After the huge waves surged under the bridge, everything slowly returned to calm, and Li Qiang stood up steadily and continued to move forward.

After a long day's effort, Li Qiang and the 4 fox demons behind him finally walked across this single-plank bridge.

Slipped into the smoke ahead, and it was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

Li Qiang could only follow the direction of the shouting sound and continued to walk forward for a while. There was a flash of light in front of me, and I finally saw the bustling crowd.

I thought that this yin and yang bazaar was mixed with people and ghosts, and there must be some guys with fierce faces and strange shapes.

But to Li Qiang's surprise, whether they are setting up stalls to sell goods or hanging around to buy goods, they are all ordinary people. At best, some people are tall and fat, and some people are just thin and withered.

There are men and women, old and young, toddlers who are being led, and there are old people who are on crutches and have a rickety body.

A kerosene lamp was placed on each stall, and the flames inside were short and beating abruptly.

Ye Lou looked at the scene in front of him, only to find that it was very familiar, and when he leaned over to take a closer look, he found that those who set up stalls were actually those who set up stalls outside the three towers.

Ye Lou suddenly realized, no wonder he looked at the people who set up the stalls before, it turned out that they were also here to the Yin and Yang Market, and they must not be mortals, so they behaved strangely.

Now that we have come to the Yin Yang Market, we have already achieved half the battle. But with so many stalls selling goods, which one is the one who sells the tears of the dream demon?

So Ye Lou discussed with the foxes, and they went their separate ways.

Ye Lou and Hu Si walked the middle road together.

They inquired one by one, until the end, but they didn't find a stall selling Dream Demon Tears.

Ye Lou couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he was deceived by the godly Mr. Bai?

At this moment, Hu Da's side suddenly found that Li Qiang and Hu Si hurried over.

It turned out that it was in one corner of the bazaar that a stall was found. The stall was set up by a middle-aged man, wearing a green coat, an octagonal hat on his head, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses stuck on his nose, looking polite.

This is not someone else, it is actually Chen Hao.

Li Qiang was shocked and actually shouted:

"Master......"

The man looked up at Li Qiang and smiled slightly.

"You recognized the wrong person......

Of course, Li Qiang believed that he had recognized the wrong person, because Li Qiang's master, Chen Hao, was hiding in the Khitan ancient tomb in Baiquan Mountain at the moment, using the method of fake death to avoid being chased by the dream demon.

But Li Qiang still felt that this person must have something to do with Li Qiang's master, Chen Hao.

"Then do you know Li Qiang's master Chen Hao?"

Li Qiang didn't want to go around the bend, so he simply asked directly.

The man smiled slightly, and did not directly answer Li Qiang's question.

Hu Da was in a hurry, stretched out his hand and pointed to a jar on his stall, and said to Hu Si excitedly:

"Look, there's a word on it, and it seems to be written like something, and it's tearful......"

Hu Da knew a limited number of words, so he could only recognize one tear character.

Li Qiang hurriedly followed the direction of his finger and looked, what kind of dream demon tears were they?

"This is the tears of a blind man, drop a drop, and you can see your past life. ”

Although this thing is very strange, Li Qiang is not interested. What Li Qiang is looking for is the tears of the dream demon, not these messy things.

Li Qiang shook his head and slowly stood up.

Turning around and just about to leave, the man saw the disappointed look on Li Qiang's face, so he opened his mouth and shouted to stop Li Qiang.

"Are you looking for the Dream Demon's tears? Are you trying to control other people's dreams?"

It seems that he is also a connoisseur. Li Qiang stopped.

"Yes, what Li Qiang is looking for is the tears of the dream demon, but Li Qiang doesn't want to control other people's dreams, just want to find the person who can control other people's dreams?"

The man nodded.

"This is the Yin and Yang Bazaar, where Yin and Yang meet. The dream of a dreamer is neither yin nor yang, and it is like yin and yang, so you have to look between yin and yang to have a chance to ......"

"Between yin and yang?"

Li Qiang frowned and thought about it, and suddenly remembered the black and white river outside the clouds.

"Could it be the river?"

But when Li Qiang looked up and planned to ask the man carefully, he found that the man had already put away the stall at some point, put it in a box, and left with the box on his back.

Looking at his back, Li Qiang once again remembered the scene more than ten years ago, when Chen Hao picked Li Qiang with a box and left Liujia Town. My heart was pinched again.

However, Li Qiang quickly came to his senses, took a few fox demons, took a step, and ran quickly in the direction he came.

Through the barrier-like clouds, we came to the small river again.

The river is still the same, black and white, trickling and unadulterated.

According to the person who set up the stall, dreams are neither yin nor yang, so silent tears should be between yin and yang. It should be this river, where black and white meet.

Li Qiang looked up, and the single-plank bridge was still there. So Li Qiang raised his legs without hesitation and stepped onto the small bridge.

Still as when you came, keep your arms balanced flat. Cautiously walked to the middle of the single-plank bridge and sat down on the log. Wrap your feet tightly and slowly lean down.

With his eyes wide open, he looked carefully down into the river.

The white side is crystal clear, and you can clearly see the stones at the bottom of the water.

But the black side is still jet black, like white paper covered with ink. Nothing can be seen.

Li Qiang hesitated, simply rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his right hand, and tentatively reached into the water along the junction of the two colors.

This river is actually not too deep, and it was originally planned that Li Qiang would touch it with his hands, and maybe he would be able to touch what Li Qiang wanted.

But what he never expected was that another skinny hand stretched out from the black water and grabbed Li Qiang's arm at once......

"The cathode market is a place where yin and yang meet, so it should be reasonable that nothing will happen.

So when Li Qiang walked onto the single-plank bridge and reached out into the river to find the tears of the dream demon, he had already made all kinds of psychological preparations.

However, when Li Qiang's arm was suddenly caught by this shriveled hand, Li Qiang was still taken aback.

subconsciously twitched Li Qiang's arm back, but found that it was to no avail.

This hand is particularly powerful, and Li Qiang's hand seems to be imprisoned by iron chains.

Several fox demons behind him were also frightened, and hurriedly rushed over to help, Li Qiang hurriedly waved his hand to them and signaled them not to come.

Li Qiang's right hand secretly felt out the short knife in his arms.

But Li Qiang didn't swing his knife to cut the shriveled hand, Li Qiang didn't know which side of the sacredness this was, not to mention that he just caught Li Qiang's hand, and didn't make any further moves, so Li Qiang didn't want to make enemies easily.

So Li Qiang was in such a stalemate, unable to go up or down.

But this is not the way to do it after all, just when Li Qiang was at a loss, there was a sound of Sississoso behind him.

Turning his head, a person came out of the mist of confusion that had come to him.

It was an elderly woman, Li Qiang's body was short, her back was rickety, and she was carrying a burden on her body, with a bucket hanging on each side.

She walked hobbling and staggering, as if she might fall at any moment.

In this way, under the gaze of those fox demons, she slowly walked onto the single-plank bridge.

In this yin and yang bazaar, there must be no mediocrity. No matter what kind of strange shape it looks like, it may be a profound obscene ghost and demon, or a sacred world.

Sure enough, as Li Qiang guessed, after the old woman walked on the single-plank bridge, her back straightened all of a sudden, and her steps were steady, she walked in front of Li Qiang, and said to Li Qiang without raising her head:

"Young man, get out of the way, Mrs. Li Qiang wants to go over......"

Of course Li Qiang wanted to give way, but how could Li Qiang be able to move in this situation? So Li Qiang looked embarrassed, and just wanted to open his mouth to explain, but the old woman slowly raised her head and looked at Li Qiang.

What kind of face is that......

The old face was covered with folds, and each fold was covered with the dust of time. The two eyes are not large, and they have sunken into their sockets.

The strangest thing was her eyes, one was jet-black and had no white eyes, and the other was white and had no black eyes.

Her hair was gray, haphazardly tied behind her head, and a few strands hung down in front, adding a bit of vicissitudes.

Her clothes were shabby, like a beggar begging along the street. She was very close to Li Qiang, and her body exuded a strong smell of sour rot.

"Old woman, this can't be moved......"

Li Qiang opened his mouth to explain.

She glanced at Li Qiang's hand and pursed her lips, with a look of disdain on her face.

"What do you have to do with him?"

She said leisurely.

"It's not Li Qiang who is holding him, it's him who is holding Li Qiang and not letting go......"

Maybe she's old, so her old eyes are dizzy, and she can't see who is holding whom.

However, as soon as Li Qiang's words came out, he immediately felt wrong. Maybe the old woman was talking to the hand in the river.

Sure enough, as soon as her words fell, the hand in the river trembled.

"Okay, okay, let him go......"

The old woman said, and put her burden on the single-plank bridge.

It was two barrels, the paint on the surface was mottled, and the two barrels were so tattered that you could tell how old they were.

Although the single-plank bridge is narrow, the two barrels are stable and unshaky when they are put up.

She opened one of the wooden barrels, and the rich smell of sour rot wafted out again, and Li Qiang looked inside, it was filled with turbid water, some dead branches and rotten leaves, and faintly the fur of dead animals.

It turned out that the smell wafted from here, and it was very disgusting.

She pulled out a scoop from behind her, scooped a scoop of dirty water into it, and sprinkled it into the river with a wave of her hand.

The river immediately boiled, as if a handful of fish food had been grabbed and sprinkled into the fish pond.

After a few seconds, it was quiet, and the hand that was originally holding Li Qiang's arm suddenly let go, and disappeared silently in the river.