My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 711 - 423: Broken Mirror_1

Chapter 711: Chapter 423: Broken Mirror_1

The size of the Grand Gathering has indeed expanded many times, with shops and stalls filled with various unique cultivators and all kinds of rare treasures. Owen Bertram didn’t need to look at each item one by one, as he walked along the street with the Ghost Knights, his spiritual sense spread out, scanning all the treasures on the street.

It was just inconvenient for him to use his domain here in the Ghost Zone, otherwise, Owen himself could have simply opened his domain.

However, the items that Owen was looking for were not found in either Abner Lane’s or Nick Liam’s possessions, which naturally made them extremely rare. He wasn’t sure if he could find anything in the Ghost Market Grand Gathering either.

Owen had walked several streets in a row, with nothing to show for his efforts. He had discovered some other valuable treasures, but at the moment, he was not in the mood for picking up bargains.

After more than a Shichen (2 hours), Owen had almost covered the entire Grand Gathering and sighed to himself. Would he really have to venture into Burning Hillock? And would there be any gains to be found in Burning Hillock?

As he hesitated, something blocked his way. He looked up and saw the huge figure of Corpse Fiend blocking the entrance to the One Percent Pawnshop about halfway down the street!

This was also part of his own business, so Owen secretly sent a message to Mesmerizing Demon to pretend not to know him, and he prepared to go in and take a look.

The Ghost Knights had already stepped forward and drove away the unique cultivators who were blocking the entrance.

The unique cultivators complained continuously, as they had all come to ask for Lord’s help in identifying their treasures. However, before Lord could even appear, Corpse Fiend had rushed over and squeezed them to the side. Now they were being driven away by the Ghost Knights, naturally feeling full of grievances.

Staggering about, a frail Little Ghost in the corner suddenly changed his face, took out a palm-sized broken mirror from his body—yet the moment the treasure was drawn out, it turned into a mass of Yin energy and dispersed into the surrounding void!

The Little Ghost was filled with hatred and shouted with all his might, "Who stole my treasure?!"

None of the other unique cultivators around him bothered to respond, and some even seemed to enjoy the misfortune. The Little Ghost grabbed a few fellows next to him and questioned them forcefully, "Was it you?"

"Was it you?!"

"Where’s my treasure?"

These unique cultivators were all slippery characters, and if not for the Corpse Fiend behind them and the Ghost Knights in front of them, they would have already kicked this fellow out. But now, they all revealed innocent expressions and shook their hands repeatedly: "It has nothing to do with me. Be careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation."

A Tree Spirit even stretched out all its "hands," and when it shook a whole bunch of them together, it looked like a tree full of leaves being blown by a strong wind, which was quite comical.

Unable to find the thief, the Little Ghost was filled with resentment and wailed miserably. Suddenly, with his eyes full of hatred, he glared at the Ghost Knights: "It’s all because of your appearance that caused the confusion, and my treasure was stolen. You must take responsibility for finding it. If you can’t find it, you’ll have to compensate!"

The Ghost Knight Leader was clearly displeased.

It was the Ghost Knights’ duty to enforce the law in the Ghost Zone, and since they had encountered this incident, they would naturally take care of it. But the fact that this Little Ghost blamed them and seemed to be determined to pester them made them extremely disgusted, and they couldn’t help but want to say, "The pitiful have something hateful about them."

Not to mention, Corpse Fiend arrived earlier and must have caused some chaos, during which it was quite possible that his treasures were lost, yet he didn’t dare to falsely accuse Corpse Fiend.

The primary mission of this group of Ghost Knights was to accompany Owen, so the leader signaled two subordinates to go and handle it. They would help investigate, and it would be best if they could find the treasure; if not, the Little Ghost would have to accept his misfortune. Then the other Ghost Knights still protected Owen.

But the moment they made a move, the Little Ghost wailed and threw himself at the Ghost Knight Leader, holding onto him tightly and refusing to let go: "You can’t leave—"

"Damn the dog thief, why did you choose me of all people?"

"That was all my hope for vengeance."

"What’s the use of having you deaf watchdogs? All you know is how to collect money, but you’re useless when there’s trouble. I lost my treasure and you don’t care. Your Ghost Market claims to protect the weak, but it’s nothing more than a lie to lure us in..."

He yelled and screamed, and in the end, he even cried like a shrew!

Owen was already in a depressed mood, and the noise made him even more irritable. But this matter had to be dealt with, or if the Little Ghost went around spreading the story, it would definitely affect the Ghost Market’s reputation. He asked the Ghost Knight Leader in a low voice, "Can you find it?"

The Ghost Knight Leader was unwilling to give a straight answer, but Owen had already seen through the situation and said, "It seems that you can. I will watch from the side while you deal with the matter."

Owen’s words left no room for doubt, so the Ghost Knight Leader had to call a capable subordinate to help the Little Ghost find his treasure.

The subordinate took two people and left immediately.

Since it was a "market," it was inevitable that various forces would mix, forming gray and black forces like those in the cities of the living. The Ghost Knights, who were responsible for maintaining order in the Ghost Market, knew whose territory this was.

Owen, on the other hand, looked at the Little Ghost, whose body was filled with tremendous resentment. But there was something strange about the resentment, and Owen couldn’t figure out what was going on because he couldn’t use some methods at the moment.