However, before auctioneer Feng Tongyi could ask if anyone wanted to continue bidding,
a smaller-sized rat demon suddenly stood up and stomped on the table.
Using all his strength, he shouted, “I bid sixty thousand demon stones! No one is allowed to compete with me!”
“I’ve lived a lowly life all my days and refuse to live in cowardice any longer!”
“I might as well gamble—if this is the life-blood of an ancient rat demon, I will surely soar to the heavens!”
“Even if not, I’ll die with no regrets!”
As he spoke the last sentence, tears flickered in the rat demon’s eyes.
Seeing this scene from inside the booth, Feng Zhenxin’s lips curved into a perfect smile.
“Tsk, tsk, truly worthy as my Conscience Workshop’s new top shill!”
“That acting is impeccable!”
“After tonight ends, I must consider giving him a raise in demon stones!”
Indeed, whether horse demon or rat demon, both were shills Feng Zhenxin hired to warm up the crowd.
Having run auctions for so long, he understood very well:
good items don’t need trickery to sell, but bad items must be sold by any means.
Most demons have simple minds—the less popular an item, the less likely they are to buy it.
The more others fight for something, even if useless, they insist on buying it.
That is demon nature!
Sure enough, with these two shills leading, other demons also found their logic persuasive and began bidding.
But even so, reason remained; their bids were not too high.
Bidding rose steadily by increments of two thousand or five thousand demon stones, not too heated, just steady.
Feng Zhenxin believed this life-blood’s limit price would be around 150,000 demon stones—not likely much higher!
But just then, a deep voice rang out:
“Three hundred thousand demon stones!”
At this, everyone looked up to find which great demon in a private booth had bid such an astronomical price.
Keep in mind the price had only just reached eighty thousand demon stones—what was the meaning of jumping straight to three hundred thousand?
However, no matter how they tried to look, they could not find the bidder!
This was because all Conscience Workshop booths had special array structures—anyone speaking would have their voice and location altered.
Making it impossible to know who the true buyer was!
This is the importance of a private booth!
And the person who shouted three hundred thousand demon stones was none other than Ye Yu!
He was determined to obtain this ancient great demon’s life-blood!
Because he trusted his own body’s instinct!
So he directly offered a huge price to crush the other demons, forcing them to back down!
Originally, he thought this would guarantee him the life-blood.
But unexpectedly, another voice echoed through Conscience Workshop:
“Five hundred thousand demon stones!”
After this amount appeared, not only did the demons gasp, even Feng Zhenxin felt uneasy.
Another increase of two hundred thousand?
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