Psyllium had been asleep for I don't know how long, and when he opened his eyes again, it was no longer a hospital ward. I was in a business car, and someone put on a tax officer's uniform. The little Taoist priest touched his jacket pocket in a daze, and found a work certificate of the tax bureau at that time.

There was only one person in the car, and it was pitch black outside the window, I don't know what time it was, and I didn't know what time it was? Looking at the dark sky outside, it is speculated that it is three o'clock in the morning...... The Taoist priest couldn't figure out how he got to the car. His last memory was in the hospital, as if he had been cheated by Sun Desheng, and then a white-haired man named Lao Yang appeared. His memories were gone here......

At this time, a bright light finally appeared outside the business vehicle. Through the car window, I saw several people pushing small carts and starting to set up stalls on both sides of the street to sell goods. There were more and more of these stalls, at first there were only four or five, and it didn't take long for them to become a dozen, dozens, and finally hundreds of small stalls were set up on both sides of the street.

There is an oil lamp in front of each stall, and unless someone sees it with their own eyes, it's hard to believe that there is such a dense concentration of oil lamps in this era when electrification has become widespread. It's not just the oil lamps that set up the stalls, but the people who come to buy things also have an oil lamp in their hands.

In addition to the hundreds of oil lamps, these stalls have a common feature: no one speaks loudly. If someone finds what they need here, the buyers and sellers will get together and start haggling with the voices they can just hear. It's a little scary to be quiet in such a big market......

These stalls sell a wide variety of goods, including old furniture, old appliances and old clothes. There are also toys for children to play with, pots and pans, kitchen knives, cutlery and the like used at home, and even some people set up stalls to sell food. There was a small stall selling wontons next to the commercial car, and the aroma of wontons wafted over. So that I don't know how long I haven't eaten psyllium, suddenly hungry.

Psyllium couldn't care about whether he had money or not, so he directly pulled the car door and jumped in. I found a long stool in front of the stall and sat down, and then said to the wonton stall owner: "Let's have a bowl of wontons first, is there any baked cake?" Fritters are OK too...... There are only pot helmets, okay, two pot helmets. Two more tea eggs...... Pickles? Yes, and sauced beef, ...... Find something that you can eat right away, and have a ...... first."

The wonton stall owner was a hunchback, and when he heard the psyllium voice getting louder and louder, he hurriedly put his finger to his lips and made a silent gesture, and then leaned into the little Taoist's ear and whispered, "Shhh..... Little brother, you're a foreigner, right? The rule of our Jiuhe morning market is that you can't speak loudly before dawn...... I've heard it all, you sit down first...... A bowl of large wontons with vegetables and meat, two pot helmets and tea eggs. Another plate of beef and pickles with sauce....."

The boss's hands and feet were also quick, and in less than ten minutes, he had already placed the wontons and other food in front of the psyllium. Looking at the little Taoist priest who was gobbling up, the owner of the wonton stall fried another egg for psyllium. Then he said: "Little brother, eat slowly, I have this wonton." Not enough, I'll give you another ......."

With two pot helmets, eggs, beef, and psyllium, I drank a bowl of wontons. The hunger in my heart was suppressed, but I was not full yet, and then I asked for another bowl of wontons. At this time, he found that he still had a wallet on his body, and when he opened it, he saw that there were more than 300 yuan in it, so he was relieved that he would not eat the overlord meal.

While the second bowl of wontons was not yet cooked, Psyllium began to ask the wonton stall owner what place this was: "Boss, where is this black light?" Listening to your accent, you're not from Yanjing, right? ”

"Little brother, are you kidding? People are all in our Jiuhe, I don't know what kind of place this is? In Jiuhe, of course, they are Jiuhe people. The boss lowered his voice and said, but seeing that the young man in front of him didn't seem to be joking, he continued to whisper: "You drank a big bar last night? Drink yourself to pieces...... This is the morning market in Jiuhe City, brother, are you here to collect taxes? We paid the poll tax when we paid the seating fee. ”

Jiuhe - Morning Market...... Psyllium remembered that in the ward, what the man named Lao Yang said to Sun Desheng seemed to mention Jiuhe Ghost City. Although I couldn't move at the time, I listened to it really, and not only could I hear it wrong.

At this time, the second bowl of wontons was already cooked, and psyllium took the bowl from the boss. After a polite word, he said again: "Boss, have you heard of Jiuhe Ghost City?" Where is the ghost market? ”

"Ghost market? Isn't this a ghost market? The wonton stall owner wiped his hands, and then continued: "Our rule here is that the morning market will be paid at two or three o'clock in the morning, and the stall will be closed at twelve o'clock at noon. In addition, there must be an oil lamp in front of each stall, and you can't speak loudly, and you can be startled if you don't know how to pass by. Outsiders don't understand our rules, so they call our morning market a ghost market. The morning market and the ghost market are all one place. ”

As he spoke, the boss pointed to both ends of the street and continued to whisper, "Do you see that?" But this street is a morning market, and it looks like it's selling rags, and there are really good things in it. The year before last, someone received a jar of serious imitation blue and white porcelain. Don't look like it's imitation, it's worth more than 10,000 ....."

At this time, the second bowl of wontons of psyllium was already in the stomach. After eating, my body also relaxed. After giving the money for the meal, he was ready to return to the business car, waiting to see who had come all the way to get him from Yanjing to Jiuhe. When he turned around and was about to get into the car, he found that the van had disappeared. After drinking two bowls of wontons, the car has already driven away?

After watching the psyllium spin around in place a few times, the wonton stall owner would be mistaken and said, "Did you forget to bring an oil lamp?" Don't worry, there are people like you every day, and we will prepare a few more lamps for our stalls. Take it and give it back to me when you're done. As he spoke, the boss took out an oil lamp full of grease and gave it to psyllium.

In this way, the dazed psyllium held an oil lamp and walked aimlessly through the streets. He wasn't interested in what was sold inside, he just wanted to uncover a question, who got him here.

After walking through a dozen stalls, Psyllium came to a used book stall. It's not that he has Yaxing to collect old books, but he is bored to wander around, and he sees a few villain books in the stall, ready to flip through them to kill time.

Maybe he saw the psyllium and didn't buy it, so the stall owner came over and said a little unceremoniously in the ear of the little Taoist: "Look at it twice, do you want to buy it?" Don't buy another one to shop. The man's voice

Hearing the words of the owner of the used bookstall, Psyllium's brows suddenly furrowed. This feeling is too familiar, I used to go out to do business with Lao Deng'er, and that's how those 'great immortals' talked.

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At that moment, the oil lamp held up by the psyllium saw the face of a man in his forties through this faint light. When the two looked at each other, the used book stall owner suddenly shuddered. He didn't want to stand up, and turned around and ran behind him, opening his mouth to let out a sharp cry as he ran.

The ghost market, which was originally silent, suddenly sounded this shout, and some of the surrounding stall owners couldn't care about doing business anymore, and they all looked up here. After seeing the appearance of the psyllium, several stalls also ran backwards together.

At this time, on the top floor of a tall building in the distance, Sun Desheng stood next to a high-powered infrared telescope, and said to the people around him with a smile: "Have you seen it clearly?" How many people? ”

The person who was monitoring the morning market with a telescope replied without raising his head: "Five people, our people have been pressed up, but Sun Ju, does this work?" ”

"Of course it doesn't work, remember, buddy, I'll retire, I'll be called the Great Sage in the future, let's talk about buddy." Sun Desheng smiled, and then continued: "I'm called a grass startler, and the person who sells the treasure is in a hurry to get rid of it, so he doesn't dare to move now, right?" I'm waiting for my ...... buddy."