Becerro was irritated. The human in front of him was unreasonable. He just wanted to make a good deal. He even took the lead in increasing the stakes. Didn't this human understand reason? !

As for Mu Hua, there was no way he would exchange his windbreaker for the plague virus, and there seemed to be a temptation in the words of the demon merchant just now.

However, if the virus is combined with the therapeutic serum, the value of the plague demon rotten flesh extract will increase exponentially.

Well, although the serum can only ensure that one person is safe and sound, the others will still die, but regardless of the value, at least the pressure when it is deployed is finally much less, right?

Of course, while the pressure is reduced, this thing still cannot be thrown around randomly, or rather, it seems that there is nowhere to throw it.

No matter where you throw it, as long as people know about it, you will become a sinner that everyone will hate.

Mu Hua no longer has any delusions of being persecuted, and he is not very interested in this self-destructive virus. However, if there is a serum, Kunna's safety factor will be greatly improved.

Although it is still a very bad self-destruct virus, in order to make it work, you have to find someone to poison first. . .

"Master, you can show it the Philosopher's Stone." Tuesday's voice rose in his mind, and Mu Hua's expression froze.

Normally, Tuesday always attaches herself to Mu Hua's soul, and it is normal for her to be able to communicate with him spiritually, but she keeps the Philosopher's Stone very closely.

"Give it the Philosopher's Stone? Is that ok? And you would actually let me use the Philosopher's Stone?" Mu Hua thought silently in his heart.

"The demon merchant is special. If it believes that you have a lot of Philosopher's Stones, it probably won't harm you."

"A demon merchant is very valuable to you, especially a young demon merchant."

"I don't mind you using the Philosopher's Stone for something more beneficial, I just don't like you wasting it on those bitches." Tuesday's voice rose in his heart again.

Mu Hua didn't know much about the devil merchant, but out of trust in Tuesday, Mu Hua still put away the bottle of potion in his hand.

"Can the wiretap and surveillance be blocked?" Mu Hua asked the somewhat impatient Becerro.

"Huh? This... isn't good?" Besero hesitated slightly, looked around, and then looked at the sky. He seemed to be resisting, but he probably wasn't afraid that Mu Hua would do something to him.

"Haha, I thought you were really not afraid of anything." Observing Becerro's actions, Mu Hua shook his head and smiled.

"It's not a question of whether I'm afraid or not, I just don't want to cause misunderstanding. I don't like unnecessary waste. Becerra is a businessman and doesn't want to cause trouble." Becerra said as a matter of course.

But it seemed to be completely unaware that it had been causing trouble ever since it took out the extract from the plague demon's rotten flesh.

After asking for Mu Hua's name and confirming that Mu Hua wanted to continue the transaction, Mu Hua did not want people around him to know the details of the transaction, which also aroused Besero's interest.

The refraction of light obscures visual observation, and the sounds from the outside world become vague and unclear.

It seems real and illusory, as if a circle of translucent frosted glass appeared out of thin air, and Becerro created a space around it that obscures the senses.

From the outside, Mu Hua and Becerro seemed to be surrounded by a circle of translucent glass, and their figures became blurry shadows.

Mu Hua reached out to touch it, and the surrounding screen walls were illusory and had no defensive effect at all.

"Well, young human, you strike me as very special, and you seem to have quite a few good things."

"Now, no one outside can detect our communication, including the spaceship in the sky. Even if someone uses the Eye of True Vision to observe, we will find it immediately."

"So, what will you come up with?"

"National secrets? Humanity's innovative technology? Or some strange materials?"

"Although I think that bottle of Abyss Mist is more attractive, but if it is interesting, Besero will give you a suitable valuation." Besero said to Mu Hua.

The sounds from the outside world seemed to be blocked out. Mu Hua looked around curiously. The grade of this magic should not be high, but he had never gotten the skill stone of this magic.

Perhaps it was a complex spell. Although he had used the skill stone to unearth some inherent magic, because he had never been exposed to high-level magic, Mu Hua did not have a good understanding of the deep application of magic spells. For the time being, he was still not very good at analyzing and combining unknown magic.

"Demon Blood Crystal, are you interested?" Mu Hua looked away, but did not take out the Philosopher's Stone. Instead, he took out a Blood Crystal and handed it to Beserro. "Huh? Haha, usually only humans come to us to buy Blood Crystals. Some stupid humans even try to absorb Blood Crystals and transform into demons. Let me see."

Although he was smiling, there was no trace of a smile on Besero's face. As if he couldn't hold it back, Besero took the blood crystal with a mocking look and a bit of disappointment on his face.

Under the abundant light, Besero's dark eyes actually glowed with a faint fluorescence, as if he was staring at him with malicious intent. He must have used some kind of detection ability.

"Bishemo, unfortunately, this bloodline has no value." After a brief observation, Besero threw the bloodline crystal back to Mu Hua, even with disgust on his face.

The Bishemo can be understood as the conventional ghoul, at least in appearance and behavior patterns. It is a savage and cruel low-level demon, and also cannon fodder in the demon battlefield.

"What about these?" Ignoring Besero's disdain, Mu Hua handed two blood crystals to Besero again.

"Radiali, a fraudulent demon who only knows how to flatter. Well, the Claw Demon, is too ordinary."

"Were you deceived by some despicable businessman? Or did you find a way to refine demon blood?"

"General blood crystals have little value in hell. If there are more of them, such as claw demons and baran demons, they can be sold to demons who want to form lower-level legions, but the market is not good."

"If this is all you have, it would be very disappointing to Besero." Besero was a little angry and even threw the two blood crystals directly to the ground.

"The blood of the Baran demon is not valuable?" Without paying attention to Besero's actions, Mu Hua picked up the blood crystals on the ground with his magician's hand.

"You mean the necromancer? Not all Balang demons are good at necromancy."

"Haha, young man, it seems you haven't been to the battlefield much. Those boastful and jealous fools are much more likely to become berserkers than necromancers." Besero said mockingly, and then his expression changed to a playful one.

"It seems like you can refine demon blood?" Besero tested, and seeing that Mu Hua did not comment, Besero shook his head.

"Instead of refining demon blood, I suggest you refine demon essence blood. This is a kind reminder for you because you have the potential to become a high-quality customer."

"There is no shortage of demons in hell. Only the bloodlines of high-ranking demons have a market. But it's such a waste. Refining their bloodlines is not even as good as cutting them into pieces and selling their meat. Haha." Besero laughed strangely.

Faced with Becero's words that were three parts advice and seven parts ridicule, Mu Hua nodded silently.

These blood crystals were by-products of his smelting of demons. Of course, in addition to those shown to Becerro, Mu Hua also had the blood crystals of sirens, nagas, hellhounds, blue-winged demons, and even a few Xinneng Valley demon insects that could not take shape.

Those were obtained from demons fished out from the Smelting Abyss. Perhaps in the future he would be able to get the blood crystals of big demons, spider demons, Medusa and the like.

According to Besero, the price of the Demon Blood Crystal will definitely not be too high.

But Mu Hua didn't care. He had already made up his mind. He planned to get some devil eggs and raise little devils on the Abyss Island.

Go back and feed them those blood crystals. No matter whether they are trained from childhood or slaughtered and smelted after evolution, all of them can be regarded as surplus value.

No longer thinking about the problem of blood crystallization, before Besero got impatient, Mu Hua pinched a unit of Philosopher's Stone with his fingers and stretched it in front of Besero.

"How about this thing?" Mu Hua asked.

The Philosopher's Stone was tiny, even smaller than a mung bean, but after just a glance at it, Besero's expression changed dramatically, and his original impatient look was instantly replaced by desire.

"The Philosopher's Stone? You do have it. Give it to me! Let me see it! I want to see it!"

As if he had completely let go of his guard against Mu Hua, Besero, who was only as tall as Mu Hua's waist, rushed to Mu Hua's side. While jumping, he tried to grab Mu Hua's raised right hand, but Mu Hua dodged it.

The Philosopher's Stone, Becerro never thought that it would see the Philosopher's Stone in the hands of humans.

Not to mention humans, it is just a little devil. As a demon businessman, it has very little experience. Even in hell, it has never thought that any demon would use the Philosopher's Stone to trade with it.

At this moment, Besero prayed in his heart. The only thing he prayed in his heart was that Mu Hua would not have only this one Philosopher's Stone in his hand. (End of this chapter)