I thought there would be some code words, or secretly handed a bamboo slip or something, but I didn't expect it to be quite direct. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info black market is really well known in Qizhi.

I've already bought a lantern to carry, so I can only walk with a mask on all the time. On the way to Shilongkou, I found a lot of people traveling with me, although the number of people on the road after leaving the city was significantly reduced, but there were still people entering the city.

A group of threes and twos, talking and laughing, passed by me, and it should be the people who live around.

But they didn't seem to pay attention to me wearing a mask and carrying a miserable white lantern, which gave me a lot of opportunities to ask Shilongkou how to go. After about a stick of incense, I walked along the seaside stone road to Shilongkou.

Standing on the reef, I saw many white lanterns shaking from a distance.

I doubled to see if my mask was properly on, pinned the dagger to my waist, which I could pull out at any moment, and then walked down the reef with the lantern. The sea breeze is gusting, the waves are surging, and with the green clothes, white lanterns, and masks along the way, it really looks like a ghost market.

Tonight's black market is in the midst of a patchwork of reefs, and although it is wild, it is not easy to escape.

The surrounding reef is one and a half feet high, twisting and turning, and there is a sand channel about six feet in the middle. Although the reefs on both sides of the sand road are of different heights and scattered, they are all meandering together, and people can't get out at all.

The entrances and exits are guarded by people wearing green clothes and ghosts with "black faces, red eyes, and horns", needless to say, they must all be masters.

I walked in with the lantern, and the watchman just looked at me and didn't say anything. There is really everything in this ghost market, and they all use bamboo slips to clearly mark the price, and there is a piece of bamboo slips with the price written next to or on the body of each goods.

After the person took the goods and saw them, he did not negotiate the price, but directly counted the silver money and put it on the table, and then took the goods away.

Occasionally, the sound of the wind blows in, and it is blocked by the reef and turns into a "woo" sound after several turns, which matches the current atmosphere, and the people who listen to it are hairy. I gripped the bamboo pole with the lantern hanging from it and swallowed.

I wondered if the killers and swordsmen of the trade would also shout a few people to stand there, and then hang a piece of bamboo slip on them with a clear price?

But it turned out that I was crooked, and I stopped in front of a small stall with a flag in front of nearly half of the ghost market stall. On the flag, there are four large characters "swordsman, killer", all of which are written in ink mixed with gold dust, and there is a glimmer of light.

This is it.

I glanced at the stall and there was no one standing behind the stall owner waiting to "pick up" the price with the price on the price I expected. However, there are many dolls made of wood on the stalls that look like chessboards.

Judging by their appearance, there are men and women. And there are bamboo slips hanging on the body, and the price of the bamboo slips is on them, and there are two small words.

Some of the dolls have bamboo slips written "swordsman", while others say "killer". The price was much lower than I expected, and I picked up a male doll with a sword on his back, and the stall owner suddenly shook his hand.

I looked at him inexplicably, only to see him turn over the bamboo slip on a puppet on the stall.

"It turns out that there are still words on it." I whispered in my heart, turned over the bamboo slips, and brought them to the shelf I had set aside for the lantern, and looked at it closely. "The money is half price, and the other half will be paid when someone is invited. Yao Shiming. ”

The latter one should be the name, could it be that it is still the stall owner's?

I picked up another one and found that the name had been changed to Cui Hao. It seems that this is the name of the killer and the swordsman. I put the doll back and stopped talking, and no one seemed to discuss the price or the product in order to keep their identities secret.

But the stall owner saw what I meant, and he took out a small table from the stall.

On the table were neatly placed a polished white stone, two pens full of ink, and a small dish of polished ink.

I willingly picked up a pen and wrote on one of the stones: If you want to catch the beast, are these people all masters?

The stall owner with drummed eyes, a wide forehead, a big nose, fangs, and a curled beard tilted his head to read my handwriting, and then took out a cloth towel soaked in water to wipe it off. Pick up the other pen and write: What kind of beast? Do you know how many ordinary people can fight?

The cloth towel was not very wet and did not leave large water stains. The stall owner's handwriting is legible.

When I finished reading it, he saw me move the pen in my hand and immediately erased the words on it. I pursed my lips and thought about it, and the pen was: Ordinary people are not opponents out of ten, and what they want to catch is a litter, and there are dozens.

After I picked up my pen, the stall owner opposite me stared at the stone for a long time.

After a few moments, he erased what I had written: "That's not cheap, and it's a matter of death for these people to go." I have other swordsman resources, but the price is not double or double that of this one.

After writing, he bent down and took out a delicate small box with red paint on a black background from the box next to him.

I glanced at the stall owner's handwriting, and then turned my attention to the little black black he had just taken out. The stall owner opened the box to reveal a small gold and silver doll, and I secretly counted exactly five, exactly five gold, five silver.

The stall owner pushed the box in front of me, and wrote down again: I only have these ten master resources in my hands, if you can afford the price, I will leave tonight.

I took out a heavy little gold figure, and the bamboo slips on its body were replaced with jade plates. The front of the jade plaque reads ten taels of gold, and on the back it is: The money is half price, and the other half of the honorarium will be paid when someone is invited. Zhou Yan.

I glanced at the bamboo slip with Yao Shiming written on it, and the price on it was thirty taels of silver.

Sure enough, it's not a double or double gap. However, since you want to enter the fog wall to end the fish nest, you must have a master with you, and these people are the most suitable.

The golden puppet is a swordsman, and the silver puppet is a killer. I put down the puppet and grabbed the pen, and dropped on the stone: deal, I will invite ten people. But how do I get in touch with you? How can I trust you?

If it is a black market that cannot be seen, it is very likely to be eaten by black. I can't just give money.

The other party was not ambiguous, and wrote directly: Guest officer, this ghost city also has to keep its promise. If you really can't believe me, it's not too late to wait until I get someone over and pay. And, as long as the timing doesn't conflict, I can make sure things get things done. A killer is a killer who starts neatly, but a swordsman is not a swordsman on the right path, as long as he has money and heart, he can do it.

The content of this paragraph is relatively long, and the stall owner directly erased and wrote it, so that it was completed twice.

If it's not a swordsman on the right path, then it's not a swordsman like Gao Yuanli who fights for the righteous assassination. These swordsmen are estimated to use their good martial arts to make money, no wonder they are placed with killers.

That's great, thank you for your leniency. I saw him wipe the ink away, so I put pen to paper.