Gu Jianlin turned around in shock and looked at the girl surrounded by bodyguards.

"You don't know me, but you can call me Miss Lan. I am the alchemist invited by the Third Master."

Miss Lan was sitting in the back row. The guests who had come to attend the auction had been expelled. Her face was covered by a black curtain by the bodyguards, and her voice was ethereal: "I am the Gua Master Path. This is my unique spiritual communication ability.

You can also directly imagine your voice in your mind to communicate with me, and no one else will hear it. But please don’t get me wrong, I am not covering for you in front of that red-haired woman."

She said reservedly and indifferently: "I just don't want to expose Sister Yueji's identity."

Her eyes lingered on the couple in front of her.

Tang Ling clearly felt hostility, a strange color flashed through her beautiful scarlet eyes, but she didn't say much.

She claims to be sold to work at the Sword Tomb, but both the President and the Silver King regard her as their direct successor. There is no doubt about her strength and talent, and she has also developed a arrogant character.
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She despises 99% of the people in this world equally, and never cares about the hostility of outsiders.

As long as the dog doesn't bark in front of her, it's fine.

Gu Jianlin frowned and said, "Are you Yue Ji's friend?"

If you can recognize his identity, you must be someone you can trust.

This is out of trust in Youju.

"Yes, she and I are very good friends, and I know most of her things."

Miss Lan sat on the chair and said calmly: "How is her injury?"

Gu Jianlin replied: "You are recovering well and there is no danger."

Miss Lan nodded slightly and suddenly changed the topic: "In the dark world, auctions are a very ritualistic event. I think you have seen it just now. This is out of memory and respect for the king. Because the king is still alive.

When I was young, I liked to hang out at auctions around the world and collect some interesting things."

Gu Jianlin was puzzled.

"Compared to the merit system of the Ether Association, transactions in the dark world are more unbridled and free."

Ms. Lan said: "It is also an opportunity for candidates to be promoted."

Gu Jianlin vaguely caught something from her tone.

"Originally, Sister Yue Ji was supposed to come today."

Miss Lan's next sentence made him understand something: "But she was injured."

Gu Jianlin was silent for a second.

"The auction is about to begin. Turn around and don't look at me."

Miss Lan said softly.

Gu Jianlin turned around and looked at the lit screen in front of him.

Tang Ling glanced at him.

Gu Jianlin shook his head, indicating that nothing happened.

There is a lifting platform at the front of the temple, which displays today's auction items in sequence.

At the same time, the auction information will also be displayed on the rear screen for guests’ reference.

"Mythical Arms: Whale Swallowed."

"Identification report: This is a mythical weapon unearthed from the Great Wilderness Sea on the first floor of Qilin Immortal Palace. It has been buried for two thousand years. It looks like a bronze sword. When the sword comes out, it will evoke the whale song and destroy

Extremely powerful."

"Status: Spiritually disabled."

"Starting price: 50 million."

A blue ancient bronze sword was projected on the screen, and the shadow of a giant whale seemed to shake the void.

The temple echoed with the faint whale song, as if in a dream.

As for the authentic product, it is sealed in a simple golden sword box and sealed with dense talismans.

This is a mythical weapon that needs to be restored, but it is too rare after all. It caused a huge sensation among the guests, and was directly pushed to a sky-high price of 200 million.

The person who finally took the photo of this mythical weapon did not stand up to accept the compliments from others.

Instead, he left the scene in a low-key manner to collect his auction items.

However, at this moment, a crisp bell rang.

That is one of the six boxes from the top of the temple, the second master's box.

The person who photographed Shinhwa Arms suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face looking very ugly.

"No wonder, he left in such a hurry, no one was unwilling just now."

Tang Ling said calmly.

Gu Jianlin also noticed that everyone around him was joking and having fun.

"This is also the tradition of the dark world. It is not enough for you to have enough financial resources to auction the items. If someone wants to forcefully buy them, then you must stay and fight. You can do it yourself, or you can let others do it for you, but in the end

You have to win to keep your bid, otherwise your bid is invalid."

Miss Lan said lightly: "This is also the tradition left by Wang. Legend has it that in the early years when Wang was still young, he often could not get the auction items he wanted due to lack of financial resources. Therefore, he would carry a rattle with him and use the ringing to attract the other person's attention.

Next, have a cordial and friendly exchange and ask the other party to give up their offer."

What a cordial and friendly exchange.

Gu Jianlin suddenly discovered that there were ancient clocks standing outside each of the six boxes.

"The same goes for the bell. If you have something you must get, you can try ringing the bell. But when the bell rings, it will determine the outcome, as well as life and death."

Ms. Lan said: "Wang used to like boxing, and he often had unpleasant encounters with people at auctions and exhibitions. He had a mythical weapon called Painting the Earth as a Prison, which could create a closed barrier, and he could settle grievances in the barrier. Painting the Earth as a Prison

The characteristic is that after the barrier is formed, only one person can come out alive."

"Therefore, although there is no mythical weapon of drawing the earth as a prison, the dark world also retains this tradition."

She said: "It's just that few people ring that bell."

It seems that the Red King's status in the dark world is really like that of the Holy Lord.

No one can match it.

Gu Jianlin shook his head, turned around and asked with lip language: "Are you interested?"

Tang Ling narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly: "It's a bit interesting, but not as good as my Ji Lei."

Seeing these two people interacting like this, Miss Lan's eyes became even colder.

"There is an item on sale today called Heart of Moonstone. This is a very rare extraordinary resource. It is a plant that only grows in the ancient god world. It must be bathed in the blood of the ancient god species to bloom. Lord Netherworld's attendant is in Qilin

It was picked from the Silent Swamp on the first floor of the Immortal Palace, and six fourth-level lives were added to it."

She said coldly: "According to our plan, Sister Yue Ji was supposed to capture the Heart of the Moon Stone here. This is a necessary resource for her to advance to the fifth level of Yue Si, but she was seriously injured because of you."
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For a moment, Tang Ling turned to look at the boy beside her.

Because Gu Jianlin's expression finally showed a trace of emotion.

"Sister Yue Ji's dedication to you is something you can never imagine. If she hadn't wasted so much time on you some time ago, she would have been promoted to the fifth level last month."

Miss Lan's voice was cold: "Sister Yueji took a talent test when she was eight years old. Her adaptability to the ghost-slaying path is almost perfect, which means that her obsession is very deep. Join You

After joining the Yingying Group, she conducted a second test and found that there was no ghost slayer with better talent than her in the entire Youying Group."

"Therefore, the highest level of Youying Group appreciates her very much and promises her a bright future. But she gave up many precious opportunities for you and to stay by your side."

She paused: "So much so that within the Youying Group, those competitors who are not as talented as her have surpassed her in rank. She is still at the fourth level today, and is almost lost to everyone."
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Gu Jianlin was silent for a long time, thinking what a fool he was.

"And I guess she hasn't said a word to you about these things."

Miss Lan said: "Joining the Youying Group alone, she has suffered much more than you imagine."

Gu Jianlin thought of the pain he had endured during the past two nights.

It is like a stone falling into the quiet lake of the heart, causing ripples.

Yes, after losing the teacher who protected her since childhood, she is just a seventeen-year-old girl.

It's already very hard for a person to work outside, and he still has to spend a lot of time protecting this sluggish person.

No one knows how much sadness and sorrow there is.

Including the pain he felt, it was just the tip of the iceberg.

"I can also tell you that Sister Yue Ji is not without enemies."
To be continued...