Although the shopkeeper’s price was fair, Feng Xue only sold the Nail Head Hamr and Hand Axe, then took the double-barrel shotgun and visited nearly all the stores around.
This wasn’t because he was dissatisfied with the price, or that he wanted to compare prices around, a re hundred and several tens of thousands of Tower Coins for him now was but the inco of idling for three to four days; compared to money, what he cared more about was whether any shopkeeper could detect the side effect of the gun.
In fact, if the double-barrel shotgun didn’t have that negative effect that even his Golden Finger had only vaguely ntioned, Feng Xue would have preferred to keep it.
Excluding the lee codian effect, just the ability to "fire anything with the power of a bullet" was an aweso attribute, plus the thing had a large caliber and could be loaded with all sorts of weird items like Fujitsue’s fake artifact, remote control toys, Poison Insect Poison Grass, or even just cramming salt into it would instantly turn it into a super shotgun. As long as he had enough junk in hand, there were simply too many ways to play with it.
But in the end, Feng Xue decided to sell it, because he couldn’t gauge whether the side effect of the cursed item was effective rely by holding it, or if the curse would attach as soon as he used it.
If one considered the possibility that the two dragon-like flunkies also died from getting an acupoint hit, this thing might even be contagious.
Feng Xue’s ability ant he wouldn’t lack for mysterious items; there was no need to bet on whether he would et a Boxer or not with a codian weapon—he didn’t even know how this so-called Boxer was defined.
After taking 170,000 Tower Coins from an old clothing store owner, Feng Xue casually deposited them into his work badge.
Added to the 40,000 from the two weapons before, that was a total of 210,000 Tower Coins and not one shopkeeper noticed the negative effect of the shotgun.
"Does this an, apart from the elent factor, the ability of a mysterious item is also influenced by other factors?" Feng Xue pondered in his mind as he and Huo Mu walked into the so-called consignnt shop.
It was located at the end of this black market street. The shopkeeper was a sweet-looking woman with golden wire-fra glasses, plump figure, appearing as if she could ooze water, sitting quietly in front of a window with a book in front of her—that was the first ti Feng Xue had seen sothing resembling a book in soone else’s hands since he arrived in Infinite City.
"May I ask what you would like to consign? Or do you have any specific purchase requests?" The soft, lodious voice entered his ears, but Feng Xue who was clearly aware he was using a filter remained completely unphased, glanced at the book in the woman’s hand, and said,
"I need an item that can increase mory and learning ability."
"Sorry." Listening to Feng Xue’s request, the woman didn’t even plan to look it up; her expression showed no change, neither disdain nor taunt, just calmly responded,
"Items with that function are at least of Inheritance Level, even if one really does show up, nobody would sell it. Even if they really wanted to, it would be placed in an official auction, not into the black market."
"Inheritance Level... Does that an it can be used as a family heirloom? I wonder how many levels above Excellent that is."
Feng Xue secretly thought, but his expression didn’t show any sha for asking a silly question; instead, he raised an eyebrow and said,
"Then do you have anything like an instant cara item?"
"Hold on." This ti, the woman pondered for a mont before picking up the book, flipping through it quickly. The book wasn’t a mysterious item, just an ordinary notebook. After skimming through several pages, she turned around and pulled out several folders from the dense shelves behind her, each containing pieces of paper with specific information written on them.
The whole process took about five minutes, and then the woman returned to the counter and softly said,
"Sir, there aren’t many technology-class mysterious items of the cara type. Currently, there are four. Two of them can take pictures of ghosts and trap them inside the film; one seller wants to trade for an ordinary level armor, another wishes for a Fine Level vehicle;
"One is a consumable that can project a clue of what you want in the form of photos by smashing it with force; this seller wants to exchange for an item that can enhance vision;
"Finally, there’s an ordinary item, but the effect is not bad. It can reproduce any photographed item in a three-dinsional way. Although it is only a projection, even the texture can be replicated, so... anyway, the owner of this ordinary item hopes it can be sold for 50,000 Tower Coins, or an above-average Ordinary Level item."
As she said this, the woman gave Feng Xue a rather suggestive look; Feng Xue instantly understood and couldn’t help but suspect that this attractive woman was actually a lecherous old man...
"Forget it, none of them are what I want." Feng Xue shook his head, showing no sign whether he was being frugal or truly disinterested. The woman showed no emotion for the five minutes of effort she had put in, only nodded and asked,
"Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
"No, that will be all." Feng Xue shook his head, leaving the store with Huo Mu. With just a simple inquiry, he had roughly understood the basic rules of the consignnt store and also realized that not only top-grade items can be consigned.
Shaking his head, Feng Xue turned and approached a street stall that had caught his eye earlier. He had been short on cash at the ti, so he had only glanced at it. Now with money in hand, he imdiately walked over.
"How much for this pen, boss?"
The previously languid boss perked up at the query, despite the item not seeming very impressive, he still energetically said,
"This is a handmade fountain pen, boasting infinite ink, and a smooth nib for a seamless writing experience, and not to ntion is designed with absolute fashion in mind. It’s the perfect fit for a successful person like yourself. Even just to carry in your pocket, it’s an excellent decoration..."
"So, in short, it’s an ordinary item without much use, right? 50,000 is a bit steep. Give a fair price." Feng Xue interrupted the other’s sales pitch, although the fountain pen indeed had a certain classy temperant, such a thing was the most useless in Infinite City.
Having his pitch abruptly cut off, the stall owner frowned slightly but replied,
"This is no ordinary item; it has the attributes of Durable and Infinite Ink and can increase the efficiency of copying. To say it’s a mid-range Ordinary quality is no exaggeration!"
"Heh, what use is copying efficiency in Infinite City? Moreover, this pen also has a ’Mysterious’ attribute, which probably ans it has so negative effect, right? 5,000 Tower Coins, deal or no deal?" Feng Xue cheekily grinned, but his eyes were serious. The stall owner was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Feng Xue to spot the attributes so directly. The polished salesperson act dissipated instantly, and with a lazy tone, he said,
"It’s a deal."
"Did I still bid too high?"
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