine or alcohol, drink it and you can shoot fire from your eyes!"

"Flying Knife, it flies back on its own after being thrown, those who want it come take a look!"

"Strangulation Hand Secret Manual! Strangulation Hand Secret Manual! Strangulation Hand Secret Manual! First come, first served, first come, first served!"

Compared to the first vendor, the vendors over here seemed more normal, some even calling out to sell their wares.

Martial Artists, each with several hundred health points, were selling on the street like a vegetable market without any psychological burden.

As Fang Yu glanced around, he saw many tempting items.

But he restrained himself from impulse buying.

First, as for how effective the items were, it was all hype by the vendors; hard to say if there were any traps.

Second, his primary target was currently the Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling, then incomplete scriptures, and treasure-like items.

Although he didn’t buy anything, listening to the sales pitches, Fang Yu felt he had learned quite a lot, profiting much.

At least, his experiences had significantly grown.

Many things were secretly noted in his mind, saved like collecting entries in an encyclopedia, maybe someday he would have the great fortune to pick up such good things on the road.

Maybe it was the effect of Organ Control, but Fang Yu found that his rapid memory ability had greatly improved, although how long he could remember wasn’t certain.

While Fang Yu was leisurely strolling, suddenly a commotion arose ahead.

The disturbance seemed to have just started, and the crowd was slowly gathering towards that area.

Fang Yu’s heart stirred, and he followed them.

With his relatively petite stature and the strange force that did not match his build, he easily squeezed a front-row spot among the crowd to watch the excitement.

"Hah!!"

Just as he secured a spot in the midst of the spectators, someone let out a loud shout and stomped down.

Then something was smashed into pieces, leaving a filthy mess on the ground.

"Who else... Who else dares to challenge me, He Bashan of the Soul Stealing Hammer, right now?!"

It was a burly man with a build like a mountain of flesh, standing two meters tall, robust and corpulent, each hand wielding a big hammer, glaring around like an enraged Vajra.

[He Bashan: 1500/1500.]

health?!

Fang Yu was startled.

He had thought Eastern Gate Orchid was already formidable, but now He Bashan with 1500 health had emerged out of nowhere.

This arena will not be easy.

Although Fang Yu was an ally of Hei Ao’s side.

But honestly, against two Thousand Blood Warriors, Hei Ao probably wouldn’t stand a chance.

This also meant that for the Death Arena, the highest rank Hei Ao could aspire to was a barely third place.

Even though securing third place had fulfilled Hei Ao’s goal, only a few had appeared so far, and already two were securely overpowering Hei Ao.

Frankly, Fang Yu was not very optimistic about Hei Ao.

The people around seemed intimidated by He Bashan’s aura, no one dared to make a sound, and only then did He Bashan put away his hammers, carried them on his shoulder with a cold huff, and strode away.

As for the body on the ground, now unrecognizable, no one cared at all.

Well, this place is also quite chaotic.

Fang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

With nothing entertaining to watch, the crowd naturally dispersed, and Fang Yu was no exception.

The merchandise on the stalls were some with fixed pricing, you get what you pay for.

But there were also some items with prices sky-high, landing back to reality when negotiating, and even some whose functions were indeterminate.

Yet simply because the vendor touted them eloquently, some people got tempted, made impulsive purchases, and got tricked right away.

Fang Yu was tempted too, but he didn’t have much Silver Tael at hand, so he couldn’t be wasteful.

Scanning through, there wasn’t a single item related to Evil Qi, let alone Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling which seemed like a baseless claim.

However, there were some minor artifacts like amulets, believed to be sanctified through burning incense or prayers, or oddly-shaped demon teeth and the likes, said to still the mind and dispel malevolent thoughts – remotely connected to the notion of Evil Qi.

But as soon as Fang Yu reached out to touch and try on one, he felt nothing and thought he was overthinking.

Asking for the price made him retreat immediately.

Anyone could see they were slaughtering a fat sheep without mercy.

Having spent so much time with nothing to show for it, Fang Yu roughly understood.

Even among the foreign Martial Artists, Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling was a scarce item, not something commonly accessible.

And unless the vendor declared it, he had no idea what a Talisman of Malevolence Dispelling would look like.

He had to rely solely on the vendor’s description and whether the items on display would react to his Evil Qi to make a judgment.

Just as Fang Yu was about to give up on his first choice and turn around to look for incomplete manuals or Medicine Pills that could enhance his strength, a stall suddenly caught his attention.

To be precise, it was the vendor of the stall that grabbed Fang Yu’s gaze.

[Yang Chaoyu: 2161/2161.]

Two thousand Blood... Warriors!

Nearly on a par with Li Family’s Thirteenth Sister.

It’s all over, Hei Ao’s third place is gone.

For some reason, Fang Yu felt a sense of schadenfreude, thinking how interesting it would be to see that person’s arrogant face perplexed by cruel reality.

If it was a stall owned by a 2000 Blood Warrior, the items for sale should be rather impressive.

But upon a closer look, Fang Yu was speechless.

The stall was stocked with bloody weapons of mediocre quality, resembling a big shot setting up a stall just for going through the motions, with no intention of selling any real valuables.

Fang Yu took another baffled look at [Yang Chaoyu], who ignored him entirely.

With a slight shake of his head, Fang Yu turned to leave.

Bang!

He suddenly bumped into something.

Amidst a voice exclaiming a fall, Fang Yu looked down in astonishment.

But in the very next moment, his pupils sharply contracted.

Fang Yu: !!!

Because the person who had fallen was a strange woman, but her health... 8000 Blood!

[Jing Xiumei: 8642/8642.]

What... is going on?

An 8000 Blood Martial Artist?

Seriously an 8000 Blood Martial Artist??

Could an 8000 Blood Martial Artist be toppled by a casual bump??

A terrifying suspicion arose in Fang Yu’s mind, and suddenly, he turned to look back at the 2000 Blood vendor [Yang Chaoyu].

Why had I always assumed that everyone at the Bonfire Gathering was human??

Clearly, there are demons, mingled among them!

Because from the beginning, left green and the others told me that this was a gathering organized by foreign Martial Artists, a competition between human Martial Artists fighting for ranking and rewards.

So I inherently assumed everyone was a human Martial Artist, silently sizing up their strength.

But I had overlooked something.

Compared to locals, foreign Martial Artists are more likely to be attacked by demons, to take over their human skin, and could even finish this process in the wild!

So... is the organizer of this Bonfire Gathering human, or... demon?

Thinking of the scene where so many high-quality Martial Artists gathered, if they were all caught in a demon’s net, consumed, and absorbed, what a scene that would be.

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

Cold sweat slowly appeared on my forehead.

Fang Yu took a deep breath to calm himself.

Things might not have gotten that far.

He reached out his hand, pretending not to notice the identity of the 8000 Blood woman, who let out a cold snort, rose to her feet, brushed past Fang Yu without looking back, and walked away.

That mannerism, she must have learned the art of human disguise quite well.

Thud!!

At that moment, drumming sounds came from a distance.