Then, the "door" closed, then quickly faded and became transparent, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving the wall back to its original state.
On the other side of the wall, the same "door" appeared out of thin air, but this time its leaves were open outwards.
Qi Ji, wearing a light grey trench coat, walked out from the waves. He snapped his fingers lightly, and the "door" behind him disappeared.
She looked around and what came into view was a dark and narrow alley.
——The bathroom is located right at the edge of this luxurious hotel, and through that wall you can reach the outside world.
"The power of 'Mysterious Form of the Starry Sky' is really useful..."
She smiled mischievously.
This ability to "cross barriers" was also analyzed from the huge amount of information she obtained after catching a glimpse of the outline of the great existence in the starry sky.
Its effect is that it can pass through any solid barrier without damaging the barrier itself.
This is a miracle.
"Okay, now what we need to do is to send this thing to the Execution Team or the Super Management Bureau when the time comes..."
She walked slowly in the alley as if taking a stroll, her left hand clenched into a fist, with a faint reflection seeping through between her fingers.
It seems like holding a small crystal clear object.
Chapter 215 Underground Transaction
In the dark and dirty alley, a slender and graceful figure quickly moved through the shadows cast by the dirty and twisted eaves.
She was wearing a dark-colored tight-fitting top that facilitated movement and concealed her figure. She had a shawl on her back, with the lower part lifted up and resting on her head, while the hanging part vaguely covered her face.
A few small strands of chestnut hair hung down from the shawl.
The emerald green eyes held an extremely heavy light in the shadows.
Lancy Iris is the only daughter of Edward Iris, the patriarch of the Iris family.
It was late at night, and this young lady of noble birth, with steps that were more nimble and light than those of ordinary people, was walking along the winding, complicated, dirty and smelly roads that were like the sewers in the South District slums.
Those dark green eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings with a serious look, as if they were carefully searching for something.
After passing through narrow, damp and cold alleys, she finally stopped in front of a wooden door.
A wooden door covered with dirt and blackened marks.
It was built on an equally dirty and blackened wall, and the main body of the wall was a low and dilapidated single-story house.
In other words, it looks like a civil engineering structure of a residential building.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
Lunxi knocked hard on the door panel with the knuckles of his right index finger, causing it to emit three heavy, short, muffled sounds.
After waiting for two or three seconds, she knocked three more times:
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
This time the frequency is higher, the force is smaller, and the sound is crisper.
After knocking, she took a few steps back.
As if it was some kind of secret signal, a dozen seconds later, the wooden door was pushed open.
There was almost absolute darkness inside, and in this darkness like a curtain, a human face suddenly emerged.
A slightly pale and quite thin face. He was a man, about forty years old, with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, thin and white lips, and a very cold and mean look.
"Password."
He spoke without a trace of emotion, his voice low and hoarse, like the noise made by sandpaper rubbing against each other.
"……tulip."
Lunxi whispered a noun.
The man nodded silently, then moved aside to make room for her:
"Room 101."
Lunxi walked in and the man quickly closed the door behind her.
The room was suddenly plunged into complete darkness. No walls, no floor, and no furniture or furnishings could be seen.
However, this darkness is not absolute.
Lancy could see that somewhere, there was a faint light.
Because it is too weak, it cannot illuminate the surrounding environment, but it is enough to highlight its existence in the pure darkness.
Lunxi walked slowly towards the light without making any sound, taking every step firmly and carefully.
If someone's eyes could penetrate the darkness, he would be able to see that the pretty face hidden in the shadow was so cold that it seemed to be frost-covered.
Perhaps because she had no reference and could not accurately judge the distance between the light and herself, the distance she walked was farther than she had imagined.
It took her half a minute to walk to the light source.
It was a long and dark corridor, illuminated by a few candles on the ceiling, dark and eerie.
It extends straight into the darkness, as if leading to the abyss.
On both sides of the corridor, there are several doors distributed in a messy and asymmetrical manner, and a small sign with a number printed on it is embedded in the same position of each door.
"...96, 97, 98..."
Lunxi walked step by step in this cold and terrifying corridor, scanning the house numbers on both sides.
"...101."
Finally, she stopped in front of the door of "Room 101".
"Squeak-"
With a harsh and restless friction sound, the door of "Room 101" was pushed open by her.
What came into view was a slightly cramped room. The lighting was still dim, but the layout inside could still be roughly seen.
A long wooden table is located in the center, with wooden chairs with backrests on both sides, and at the top of the long table is a slightly larger high-back chair with armrests.
A person whose whole body was covered in shadows was sitting on it, with one leg raised and resting on the other leg, one hand resting on the armrest with his elbow and his cheek supported by the back of his hand, and the other hand placed on the armrest, tapping the top of the armrest rhythmically with his index finger.
He nodded slightly and looked at the other members below with an indeterminate look.
Yes, "members", there are other people in the room.
Judging from their body shapes, they include both men and women, young and old, but their heads and faces have been processed to some extent, with some wearing masks, turbans, or brimmed hats to hide their appearance.
Not counting Lunxi himself and the figure in the armchair, there were more than a dozen people sitting in irregular arrangements on the chairs on both sides of the long table.
Lunxi found an empty seat, pulled out a chair and sat down, then lowered his head, looked at the slightly dirty table, and waited quietly.
This is an underground black market somewhere of "Ghost Wolf".
Although Andre, the supreme leader of the "Ghost Wolf", has completely disappeared, in the dark world such an end is basically a death sentence.
But as the largest underground force in all of Stio, it would not collapse and be paralyzed simply by the death of a leader.
Recently, due to the frequent presence of personnel from higher-level churches and even the Holy Temple, the various activities of the "Ghost Wolf" have been restrained a lot, and its income and influence have dropped significantly.
However, as long as the church has no intention of directly attacking the "Ghost Wolf", the organization will not be fundamentally affected.
"The church will not fight against the 'Ghost Wolf' because it is not the 'Ghost Wolf' that creates sin, but sin that gives birth to the 'Ghost Wolf'..."
In the ten minutes or so after Lunxi sat down, several more people came in one after another, chose their seats and sat down.
Waiting in the oppressive silence, her thoughts could not help but wander, and she thought of some things and came up with some ideas.
“So, as long as the Ghost Wolf does not engage in cult worship, does not plot to seize political power, and does not challenge the foundation of rule, neither the church nor the nobility will interfere too much with their existence and activities.
"No matter how brutal their methods were, no matter how many tragedies they caused..."
With an imperceptible sigh, she raised her head.
Because, the figure at the top of the long table coughed lightly, and spoke slowly in a deep male voice:
"It's almost time, you guys start."
As soon as the words fell, one of the members on both sides of the long table raised his hand:
"Looking to buy a batch of sharp weapons, either long or short is fine, but preferably more long ones, about twenty in total."
After he finished speaking, someone immediately responded:
"The long ones are 122 ferrums each, and the short ones are 13 ferrums each. No bargaining."
"Sure," the man who had just asked to buy the weapon agreed without hesitation, "Ten of each, long and short. How should I get them?"
The seller said in a deliberately strained voice:
"You pay me one-third of the deposit now, and then we'll agree on a time and place to do the transaction in person."
"can."
The buyer nodded, then pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and a very old pen from his pocket, quickly wrote something on the paper, and handed it to the other party.
The seller took the paper and pen and started writing too.
After the two of them secretly finalized the details of the transaction by passing notes, they said together:
"We're done."
The room was silent for a few seconds before the next trader spoke:
"I have two female slaves here, both around fourteen years old, not bad looking, and I'm in urgent need of money. I'd like to offer them together for 3000 Ferums. Who wants them? I won't sell them separately."
"I want it. How do I hand it over?"
"I wrote to you..."
"I want to buy a businessman's head. The deadline is one month, and the reward is..."
"Sell a spiritual item, the effects and side effects are..."
"I'm selling imitation Ferrum. Unless you're a professional appraiser at the mint, no one can tell the difference. The proportions..."
"I want to hire someone to follow a craftsman..."
"..."
Dark deals soaked in blood and tears were either made or aborted in these gatherings held in a place beyond the reach of light.
Lunxi just sat there, watching and listening without any wavering eyes, as if he was just a spectator who had nothing to do with anything.
After dozens of minutes, the originally "hot" scene gradually cooled down.
The frequency of speaking by buyers and sellers dropped significantly, and it seemed that the rally was coming to an end.
Lunxi looked around and suddenly raised his hand:
"Looking to buy a degraded version of the antidote for the fever. Please note that it must be a degraded version."
After her words rang out, the whole audience fell into a strange silence, as if everyone was shocked at this moment.
I was shocked that such a pleasant young voice could appear in such a dirty and dark place; I was also shocked that... there were people looking to buy the antidote for the fever.
Soon after a large number of clergy from the Higher Church arrived in Stio, a considerable amount of antidote for the fever was delivered.
Under the supervision of the new clergy, no one dared to engage in such hoarding and reselling activities.
Basically, everyone received their own antidote at the Stio Church, which had just started its renovation work, in portions.
To date, more than half of the population of Stiou, whether suffering from or having had the fever, have taken the antidote.
I believe that according to this trend, the epidemic situation will be completely quelled before long.
In this case, why do you still ask for the antidote for the fever? And the degraded version?
Did it break accidentally? No, that's not right. In this special case, you can apply for a replacement from the church, and it won't take long.
Seeing no one responded, Lunxi added:
"1000 Ferum, one serving."
"!"
There was another round of shock on the field. If the person at the top had not been watching, they would have been in an uproar.
