The interior of Black Moon Street is made up of narrow streets, like the entrances to one alley after another.
The buildings on both sides of the street are tall and dilapidated, and the shops along the street have lights on.
That old-fashioned light bulb doesn’t come with a lampshade and comes in two colors: red, representing a human shop, and blue, representing a weird shop.
The colors of the billboards are also colorful, but the overall tone is dark.
Butcher shops are common on both sides.
The weirdness will not hide itself here. They reveal their originally distorted faces and stand at the door shouting their wares.
Above the street hung a black full moon.
There is only darkness here, the sky is a dark blue close to ink, and the sun never rises here.
And on the edge of the moon, there is a circle of red blood.
The night is long and has no end.
At this time, a shriveled old man came out from an alley.
He was wearing a Zhongshan suit and was very thin and old, like a dead log.
"Beauty, do you want it to be weird or not?"
It is really strange that there are humans reselling weird things here.
Su Qingyu kept a distance and asked, "How much paper money?"
The old man stretched out the only three fingers of his left hand and one finger of his right hand, and said, "For four thousand ghost coins, you can contract a unique weirdness that belongs to you."
As he spoke, he took out a ceramic jar from his arms.
There was a shrunken human head in the porcelain jar, and that was the item he was selling.
"Beauty, you can take a look at the goods first." The old man's attitude was sincere, and his aging appearance made him look non-aggressive.
Su Qingyu just lowered his head and glanced at the jar.
The shrunken head in the jar suddenly began to swell.
Then, a bloodshot eye was facing the mouth of the ceramic jar.
Su Qingyu saw several white maggots wriggling under the mucous membrane of the eye.
"This is a top-level weirdness, called the Eye of Illusion-Breaking..." The old man kept chattering, bragging about the weirdness in the ceramic jar, attracting her attention.
There is no tax on bragging.
There is not even a human form, so the level of weirdness must be average.
Then, at the bottom of the invisible ceramic jar, the monster quietly stuck out its long tongue and secretly reached into Su Qingyu's pocket.
near.
Closer—
The old man showed a smile of success.
He stared at Su Qingyu closely, and boasted even harder with his dry lips: "As long as you have this eye, you will be able to easily reach S-level clearance, obtain high dungeon rewards, and become rich without fear of any strange disguises in the dungeon."
"It's so useful, why don't you keep it for yourself to make a fortune?"
There is no such thing as a free lunch.
"Am I not leaving opportunities to the young people?"
Su Qingyu noticed the subtle changes in the old man's expression.
She knew something was wrong and took a step back.
The tongue hit nothing.
Then, Wuxin used his black sword to block the ceramic jar back.
The light in Black Moon Street was very dim, and the old man didn't notice at first that something strange was following Su Qingyu.
He had presbyopia and thought that the person following Su Qingyu was her human friend.