Black Dragon Ghost Farm, the Market, Wei Long, and the Sea Mist Crab (Please subscribe)

Outside the Nine Dragons Black Market.

Bai Jingjing pinned up her hair, wiped the moisture seeping from her pale face, and looked at the banner-bearing figure ahead. Summoning her courage, she asked cautiously, "My lord, what kind of ghosts do you intend to raise?"

Zhu Yu paused briefly and turned to gesture for her to walk beside him. As they headed toward the coast, he said, "My name is Qingyang."

"To be honest, I know little about running a Weird Farm or raising ghosts. Do you have any suggestions?"

Bai Jingjing was not surprised at all. If Zhu Yu understood Weird Farms, he would have waited until her ghosts matured before plundering them. Harvesting them half-grown had cost him more than half their value in Blood Coins for nothing.

The thought flashed through her mind, but she suppressed it. After considering briefly, she replied, "My lord, the fifty-thousand-mu Weird Farm you rented is a deep-sea farm. According to Shopkeeper Hou, its average depth is around a thousand meters."

"As far as I know, the deeper the Black Sea gets, the denser the ghostly energy at the bottom, the colder the water, and the more corrosive the seawater becomes..."

"That is true."

Zhu Yu nodded slightly. When he had carved out a temporary cave dwelling in the trench earlier, he had discovered just how dense the ghostly energy was at the bottom of the Black Sea. It truly deserved its reputation as a cradle for ghosts.

But the seawater was also highly corrosive.

If ordinary people or ghosts fell into the deep sea, they would probably be corroded to death before they could last even a short while.

Seeing him nod, Bai Jingjing's pale face brightened with a hint of delight. She continued, "Based on what I know, my lord, you