"Then congratulations to this monk for winning this auction at a price of four hundred gold coins. Below are a thousand second-level high-grade weapons. The starting price for each weapon is three hundred gold coins!"

"I'll pay double."

"Below is a third-level low-grade weapon..."

"I'll pay double."

"The following is a third-level medium-grade weapon..."

"I'll pay double."

At first, Zhu Luan thought that these young monks were sent by the wealthy and prominent families in Shiyu City to buy low-level swords, and he was still a little excited.

Although the venue and auction belong to the family, as the host, they will receive corresponding rewards every time they sell the auction items at a higher price. This is also a means to motivate the auctioneers to work better.

Even so, Zhu Luan has never seen such a weird auction. It lacks the warm and noisy atmosphere of the past, and does not require the publicity value of his own efforts. As soon as all the lots are brought to the booth, someone will snatch them away at double the price.

This is simply unheard of.

Seeing the expressionless young monks and the deathly silence in the venue, Zhu Luan was frightened.

This auction seemed like he was dancing alone. Surrounded by a group of dumb zombies, staring at him with their empty pupils, he was a little panicked. No matter how high the bidding price was, it could not cause waves in his heart. Zhu

Luan changed the lots quickly, even forgetting to sing three times. She just wanted to complete the task as soon as possible so that she could leave this weird place.
Chapter completed!