Zhao Kun and Su Yan followed behind the two peasants, from the shadowy evening to the deep night that shrouded all directions. The road in the mountains www.biquge.info is not easy to walk, and the peasants are locals and have long been familiar with it. After suffering two trackers, he didn't dare to take out a strong flashlight to illuminate the road, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and stepped into the mud pit at the edge of the field several times.

At night, the scent of the blue flowers on the hillside suddenly becomes rich, a strange, spicy smell that seeps through the wet clothes into the mouth and nose, and still makes people dizzy.

Only then did the two understand that the psychedelic fragrance emitted by this terrible blue flower quickly decomposes in the light during the day, and at night, it is the real killer.

Finally, a glimmer of light shone through the col ahead. The pace of the two peasants also slowed down, apparently to the place, turned a corner, and disappeared behind the col.

Zhao Kun and Su Yan tiptoed over, but instead of following the peasants, they climbed up as quietly as possible along the slightly flat place of the mountain rock, and looked down from the halfway point of the mountain with the shade of the trees.

In the originally barren mountain col, with no villages and no houses, it seems that a bustling street market has appeared out of thin air - lighting and hanging lamps, flashlights and candles are intertwined, casting a dim halo on the col. The light moved slowly, and it was the footsteps of the person carrying the lantern.

In the dark and deserted valley, such a scene is like a supernatural movie. The people under the lamps were expressionless, looking through the items and talking softly in the cars or stalls on the side of the road. Countless extremely light human voices converge in the air, forming a "buzzing" sound, like the flapping of the wings of insects.

"Ghost market!" Zhao Kun said softly.

Many countries and regions in the world have this kind of shady bazaar, no trade name, no shops, only a few people spread the news. It opens late at night and disappears at dawn. Most of the "goods" at these stalls are of dubious origin, and some of them are serious violations of local or world-recognized laws.

A ghost market is actually a small black market that is substantial. Those who do not see the light do business that does not see the light. In the past, there used to be this kind of black market in the northern capital of Longguo and Xijing, half-truths and half-fakes, peddling some ancient cultural relics. Many national treasure-level cultural relics were exported from these two places at that time. Later, Longguo vigorously rectified it, and it could be regarded as containment.

This "ghost market" in a small col on the southern border of Victoria, obviously don't expect anyone to rectify it.

Zhao Kun is sure that the existence of the "ghost market" here must be related to the hundreds of acres of blue flowers outside.

Su Yan is not uninformed, he has long recognized the seriousness of the problem, and he does not dare to come out. The two men quietly walked through the woods from the mountainside and leaned closer to the foot of the mountain, trying to figure out the contents of the "ghost market" transaction.

At one of the stalls, a small glass bottle containing about two milliliters of blue liquid was carefully stored in a foam-padded box.

The liquid in this glass bottle is somewhat similar to Zhao Kun's injection in water, but the packaging is rougher, the color is not very clear and transparent, and it is slightly turbid.

They got closer, hidden in the darkness, and heard the stall owner haggling with a "mud-legged" Venante in front of them, in a low voice.

Experienced people can see at a glance that this "mud leg" is not a real peasant, although he is dressed in a peasant's shabby robe, but the edge of the cloth shoes under his feet shows a snow-white circle of socks, and at this time there are a little mud stains.

Real peasants would never do such an unaffordable thing, and the degree of agricultural mechanization in Weinan is not high, and individuals are tired from planting for a day, who still has the strength to wash socks? Most of them are barefoot in straw sandals.

The two tacitly exchanged colors and listened carefully to what they were saying. Fortunately, Zhao Kun led the members of the "Dragon Soul" team before, and participated in many anti-crime activities against the border of Longguo and Weinan, and he could understand the simple Weinan dialect.

It's a pity that there is some distance between the two of them at this time, and they can lower their voices and listen intermittently.

“…… It's old stuff. Do you still want to buy the latest model? This is not eliminated by Longguo, you still can't buy it!"

“…… ...... four or five years ago The first 'Blue Blood'...... No problem, can't find out, doctors can't find out......"

Zhao Kun lowered his voice and said to Su Yan: "This buyer looks like a Weinan soldier, and it is likely that the assassination of political enemies by the military high-ranking officials. ”

"Huh?" Su Yan was also a little anxious when he heard this: "For assassination? You also got this drug!"

"I'm fine for the time being. Zhao Kun said: "Didn't you hear, he is the first generation of medicine, it may be purified now, it can be controlled accurately, and the other party doesn't want to kill us." ”

This is, the stall owner was suddenly a little excited, and his voice raised slightly: "There is an effect, of course there is an effect! You are a person, you don't believe it! The pharmacist over there is still here today, if you don't believe it, you can ask him." As he spoke, he said to the end of the "ghost market".

His reckless voice drew unanimous glares from his accomplices. Zhao Kun looked in the direction he indicated, and at the end of the "ghost market", a small, thatched-roof house was inconspicuously hidden in the darkness.

The pharmacist over there, Zhao Kun's heart moved, could it be a native of Longguo?

Just as he was about to rub over the mountainside to take a look, suddenly a Vinant voice came from higher up the mountain, "Who! Who's there!" Before the words could be spoken, a row of bullets flew by his side, ignoring the vendors and buyers of the "ghost market".

"Run back!" Zhao Kun snorted, and Su Yan and the two cats bent down, ran and jumped, and ran back on the road they were on.

Immediately a noise outside was heard in the thatched hut, and the people inside were alarmed and opened the door.

Zhao Kun unconsciously glanced back as he was fleeing. A tall man came out of the thatched hut, his face could not be seen clearly in the night and panic, and the man hurried around the thatched hut under the guidance of others, and disappeared in a flash.

Zhao Kun felt that this figure was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

In the dark, unable to distinguish the direction, the two stumbled, and the pursuers behind them were not easy, running down the hill, running along the trail over the foot of a mountain, approaching the blue-flowered slopes.

Running makes people breathe hard. In the rich fragrance of blue flowers, Zhao Kun suddenly felt a burst of extremely tired softness, which spread directly from his chest to his limbs, and he couldn't help but stumble and fell into the shallow ditch on the side of the road.

The scent of the midnight blue flower actually triggered a poison of unknown composition in his body. The weakness that struck again instantly controlled his whole body.

"Zhao Kun, what's wrong with you, Zhao Kun!" Su Yan panicked and tried to set up Zhao Kun to escape, but Zhao Kun herself couldn't exert her strength, and she couldn't even run out of ten steps.

Behind him, the barking of dogs and the voices of people are getting closer and closer.

At this moment, from the wasteland next to him, a thin figure suddenly popped out, and he and Su Yan joined forces to put up Zhao Kun's shoulders: "Quick, follow me!" said a very unauthentic lingua franca. (To be continued.) )