C15

Ding Hong was stunned. He couldn't help but take a closer look at the mask. Other than being slightly more exquisite, he didn't feel anything special about the mask. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "I say, isn't five thousand taels of silver a little too much?"

Wu Yu, who was at the side, naturally heard the old man's words of 'five thousand taels'. Those who weren't interested in it initially became interested in it. He hastily looked at the mask.

The old man said angrily, "This mask of mine has its uses." You, the dignified young master of the dark market, do you still lack that five thousand silver taels? "

Upon hearing these words, Ding Hong's complexion changed. The old man did not seem to be angry. He just said, "What are you afraid of? Even if I wanted to kill you right now, I would have been shot like a beehive if I were to move now! "This mask can only be used for one sentence, five thousand taels of silver."

Ding Hong was even more surprised. When they were going out, the Heaven less Tower had told him that they would send people to protect him. However, he clearly knew the background of this old man. He looked at the mask again. This old man's background shouldn't be small. Perhaps this mask really did have some use. He asked, "But I don't have that much money on me. What should I do?"

The old man raised his head and looked at him strangely. Then he said, "You only need to say something to buy it? If you want to buy an old man, I'll take the money. "

At this time, a person walked out from the crowd. That person covered his face and walked over to the booth to put away the five thousand taels of silver. He turned around and walked away without even pausing for a moment. The old man picked up the banknotes, patted them, and picked up the butterfly mask. He handed it over to Ding Hong and said, "This mask has a concealment effect, the power is controlled by your eyes. "As for the rest, you can slowly understand them yourself." Then, ignoring him, she leaned against the wall and dozed off.

Ding Hong picked up the mask and put it on. He was in a very good mood. Suddenly, from a penniless poor kid to a rich young lord who could casually throw away a thousand taels of silver, he felt that it was only that good.

It was a good mask to wear on his face. Ding Hong could only feel a hazy feeling coming from his eyes. It was as if the whole world had become blurry. After that, the hazy mist suddenly retracted and congealed in his eyes.

Wu Yu had initially wanted to see what effects Ding Hong would have after he put on the mask. However, after he put on the mask, Ding Hong suddenly disappeared from his sight as though he had never appeared before him before. She rubbed her eyes.

Ding Hong looked at Wu Yu in front of him. Looking at her shocked expression, he curiously asked, "What are you doing?"

Wu Yu suddenly jumped back in fright after hearing his words. He looked around and asked, "Where are you?"

The old man raised his head and frowned as he looked at them. He scanned his surroundings and found that no one had noticed anything amiss. He said, "Brat, move your attention away from your eyes."

When Ding Hong heard this, his attention loosened up and the hazy feeling before his eyes began to spread. Wu Yu suddenly saw Ding Hong emerge from the side.

When Wu Yu saw this scene, he couldn't help but smile in astonishment. He excitedly picked a mask as well and said, "I want one too!"

The old man raised his head to look at the mask in her hand and said, "Two coppers."

"What?" Wu Yu was stupefied after hearing that. He was so happy that he wanted to jump up and down. But before she could make a sound. The old man continued, "Other than the mask he wore, nothing else had that kind of power."

Yu Yu pouted and snorted, "Why don't I have one?"

The old man did not say anything, as if he was asleep.

"Hey, you two, are you going or not!? Stand in the way! "

"Yeah, hurry up and leave."

The people behind saw them standing there, blocking the way, and were a little displeased.

Seeing so many people unwilling, Ding Hong and Wu Yu had no choice but to leave the stall together. After walking forward a few dozen feet, Ding Hong turned back to look at the mask seller's stall, only to find that the stall had disappeared.

Wu Yu turned around to look and was stunned. "Why did that person leave so quickly?"

Ding Hong shrugged his shoulders and said, "An otherworldly expert."

Wu Yu could only helplessly give up. The night sky was like a dark curtain, covering the entire path from the north to the south. From time to time, large families would set off fireworks, causing the entire city to look like a city of light.

Ding Hong pulled Wu Yu along as they ran. When they passed by a small cliff, they found it particularly lively. And among them were a few young men and women who were dressed in Daoist robes.

The man was handsome and elegant, and the woman was as beautiful as snow.

Ding Hong and Wu Yu also couldn't help moving to the front. He realized that it was actually a shadow play.

However, this shadow was about the size of a real person. A few burly men beside him were controlling the large wooden sticks in their hands. Ding Hong and Wu Yu rarely saw such a thing, so they couldn't help but be captivated by it.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder.

Ding Hong snapped out of his daze. Turning around, he saw a young man dressed in a robe. He saw Ding Hong turning his head and saluted with his hands folded in front of his chest. Smiling, he asked, "Sir, may I ask where you bought this mask?"

Ding Hong looked at him. He did not understand the purpose of his visit, so he could only say, "Naturally, I will buy it from the street vendor."

The youth then asked, "Is the mask seller an old man wearing a bamboo hat?"

Ding Hong looked at him strangely and said, "That's right."

The young man was overjoyed, and hastily shouted to the other young men and women who were still watching the movie, "Senior Brothers and Sisters, we've found Junior Master Yun's whereabouts!"

A few young men and women were startled when they heard his shout. They hurriedly came to his side.

One of the women asked, "Junior Brother Li, where is Martial Uncle Yun?"

The young man pointed at Ding Hong and said, "Senior Sister, look at this young master's mask."

The lady looked in the direction the young man pointed and upon seeing the butterfly mask on Ding Hong's face, a surprised look flashed across her face. Arriving in front of Ding Hong, he asked, "Sir, can you tell me where the person who sold this mask is?"

Ding Hong frowned and said, "That old man sold my mask and then disappeared. I don't even know where he went."

The woman naturally noticed the unhappiness in Ding Hong's tone and was about to give up. Unexpectedly, a broad-faced man behind the woman snorted coldly when he saw Ding Hong's attitude towards her. He walked to the front and coldly said, "Stinking brat, Senior Sister Xiao doesn't want to give you face. Are you looking for a beating?"

Wu Yu was mesmerized by the shadow play, so when he heard the man's rough words, he turned around as well. Only now did he realize that Ding Hong was already with a team of people wearing the same clothes as him. Her face changed when she saw that they were all dressed in white satin, and that the belt around their waists was sewn with silver threads that connected them with the clouds. He hastily ran to Ding Hong and whispered, "They are people from the Heavenly Palace."

Ding Hong was about to lose his temper when he suddenly heard Wu Yu's words. He couldn't help but stroke his chin. He had heard of the name 'Heavenly Palace' quite a few times. From Qi to here in the past, the words' Heavenly Palace Society 'could be said to be thunderous. At this time, Ding Hong was also able to clearly see the situation before him. The girl surnamed Xiao should be the leader of this group. He was only guessing if the broad-faced man was interested in this senior sister of his.

When the man saw Ding Hong ignore him, his anger became even more intense. Just as the purple light in his hand flashed and was about to attack, the girl surnamed Xiao coldly snorted and waved her hand, directly hitting the man's hand away.

"Junior Apprentice Brother Pan, we were told not to act recklessly when the Sect Leader and Uncle-Master left the room. Have you forgotten?" The girl surnamed Xiao coldly said.

The man seemed to be very afraid of his senior sister, so he hurriedly agreed and retreated to the side.

Ding Hong chuckled and said, "Are all the famous people from the Heavenly Palace raised like this?"

The girl surnamed Xiao couldn't help but frown when she heard his words.

Suddenly, there was a ruckus in the distance. A team of people on horseback were rushing towards Ding Hong. The leader was a middle-aged scholar. He came in front of Ding Hong, bowed and called out "Young Lord", then turned to the woman named Xiao and said: "Fairy, please don't be angry. My Young Master is young and doesn't understand, please forgive him."

The woman surnamed Xiao's expression changed when she heard that the scholar actually called Ding Hong young master. He looked at Ding Hong and said, "So it's the Young Master of the Dark Market, sorry about that." It's just that time is short, and I still have to look for the seniors of my sect. After saying that, he called out to his people and left. Before leaving, the man surnamed Pan looked at Ding Hong with unwillingness.

Ding Hong looked curiously at the middle-aged scholar before him and asked, "You are?"

The Confucian Scholar laughed and said: "Young Master, I am the Dark Market's Fourth Manager, Fu Gongyi. He just heard that the scout said that the young master had met with some trouble, so he hurried over. "

"Fourth Boss?" Ding Hong really wanted to know how many bosses there were in a dark city. He asked, "How many masters are in a dark city?"

Fu Gongyi smiled and said, "Including Young Master, you, the Head, there are four more people." He paused, "But we don't know who the fifth one is."

Ding Hong suddenly felt a little curious about this dark market. As the owner of the dark market, how was it possible for him to not know the basic situation of the dark market?

"Do you have a file on everything in the dark market?" I want to see it. " Ding Hong said.

Fu Gongyi nodded, "Of course there is. If Young Master needs it, I'll go back and sort it out."

Ding Hong nodded. Then, Fu Gongyi led a group of people and left. When the surrounding people saw the true formation, they couldn't help but discuss one after another. Upon seeing this, Ding Hong knew that it was no longer possible to play around today. He could only say to Wu Yu, "Let's head back now."

Wu Yu looked around before nodding his head in agreement.

The one they were returning to was still the same Five Seas Restaurant.

When he returned to Five Seas Restaurant, Fu Gongyi had actually organized all the files on the dark market and sent them over for Ding Hong to take a look. Although Ding Hong was currently 15 years old, he had reached adulthood at the age of 16 and could be considered to be in charge. He accepted all the documents and asked Fu Gongyi to go back so he could read them in the evening.

It was only when it was very late did the city become quiet. However, there were still passersby walking back and forth outside the city. Ding Hong sat at the table, lit the lamp and opened the file that Fu Gongyi had given him.

The file was in a small metal box. It was unknown what the file was made of, but it was very thin and looked like a piece of paper.

He flipped to the first page, where he saw the records of the Dark Market's predecessor. After reading a few pages, Ding Hong's complexion couldn't help but change. No wonder the dark market had such a large amount of money and power these few days. Although he was surprised to see Fu Gongyi push away the Heavenly Palace's people with just a few words, he didn't want to show it. That was why he had the idea to check out how big the dark market was.

The beginning of the file read: "The source of the dark market is Chujin, named Juyi. Five thousand four hundred and thirty-eight years have passed since then. First, it is the assassination organization." In the next 264 years, Ding Zicheng, the head of the Ding family, infiltrated the Ju-On, obtaining all the documents of the Ju-On. In the end, 982 years later, Ding Tiancheng, the head of the Ding Clan, obtained the right to pay for the assassination of Juyi, and was separated from the right to assassinate Juyi, changing his name to the dark market.

"Right now, the dark market is merely the money for Jueming Curse. It is not the true power of Jueming Curse." Ding Hong's heart sank as he read this passage of text. Why did his grandfather set up this dark market separately from Chuchu Jieyu? Was the matter of his family being exterminated related to this as well?

Ding Hong had a bad premonition. Although he had only been in contact with the so-called dark market for a few days, Ding Hong already realized that the water in this dark market was not something he could touch.

Ding Hong closed the file. As he thought about it, cold sweat broke out from his back. The cold wind blew outside the window and his entire body shivered.

He picked up the file again, and after taking a look at the distribution of all the properties and powers in the dark market, he hurriedly closed it.

Most of the candles on the table had already been lit, and a lot of the wax had already landed on the table. As he looked at the flickering flame of the candle, he couldn't understand what he was feeling. He really wanted that old man who pretended to be Fuxi to appear again. He had a lot of things he wanted to ask about, and if he could find out some of the uses of the Heavenly Talismans, then he could also travel the world.

Suddenly, there was a shadow outside the door. His eyes flashed as he blew out the candle. Then, he turned around and hid in a corner.

"Is Young Master Ding here? I am Xiao Qin from the Heavenly Palace. " It was the woman from the Heavenly Palace whom he had met on the way here.

Ding Hong did not know what she had come here for. He said, "I am already asleep. If there is anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Xiao Qin ignored him. She suddenly pushed at the door with both hands. The bar that was originally used to block the door immediately turned to ash as the door creaked open.

Seeing this, Ding Hong didn't care about anything else as his sword technique directly pierced towards Xiao Qin. Although Xiao Qin did not come in, he already knew that Ding Hong had summoned his sword intent to stab at him. His right hand formed a spell sign and a light blue wall of light appeared in front of him. When Ding Hong's sword intent touched the wall of light, it only penetrated in a little before it could no longer move.

When Xiao Qin saw this, she couldn't help but be surprised in her heart. One must know that she had already cultivated the Heavenly Palace's secret technique, the seventh level of the Heaven Seeking Scroll. One move, Congealing Icicle, was even tougher than Darksteel, and it actually allowed Ding Hong to pierce through it. Thinking that it might be a little contradictory if he continued like this, he pushed out with his left hand. Ding Hong only felt a gentle force slowly send him backwards.

Xiao Qin walked in from outside. In the dark night, she really was like a fairy from the nine heavens, pure and pure. Even the moonlight outside the window had lost its color. She looked at Ding Hong and softly said, "Young Master Ding, I have come here today to remind young master not to linger in the dark market. If Young Master is stubborn, you can take it that I have not said these words. "

Ding Hong looked at her, not knowing why she had come to remind him. Puzzled, he asked, "Why did you come to tell me these things?"

She looked at the file on the table, but did not answer his question, and said: "Young Noble must already know the Jueming Curse, that year Ding Tiancheng was able to control the dark market because of other reasons. Now that Ding Tiancheng is dead, I am not willing to say anything else, it's just that it is a huge matter and is not something that you and I can speculate." With that, she looked at Ding Hong and sighed, saying, "The mask you bought today is actually a prized treasure of my Heavenly Palace's Elder Yun Tianshu. Perhaps because he has some connections with your grandfather, he gave you this life-saving treasure. Now that things have come to this, I hope that Young Master can take care of yourself. "

She turned around and left, closing the door softly behind her.

Ding Hong watched Xiao Qin leave with incomparably complicated feelings. He sat down at the table and looked at the file, unable to calm his emotions for a long time.

As he thought about this, he fell into a deep sleep.

By the time he looked up the next day, it was already dawn. He got the waiter to fetch some water, washed his face and rinsed his mouth before heading off to find Wu Yu. But when he knocked on the door of Wu Yu's room, he found that she wasn't in the house. When he thought that he might have something to take care of, he didn't mind. He was going downstairs to eat something.

He sat down at a window on the second floor where he could see the street and ordered some food.

At this time, the streets of Ji Mo were filled with busy citizens. Although the people coming and going were sparse, one could still see the vitality of the people. The light in the sky was also slowly turning red.

"Sir, here's your meal." The waiter placed the items in front of his table, disturbing his leisure time.

He smiled and replied, "Quite fast."

The waiter seemed to have never seen such a kind customer. He was stunned for a moment, then left in a fluster. When he reached the staircase, perhaps he was in a trance, but he bumped into a strong man who was climbing up the stairs.

The sturdy man did not move, but the waiter was knocked down. That sturdy man walked up from the stairs with his brows furrowed and eyes slanted. He glared at the waiter and said, "If you have more eyes in the future, don't just blindly run around. Today, your father is in a good mood. Let you go and quickly scram for me. "

The waiter hurriedly left in a meek manner, afraid that he would go back on his word.

The brawny man turned around and looked at Ding Hong as he said loudly, "Little brother, that little girl, Wu Yu, told me to find a young man called Ding Hong in red silk clothes. That should be you, right?"