The ghost market tonight is so deserted, there is no figure in the dark, and even the lanterns are not lit, as if it is really a ghost market.

Li Zimu got off the rope and walked out of the attic and walked on the street, looking at the attic with closed doors, but he was thinking about other questions in his heart, I don't know who the seller is this time, but he, the buyer, suddenly became a little interested, who is so bold that even the eye of heaven is willing to take it out and sell it.

Now it's midnight, there is a little snow in the sky, there is no wind, Li Zimu is walking alone on this deserted street, even if there is no light, but he can distinguish a little brow, just care about moving forward, this road is still familiar to him.

"Meow ......"

The voice of pudding sounded in his head, this guy had already been able to transmit sound internally when he gave birth to a second tail before, but he didn't usually need it, and now he suddenly screamed, that is, there was something.

There were people around, Li Zimu didn't stop at all, and walked unhurriedly towards the end of the street, there were people in these attics, and Pudding could already smell them.

Saying this, it is a deep guard, Li Zimu thought to himself, it is normal for someone to have this, but what is not normal is why they hide in the attic and don't come out, it is a bit interesting, it seems that tonight is really not peaceful. I don't know their intentions, but as long as it's not for him.

The transaction is in Fengyun Building, which was set before, and Li Zimu doesn't care, it is the residence of the ghost king, but it is also in his mind, because in addition to being the residence of his ghost king, it was also where he lived hundreds of years ago, so naturally it is too familiar to be familiar anymore.

Finally saw a little bit of light, Li Zimu looked at the brightly lit Fengyun Tower in front of him, raised his feet and walked over slowly, at least there are still people here, although these two rows of ghosts are almost as motionless as sculptures, but at least they are people, and they are not hiding.

The door was wide open, and none of the people next to him came out to stop him, so Li Zimu walked inside by himself, it was still the half-face mask that the spirit picked out for him last time, and Li Zimu also wore it to come in tonight.

"The ghost king is waiting for you to pass above" As soon as the two feet entered the threshold, a voice came from inside, Li Zimu looked in the direction from which the voice came, and a man in a loose red robe stood at the entrance of the stairs, wearing a solid mask on his face, and his voice was low.

Li Zimu didn't answer him, passed him with the pudding on his back, and walked straight up the stairs.

Judge Cui with a black face and red robe, it should be this person, Li Zimu glanced at it with his spare eyes and thought to himself, when he was in the ghost market before, he didn't have this position, I don't know when there was such a person.

The man stood motionless at the top of the stairs, with a mask on his face, and a red cloak on his head, his face could not be seen, but he could see that he was very old from the exposed hands, and he held a judge's pen the thickness of a baby's arm and three feet long.

Li Zimu is the first time to see such a large judge pen, the usual judge pen is only about 20 centimeters long, the thickness is no more than the size of a finger, as a secret weapon, how can there be such a big judge pen, and the iron rod is almost the same.

Since there are Judge Cui, there should be three more, right? After all, aren't all the four major judges in the prefecture?

There are four judges in the underworld in folklore, one is the green-robed good book reward department, which is responsible for arranging for the little ghosts who are good before they are born, and enter the six reincarnations according to the degree, or ascend to the sky to become a god, or reincarnate as a human.

The second is the purple-robed evil mirror to punish the evil division, responsible for dealing with bad ghosts, there are no good ghosts in hell, and his duty is to imprison evil ghosts, and after the expiration of the period, they will be handed over to the reincarnation hall to turn into cattle and horses.

The third is the Yellow Robe Electric Eye Investigation Division, responsible for rehabilitating the existence of Zhaoxue, after all, there is no absolute judgment on whether it is good or bad, some people kill people out of saving people, and some people actually kill people on the surface to save people, this kind of thing requires the Investigation Division to determine who is right and who is wrong one by one.

Finally, there is the red-robed and black-faced judge Cui, the head of the four judges of the prefecture, holding the book of life and death in his left hand, and the judge's pen in his right hand, rewarding good and punishing evil, managing life and death, and crowning ancient and modern powers. With just a little tick, it's only a matter of seconds before anyone deserves to die and who deserves to live.

"You're coming"

Li Zimu finished the last stone step, turned around and walked towards the corridor on the side, he was very familiar with this place, and he had been here last time, so he was naturally familiar with the road.

This time, the ghost king changed his mask with a half-face, his voice did not change, he was sitting on the table making tea, and when he saw Li Zimu coming in, he just said lightly, and did not beckon him to sit down.

"What about the seller?" Li Zimu sat directly opposite the ghost king of the Eight Immortals Table and asked, he was not interested in anything else, he just wanted to know where the eye of the sky was.

"The person hasn't arrived yet, if you're not afraid, you can drink a pot of tea and wait for him to come," the ghost king said lightly, poured the tea he had just made into the cup, and handed a cup to Li Zimu.

Li Zimu is not polite, what is he afraid of, his body is very strange, although he will be injured like ordinary people, and he will bleed if he is cut, but the rest is nothing, which is why he can find out at once when the spirit of the spirit tricks him.

I took a sip of this hairy tip, it was not poisonous, but the taste was average.

"Brother Tai is so courageous" The ghost king saw that Li Zimu drank the tea he made without the slightest hesitation, and said with a chuckle, this person is not worried about him poisoning this tea at all, and it seems that he is also a master who is dependent on and is a master of courage.

Li Zimu was not interested in talking to him, and the ghost king didn't seem to be a person who liked to chatter, so the two quieted down and just drank tea slowly.

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

Just after a pot of tea, just as Li Zimu finished drinking the last cup of tea in this teapot, a voice sounded at the door, and he turned his head to look at the door.

"I don't care, I'm afraid this brother can't wait" The Ghost King stood up with a smile and said, what he really is, because he is just a middleman in the transaction.

Li Zimu looked at the person who slowly walked towards them, different from the old man he imagined, but a little younger, looking about forty years old, but the person who practiced martial arts was a little inconsistent with his age and appearance, so the other party should be older than he seemed on the surface.

And Li Zimu's attention was not on his face, but on his clothes, the clothes were no different, and the style was not peculiar, except that there was a small sign on the chest of the solid-colored blouse, which was a sword.

There are very few sects that use swords as symbols, although most of them are swordsmen in the martial arts, but out of awe of swords, few sects use swords to make sect signs, in addition to this reason, that is, there is a super sect in this world that has used swords as a sign, and other small sects dare to use it.

"Introduction, this is the current head of the Diancang Sect, Chen Qingyun," the Ghost King introduced to Li Zimu with a smile.

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