The three knives Zhang Ping just looked at were more expensive than the last.
The price of the Nine-Ring Ghost Axe Sword is 500,000 Pearl Coins!
The price of the Ghost Scythe is 600,000.
The last 'Han Niang' is priced at 2 million.
There was a huge gap between the rich and the poor in Mingzhu City, and Zhang Ping had no idea how much the awakened people earned.
But according to his investigations in the past few days, the annual salary of an ordinary farmer in Mingzhu City is about 3,000 Mingzhu coins, which means that if you want to buy "Han Niang", you have to go without food and drink for more than 666 years.
So expensive.
Zhang Ping sighed slightly in his heart. Although he knew that super-powered equipment would definitely not be cheap, he did not expect it to be so expensive.
"Grandpa, are there any cheaper weapons here?" Zhang Ping looked around and found that the cheapest weapons cost tens of thousands of Pearl Coins, so he walked up to the old man and asked softly.
The old man took a puff of his cigarette, and after about a minute and a half, he looked at Zhang Ping and slowly said, "What did you say?"
"Grandpa, I'm asking, are there any cheaper weapons here?" Zhang Ping had no choice but to ask again.
The old man looked at Zhang Ping and seemed to be a little slow in reacting. After a while, he answered the question irrelevantly: "My son is waiting for me to eat."
"… "
Zhang Ping was speechless.
No wonder the customers before me left empty-handed.
At this time, a middle-aged strong man hurriedly walked into the store from outside.
He was estimated to be over thirty years old, wearing tattered camouflage uniforms, with an inverted triangle body shape, arms thicker than Zhang Ping's thighs, and a rough, dark sword on his back. It was obvious at first glance that he was an experienced veteran adventurer.
"Sorry, this store is not selling anything at the moment." He put the weapon on his back in the corner and walked up to Zhang Ping and said.
When the old man saw the middle-aged man, he yelled in dissatisfaction: "Stinky Qiang, where are you taking Dashan to fool around again? Where is Dashan?"
"Uncle Liu, why did you open the store again? Didn't I tell you to wait at home? I will find Dashan soon." The man nicknamed 'Stinky Qiang' smiled bitterly.
The old man hit Chou Pi Qiang on the head with his long-handled pipe, and said angrily: "You just mess around all day long. Tell Da Shan to go home for dinner."
"Okay, Uncle Liu, I'll ask Dashan to go home for dinner right away. Let's close the store and go upstairs now." Chou Piqiang agreed repeatedly.
The old man hit Chou Pi Qiang on the head with his long-handled pipe again and said unhappily, "I'll just stay here. What if an old customer comes and can't find me?"
"Okay, okay, we'll stay here and not go anywhere." Choupi Qiang said with a wry smile.
He is a veteran among adventurers and has a team of four under him. He has saved a lot over the past decade, and his livelihood will not be affected even if he does not go on missions for a few months.
But his teammates are all living paycheck to paycheck. If they stop going on missions and lose their source of income, their lives will become a problem.
But Uncle Liu is his closest relative, and they are like father and son!
Ever since his good brother Dashan disappeared, Uncle Liu's mental state has been getting worse day by day, and he is often in a daze. He is really worried about leaving Uncle Liu living here alone.
At this moment, he noticed Zhang Ping who was about to leave, and suddenly his eyes lit up and an idea popped into his mind.
There is a big difference in temperament between students and people in society.