Following the map marked on the notice, Chen Lei and others soon arrived in front of a huge building.
This huge building has been renovated. Above the gate hangs a huge plaque of the Hundred Races Guild. There is also a line of small characters on the side, which is a number. The number is 49, which means that this Hundred Races Guild is the 49th branch.
On the street in front of the guild, there was a row of vendors setting up stalls. Everything on display looked like it had been dug out from the ground, and had a musty earth-like smell.
These things have clear price tags, and all must be paid with Blood Spirit Pills. The prices of some things are outrageously expensive, and I don't know if there is any business.
After asking around, Chen Lei finally realized that these things were actually dug out from some places in the city. As for what they were used for, even the sellers didn't know.
However, things that can last for so many years without rotting are probably good things, even if we don’t know their uses.
Unfortunately, it is very difficult to meet someone who knows the value of these things.
Even Chen Lei didn't know what these things were, and he didn't even have the desire to buy them.
At a roadside stall, Chen Lei saw a broken bowl with a chip on the rim. It was black and inconspicuous.
Originally, such a broken bowl would not attract Chen Lei's attention. However, Chen Lei felt as if he had missed something, so he stopped and looked at the broken bowl again.
The more I look at it, the more familiar it feels.
"Why is this broken bowl so similar to the Heaven-Swallowing Bowl I got before? No, they are exactly the same!"
After watching for a while, Chen Lei suddenly seemed to understand something.
In his previous life, Chen Lei obtained a replica of the Heaven-Swallowing Bowl, which was extremely powerful and was once a great treasure that Chen Lei relied on to do whatever he wanted.
Now, the broken bowl in front of him, except for the gap, looks exactly the same as the Heaven-Swallowing Bowl. In fact, if you look closely, this broken bowl seems to be even more miraculous than the imitation he once got. Every curve is in line with the way of heaven and is perfect.
And this broken bowl is priced at ten Blood Spirit Pills.
At this time, although Chen Lei did not have many Blood Spirit Pills in his hand, he could still take out ten.
"Dude, where did you get all this stuff?"
Chen Lei stopped and squatted down to chat with the guy setting up the stall.
The man setting up the stall was a warrior in his fifties, thin and with a wisp of whiskers under his chin. A gleam of brilliance flashed from time to time in his yellow eyes, and he couldn't help but give off the aura of a profiteer.
This warrior's cultivation has only reached the eighth level of Martial King.
This is the real cultivation level of this warrior, not the cultivation level that has been forcibly reduced due to the suppression of the field.
Obviously, this warrior's qualifications are not very good, but if he can survive in such a complex and chaotic environment, then he must have his own way of survival.
The warrior saw Chen Lei's interest, blinked his eyes and said, "Sir, I dug these things out from an abandoned house. I don't like fighting, I just like exploring. If you like anything, just take it."