Chapter 179: Chapter 179 Intelligence Cabin
Riding a taxi, Tang Qi arrived at the suburbs, this ti choosing a different direction, getting off near the wilderness area, and then selecting a secluded spot to switch to his “Second Body.”
A brawny middle-aged man with a hunter’s outfit and a striking scar on his face ventured alone into a dim forest.
Rotten Truffles!
It was still this forest, Tang Qi simply picked a path and then continued at a steady pace towards the depths of the forest, heading for the abandoned estate.
Along the way, he didn’t encounter anyone else.
However, as he neared the estate, a casual glance towards other areas revealed fleeting human figures.
With experience from the first ti, it beca familiar territory on subsequent visits.
Silhouettes erged outside the estate.
Not a single person spoke; at most, there were nods to each other, maintaining superficial politeness, or so maintaining their aloof deanor, walking straight through the estate into the depths, through the front yard, the grand living room, the lawn, and arriving at the other end of the estate.
The guide who had been present before did not appear this ti.
Perhaps he had gone elsewhere to continue leading newcors.
Tang Qi and the others chose their own Ghost Carriages.
In a silent atmosphere, carriages rapidly appeared beyond the valley.
They stopped briefly and then quickly departed, leaving behind traces of figures.
The familiar scenery of the valley ca into Tang Qi’s view.
The mysterious valley, completely shrouded in dense, humid mist, peculiar black trees, so rugged boulders, as well as cabins at the edge of the valley, and booths and stall owners obscured by rising mists at various corners.
“Eh?”
Suddenly, it wasn’t just Tang Qi; all the Transcendents who had arrived seed to let out a similar sound of surprise.
The source of their astonishnt was a change within the valley.
A large, exquisite wooden house full of mysterious aura had appeared at the deepest part of the valley.
Bright yellow light spilled out from within the house.
In front of the house were so strange stones, and above it hung a signboard, seemingly made with characters composed of worms emitting a faint green glow, sowhat awkward, yet the ssage was conveyed clearly and bluntly.
Mysterious Bar!
Seeing these four characters, an abnormal expression surfaced on Tang Qi’s weathered face.
“This organization…”
At that mont, Tang Qi suddenly felt that the organization behind the market seed to understand “Transcendents” very well.
Ask yourself?
Who wouldn’t want to experience a bar from the Mysterious World?
There must be Extraordinary drinks and bizarre food, right?
There were not a few Transcendents who shared the sa thoughts as Tang Qi, like the red-nosed old man he had already seen last ti.
His profession is the [Croc Speaker].
And evidently, he was a lover of alcoholic beverages.
His purpose for coming to the market seed to be to buy feed for his crocodiles and to sell so crocodile eggs and at that had Extraordinary effects.
However, these two things, for the ti being, were thrown to the back of his mind.
The mont the old man with the red nose saw the word “bar”, he couldn’t care about anything else. He quickly pulled out his seal and stamped the back of his hand, then hurriedly headed into the valley. Judging by his deanor, his first stop was definitely that bar.
The majority of other Transcendents, driven by novelty and curiosity, made the sa choice.
Tang Qi, however, did not follow the crowd. He also took out his seal and imprinted the Seal Pattern on the back of his hand before entering the valley. He glanced indifferently at the now bustling bar and began to stroll around the market.
Though possessing special abilities, as ntioned before,
since the Extraordinary Market had just been established, many Transcendents and even re Contactors greatly overestimated their “Curios” or materials. Under such circumstances, even for Tang Qi, finding bargains proved difficult.
But things would beco much easier once everything settled down.
Nevertheless, after a short while of browsing, Tang Qi still found a pleasant “surprise.”
In front of him was a very peculiar stall.
It was just a large cloth with the stall owner entirely shrouded in Mist, selling items ranging from weapons, materials, antiques, to so rare and odd things—almost everything one could imagine, suggesting the seller was a collector.
Of course, most of it was fake.
Perhaps not intentionally deceptive on the stall owner’s part, as not everyone could identify Curios at a glance like Tang Qi.
For others, it required so energy and cost, and success was not guaranteed.
The thing that caught Tang Qi’s eye was genuine.
It was a small glass bottle filled with so black ash.
In front of the bottle, there was a card that read: Witch’s ashes from the Cemo tragedy site; possibly the only remaining bottle of Witch’s ashes.
The ghost light shimring in Tang Qi’s eyes confird this description.
[Curio: Witch’s Dust.]
[State: Normal.]
[Information Fragnt One: In the second year after the implentation of the Federation New Calendar, a tragedy erupted in a small town called Cemo. The townsfolk went mad for so reason and captured dozens of won suspected of being Witches, burning them at the stake. Although the townsfolk were later punished by law, the so-called “Witches” did not survive.]
[Information Fragnt Two: This portion of ashes is from a real Witch, still containing their extraordinary magic power, giving birth to miraculous functions. It can be used to craft Secret dicines, castings, break curses… or lift certain Seals.]
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The second Information Fragnt was precisely why Tang Qi valued it.
The true story behind the tragedy of Cemo town has beco unknowable.
But the ashes in this small bottle were just what Tang Qi needed. Not long ago, he obtained a “Witch Iron Box”, and its original owner left a particularly tricky Seal, for which Witch’s Dust was one of the rarer materials required to decipher.
The stall owner originally only accepted barter deals, but after Tang Qi increntally increased his offers of Gold Coins, the seller finally gave in.
Praise Divine Grace, the boundless power.
Tang Qi quietly muttered to himself before putting away the newly acquired [Witch’s Dust].
He continued his leisurely stroll for a bit longer.
It seed his luck had been sowhat depleted, as he did not find any more valuables to sweep up.
His figure quickly arrived deep within the valley.
Before him were two wooden houses, one on each side.
The one on the right was the “Mysterious Bar” that had attracted a large number of Transcendents. Inside, the noise remained bustling, with the sounds of clinking glasses and loud chatter under the bright yellow lights, tempting one to go inside and explore.
The one on the left, however, was dark, with only one lantern swaying alone and unlanted — the Intelligence Cabin.
Tang Qi considered for less than a second, then smiled lightly and chided himself softly, “Strictly speaking, I’m not of age yet; I can’t drink.”
As his voice fell, his figure moved toward the Intelligence Cabin that seed to have never been entered.
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