Drunken dreams and death are a kind of wine, a special kind of wine, and those who drink this wine can forget all their troubles for a while. This is a kind of wine that can really make people drunk, no matter how many heavens you are, as long as you drink this kind of wine, you will get drunk.

It is rumored that this wine is infused with opium poppy, and it is also said that this wine is a poison that pierces the intestines.

In any case, this kind of wine is strictly forbidden to be sold in the market, which is the will of the emperor Lao Tzu, and it is strictly controlled.

It's hard to drink this kind of wine, but it's hard to help but think about it, there are not many things in this world that can get her to be rare.

You can't buy drunk dreams in the market, but there is a place where you can buy it.

This place is called the Ghost Market, and as the name suggests, it is a bazaar where ghosts and spirits gather.

It is naturally a metaphor, but it actually refers to those who are involved in the underworld, such as thieves, robbers, lewd thieves, liars, killers, fugitives, and so on.

Hua Xiangrong is not a gangster, and she is not a ghost, but she wants to get drunk and dream of death, so she can only deign to go to the ghost market. What the imperial court does not allow to sell, there is everything there.

Ghost markets are hard to find, hard to find, and don't have a fixed location. Ghost markets are held irregularly in uncertain locations, and the duration is also very short, often only half an hour, and then disbanded after half an hour, leaving some footprints on the ground at most. Every time before the ghost market is held, someone releases news on the underworld, and word of mouth spreads in the ghostly spirit.

Those who don't want to participate in the ghost market will never know where the ghost market is, and those who want to participate in the ghost market can always find out the location of the ghost market through various channels.

This is the ghost market, the haunting ghost market.

Tonight is the day of the Ghost Market. The meeting was held on a street in the town of Ayaluo, Nam Gan Province. The silk here is famous. It is not far from the world-famous Sword Forge Villa.

The time of holding is sub-time. At that time, people slept most soundly and deeply, which was just right for the activities of the ghosts.

Hua Xiangrong hurried early in the morning, and came to the agreed street at the right time, and the street was quiet at this time, and there was not even a ghost.

As long as the ghost market hasn't been held, there will be nothing on the streets.

Hua Xiangrong had to find a good place to wait for the ghost market to be held, so she looked around and chose a small building on the side of the street. You can look down from a high point of view, or you can look far away from the railing, which is really a good place to watch the night view. The small building was far away from her, but she jumped up in one step and landed firmly on the edge of the window. As soon as she reached out, she used internal force to shake open the window bolt inside, and opened the window to enter.

The room was a bedroom, and someone was sleeping soundly on the bed, judging by the outline of the quilt, it should be a man, and a wealthy merchant.

Hua Xiangrong didn't want to wake up the owner of the house. She didn't want the owner of the house to disturb her. She walked over to the bed and lifted the covers. Find the man's acupoint and click hard. The man slept more soundly, and he won't wake up tomorrow when he is exposed to the sun.

The moon outside the window was very beautiful, Hua Xiangrong moved a chair and sat by the window, and took out a pot of fine wine from the house and poured it for herself.

People often use the moon to describe beautiful women, but in fact, no matter how beautiful people are, they can't compare to the moon.

At least the beauty of the moon is eternal and does not fade with the passage of time.

The wine in the rich merchants is very delicious, far better than being drunk and dreaming of death, but you will not get drunk when you drink this kind of wine. What is the use of drinking alcohol that does not get drunk?

Hua Xiangrong only took a few sips, then pointed the flask out the window, poured it all out, and then let go, letting the flask fall to the ground below, shattering into many, many pieces. The sound of cracking alarmed the dogs in the town, and many of them jolted for a while.

After a long wait, it was finally time to substandardize.

The night has become darker, and even insomniacs have fallen asleep.

The people who started the ghost market were very punctual, and a few people appeared on the east side of the street, and a few people appeared on the west side of the street. On the back of a man carried twenty-five tables, stacked on top of each other, higher than the building. A man carried sixty-seven chairs on his back, stacked so high that it seemed that he could catch the moon in the sky by stepping on it. Some people are holding large flags embroidered with the word "ghost market", some are carrying huge cloth bags, some are carrying heavy wooden boxes, some are holding a dozen small lanterns, in short, everyone has something in their hands.

The men walked to the middle of the street and put down what they were holding.

The bearer inserted a flag made of bamboo poles into the brick floor, and it was just three feet deep at once, as if the ground was not bricks and stones, but tofu.

The person holding the lantern hangs the lanterns one by one to illuminate the ghost market.

The person carrying the table shrugged his back, and all the tables on his back fell on the street, placed at a certain distance, not only neatly arranged, but also silent when the table legs landed.

The person carrying the chair also threw the chair over, and the chair also fell steadily, not losing to the person who set the table at all.

Boxes, bags, and other things were put on the table, and some stalls were set up, making the streets suddenly colorful.

Just by drinking saliva, the ghost market has already been formed.

There are all kinds of things sold in the ghost market, there are weapons, hidden weapons, news, contraband, and even big living people. The living are beautiful women, sleeping beauties, who are placed sideways on the table, waiting to be carried away by the high-bidding guests.

The street, which had been quiet just a moment ago, has become bustling with activity.

Hua Xiangrong jumped down from the window and landed at the west entrance of the ghost market. In the rest of the street, there were also people one after another, some people jumped over the wall, some people came directly from the street entrance, these people without exception, all of them were people who visited the ghost market.

Nearby vendors began to shout, selling their wares to passing customers.

The noise alarmed the residents on both sides, and some opened their windows to look in, but they couldn't believe what was in front of them, thinking that they were still dreaming. These people couldn't figure out why a lively night market suddenly popped up on the street, and they couldn't find a better explanation than a dream.

There are also timid people who think that those people on the street are really ghosts, so they are so frightened that they hurriedly close the windows and hide in the warm bed.

No matter what you think, no one dares to go out of the house and participate in the ghost market.

Hua Xiangrong doesn't like ghost markets, and thinks it's a dirty place. She only came here to buy a drunken dream of death. Her goal is clear. So go fast. And he didn't pay attention to the vendors who shouted loudly. She walked straight to a stall that specialized in selling wine, where there were several jars of wine of all sizes with various labels on them. Among them, there is a jar of wine, with the words drunkenness, life, dreams and death pasted on it.

"How much?" Hua Xiangrong pressed her hand on the small dark brown wine jar.

The wine seller was an old man with a dog skin plaster on his face, with a thunderous mouth, his mouth was full of yellow teeth, and two were missing, which really made people dare not compliment. He first glanced at him, and then replied, "Drunk and dreaming of death." 10,000 taels of silver for a jar. ”

"I bought it." Hua Xiangrong was very simple, paid, took the wine and turned around and left. She took two steps, opened the seal, and took a big sip. She was in a hurry, and she really needed to forget some of her worries. But when the wine went down, she frowned, not happy at all.

Hua Xiangrong turned around and walked back, opened his mouth, and spat out the face of the vendor the wine he had just drunk. Said lightly: "This wine is fake, bring me the real thing." ”

The vendor was angry. Anyone else would be angry, but he didn't do it rashly, even though the vendors around him were his friends. He suppressed his anger and asked with a smile, "How do you know that the wine is fake?" ”

"I've drunk more than a dozen jars of this kind of wine, and you can't hide it from me."

"There are many kinds of drunken dreams and deaths, one of the ones you drank before, and the one I sold you is another."

"There are many ways to die, do you want to try one for yourself?"

"Who is Your Excellency, and your tone is so loud, don't you take those of us who deal with ghosts in your eyes?" The vendor pursed his lips, rolled his strange eyes, and looked at Hua Xiangrong angrily.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look."

The face of the liquor seller changed slightly, and he turned his head to look at a vendor beside him, who was well-informed and could recognize almost all the famous people in the rivers and lakes. The other party nodded, meaning that what Hua Xiangrong said was true. The liquor seller's face became worse, but the smile on his face became stronger.

"It turned out that the seniors came to the shop, disrespectful, disrespectful, you breathed the wrath of the thunder, and the villain will bring you a jar of real drunken dreams and death." The vendor reached into a large cloth bag that he was carrying crossbody, took out a small jar of unlabeled liquor, and served it with both hands.

Hua Xiangrong took the wine jar, tore open the mud, raised his nose and sniffed it, confirming that this was really a drunken dream. She took a sip and got up to leave, not bothering to pay any more attention to the vendors who tried to deceive her.

The vendor looked at Hua Xiangrong's raunchy back and wiped a cold sweat. The ghost market specializes in entertaining ghosts, and the flowers want to be mixed in it, which is simply a living Yama.

Hua Xiangrong was drunk and dreamed of death, and soon became a little drunk, and his steps staggered a little. She wanted to get out of this ghost place and find a secluded place to get drunk.

There is a notice board in front of it, and there are many portraits of people pasted on it, these are headhunting orders, and whoever kills the people on it can come and receive the reward. In addition to selling things, the ghost market also does this kind of black-hearted business.

The night breeze blows, and the heads on the bulletin board shake, and one of them catches Hua Xiangrong's gaze, because she recognizes the person in the portrait.

Hua Xiangrong put down the jar that had drunk one-fifth of the wine, took off the familiar portrait on the notice board, looked at it carefully, and looked at the name marked on the portrait.

The person depicted on the portrait is a handsome young man, with Zhao Zheng's name underneath.

Hua Xiangrong knew Zhao Zheng, knew that Zhao Zheng was the apprentice's brother-in-law, and had saved Zhao Zheng's life.

Next to the notice board stood a man in black who was as tall as a javelin, he was in charge of issuing these headhunting orders, and when Hua Xiangrong took off the portrait, he kept staring at Hua Xiangrong.

"Why would anyone want his head?" Hua Xiangrong shook his avatar and asked the man in black.

"Because he is one of the fighters in the Zichu Sword Competition, not only him, but all the fighters are on the headhunting order. These headhunting orders will not be revoked until the end of the Zichu Sword Competition. The man in black replied.

It was the first time Hua Xiangrong had heard of the first sword fight, and she was wandering around the rivers and lakes, living a confused life. She asked a lot of questions, and the man in black answered patiently. Only then did she figure out the ins and outs.

Someone wanted to kill her beloved brother, and of course she couldn't stand idly by.

"Where is Sword Forged Villa?" Hua Xiangrong asked one last question.

"Over there." The man in black pointed.

"Thank you." As soon as Hua Xiangrong's voice fell, the person had disappeared. (To be continued......)