bestfiction Chapter 230 A Special Auction
Chapter 230 A Special Auction
In an instant, a terrifying smell, comparable to that of a biological weapon, wafted from Zhong Ming's mouth.
It's like moss and mushrooms growing on pants that haven't been washed for months. Then, you scrape these things off, stuff them into a pickle jar, soak them for a long time, take them out, mix them with the skin on your feet, and roll them into a "medicine".
At this moment, Zhong Ming felt like dying, but his body was recovering at an extremely fast speed, his consciousness was exceptionally clear, and he could see the condition of every inch of his meridians using the method of internal vision. Damaged parts were repaired with extremely fast efficiency, broken bones were regenerating, muscles were recovering, and everything was as if nothing had happened.
Aside from... the tongue has suffered a devastating blow, and there's no hope of a temporary recovery.
The large ape saw Zhong Ming struggling to crawl out of the "hole in the wall," and jumped for joy, shouting "Ooh-ooh-ah-ah!" while holding aloft a tuft of black fur...
“Wait a minute,” Zhong Ming said, scratching his head.
The wig is gone....
No, this is disgusting... Damn, this medicine is so strong, my own hair isn't growing back?
Does this mean I'll never have that "beautiful hair" again in my life?
Damn it...
Zhong Ming was so frustrated that he didn't know what to say.
The gray-haired ape jumped around happily a few times, swinging the wig in its hand. Then, a dark "stone" fell from the sky and smashed into the ape's head in the blink of an eye.
A look of grievance first appeared in its eyes, then immediately turned to joy. It tossed the wig high into the air and threw it away completely. It happily picked up the black stone, gripped it tightly with both hands, and tried to pry it open with all its might.
Zhong Ming picked up the wig, somewhat bewildered, and put it on, looking around.
To the audience members who had been stunned for a while before recovering, the person on stage now seemed unusually frightening.
To walk out of such a huge pit as if nothing happened, one must be a great immortal master.
No... because she saw his secret about wearing a wig and wanted to kill him to silence him.
Some people swallowed hard, crouched down, and prepared to sneak away, only to discover the big tiger.
"Ah!!!" The ladies started screaming again, making Zhong Ming's head ache.
"All quiet."
He suddenly pulled the hook-and-sickle spear out of the "wall," and the next moment, the front wall collapsed completely, revealing the beautiful back of the female host who was hiding behind the wall, trembling with fear.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed too.
"You be quiet too." Zhong Ming pressed her head down, forcibly interrupting her screams.
'Hey, this feels so good... ahem.'
Everyone around him was watching, and if he said the wrong thing, an even more violent riot would erupt.
"Guards, protect the safety of our guests."
Zhong Ming's words snapped the guards out of their daze, and they immediately rushed out. Except for one who looked like a hungry tiger and no one dared to approach him, they quickly surrounded everyone.
Seeing the guards' gleaming armor, the men felt a little more at ease.
Once things calmed down a bit, he started yelling and cursing loudly.
"What are you guys even doing?"
A woman's voice rang out first, and the others immediately erupted in chaos. Some of the mentally broken individuals were about to join in when Zhong Ming reacted even faster.
He rushed over to her and slapped her across the face.
That slap silenced her. If she still couldn't tell that Zhong Ming was a cultivator at this point, then she wouldn't even qualify to enter the auction house.
Upon closer inspection, Zhong Ming realized, "Hey, isn't this the woman who wanted to buy some kind of aphrodisiac bone before?"
The men beside them didn't dare utter a sound, but a very gentlemanly-looking middle-aged man behind them spoke up righteously, "Even if you are a celestial master, you can't..."
"boom!"
The world is quiet.
I saw a man and a woman lying on the ground, covering their faces...
People voluntarily relinquished their power and status, kneeling before the purest form of violence.
Zhong Ming then began to explain the current situation.
"Gentlemen, the situation is still unclear. The auction house upstairs was attacked. At least one enemy chose to blast open the floor, which is our ceiling, to escape here, but he has been dealt with by a great cultivator. Well, at least there is some good news for you all: none of you have died."
Zhong Ming had intended to make everyone relax, but seeing the fear in the eyes of those around him, he realized that this was not funny.
The two people he hit seemed to be the most seriously injured; the others were just minor stampede incidents.
"You may all be in for a mandatory holiday break."
Zhong Ming paced slowly, his tone and demeanor like that of a general issuing orders before a decisive battle. No matter how "humorous" his words were, they only made the atmosphere more tense.
"Only those who have undergone inspection are allowed to leave. The specific inspection methods are not under my control. You just need to know that I will deal with whoever causes trouble. Now, everything is as usual."
Zhong Ming walked around the field once. To be honest, he really didn't know what to do, so he chose to... do nothing.
He plopped down in his original spot, Captain Qi stood on the other side, and an adjutant quietly approached to inquire about the next orders...
"What are the orders? The orders are for those guys to clean up the stage and the audience, and continue the auction!"
So, amidst everyone's bewildered expressions, several guards and shoved the waiters away, pushing the large chandelier away. The impact of the violent self-destruction on those below was simply ignored. Now, who cared whether the ground was dirty or whether the chairs next to them had collapsed?
The female host, her makeup ruined by tears, walked shakily onto the stage, her legs still trembling. When she saw Zhong Ming's sharp gaze, her legs gave way and she fell sideways onto the stage.
As she collapsed, she gradually calmed down.
There's no situation that could be worse than this, right?
Her long-accumulated professionalism immediately returned to her. Taking advantage of the fall, she laid down gracefully on her side and then simply sat on the edge of the display stand, swinging her two long white legs to soothe the restless hearts in the front row.
"Next item for auction..."
The treasure guardians, acting like thieves, stepped over the shattered wall, looked around nervously, and placed the treasures on the display table.
Like a farcical comedy unfolding, more and more people gradually relaxed. Zhong Ming looked up at the hole in the ceiling. He knew that from a safety perspective, the auction should be stopped immediately, but...
Don't worry, those powerful cultivators above look down on these useless mortals below.
As a result, a tense search was being conducted above, with no cultivator willing to reveal their possessions to others, and the conflict deepened. Meanwhile, a "unique" auction was taking place below.
Ruins wind.
Ancient battlefield damage style.
The female host used every trick in the book, sometimes sitting sadly on the broken pieces of the collapsed wall, introducing the ancient treasures with sorrow, like a pitiful little girl whose family was destroyed and who was forced to sell her ancestral treasures; sometimes with a sorrowful wish, like a wife waiting for her husband to return, who has become a resentful ghost in the vicissitudes of life, gently turning the jade hairpin (auction item) in her hand, which makes people feel sorry for her; sometimes she joined the ranks of those carrying heavy objects to protect the treasures, slamming them heavily on the treasure chest, like female bandits gathering in a deserted village to divide the loot.
The auction went surprisingly smoothly.