The color of the building has turned dark brown to the point of being old, and there is a damp smell everywhere. These buildings are enclosed by a high wall. Only at the entrance, there is a large open iron door.

Above the door frame, a square-shaped oil lamp hangs. Inside the oil lamp, a dim light flickered. There was a man in a cloak whose face he could not see clearly, standing under the iron gate, blocking the way.

"Stop, this is a ghost market!"

A gloomy voice, without a hint of emotion, rang out. Listening to the voice, it should be a middle-aged man.

"We're here to exchange goods and eat. ”

Zhao Hangyu replied lightly, and casually showed a high-level talisman.

The middle-aged man glanced at it and clearly felt a slight tremor all over his body. Then he pointed with his hand, and there was a wooden table not far behind him, with a lot of black cloaks on it, and some masks next to it.

"Please wear masks and cloaks consciously to avoid unnecessary trouble. ”

Such a request is actually very reasonable, because although the ghost market is managed, it is inevitable that it will be mixed. Who came here is not arrogant and has secret skills. There are even youkai in human form that are mixed in.

Of course, there are still many disciples in the magic world and sects. In order to prevent conflicts and revenge, the administrator of the ghost market prepared cloaks, masks and other items at the entrance.

After entering, everyone began to look at the surrounding environment. The streets are concrete streets, but there are many places, all of which are full of potholes.

The buildings next to the street seem to have a sense of collapse. But the strange thing is that every street has a street lamp. These dim lights can barely illuminate the surroundings.

It was very desolate inside, and from time to time, a gust of wind swept by.

At this time, there was a gray shadow standing under the light for some time. The dim light spilled down, and under the cloak, a pair of red eyes were revealed, staring at everyone.

However, he was not wearing a mask, but he could not see his face clearly. Except below the eyes, it was pitch black, and it was supposed to be an evil ghost.

"Need help?"

The ethereal voice came from the opposite side and sounded in Zhao Hangyu's mind.

Zhao Hangyu strode forward as if he hadn't heard it.

And his actions seemed to anger the demon. It was getting colder and colder behind him, and a terrible chill was rushing behind him.

"If you don't want to die, get away!"

Zhao Hangyu didn't look back, and with a clip of the fingers of his right hand, he showed a vermilion "ghost slaying talisman".

Seeing the ghost slaying talisman, the evil ghost couldn't help but show panic, and didn't dare to continue to follow everyone. Instead, retreat to the streetlights and wait for the next wave.

You have to know why this place is called a ghost market? It is entirely because there is a ghost street that can lead directly to the underworld, so this place is full of items from the yin and yang worlds, and they can trade with each other.

After walking for a while, there were more and more people, and there were even some people who were playing around with stalls on the ground. Starting

Jin Qi began to introduce, saying that some things that are difficult to get rid of are often sold in the ghost market. But here, it's just some gadgets, and it's not worth a lot of money. And most of the fakes are fakes, and the really valuable things are in the shops next to them.

Looking in the direction of his finger, some shops, many people in cloaks, walked in and out, and it seemed that business was very good. In some shops, the business is very average.

There are also shops with closed doors. However, in front of the door, there were a few people standing there, waiting for the door to open.

"How do you know so much, or do you come often?"

Wang Zihua tilted his head and looked at Jin Qi, he didn't expect that this product would have so many secrets.

Jin Qi was uncomfortable by him, and pouted: "What's wrong with coming here often? It doesn't hinder you from anything, don't you look at me like this?" Put away your disgusting expression. ”

Since the shop was not open, everyone decided to take advantage of the early hours to go around the neighborhood. After crossing the antique street, turn left and you will find the legendary ghost street.

Standing at the entrance, the surroundings were cold, and an inexplicable chill eroded their hearts. This street is the same as the antique street, but it is very different.

That is, above the street, about two meters high, hung densely packed with white paper lanterns.

This paper lantern is not the kind of red lantern that you usually see. Rather, it is slightly oval in shape, woven from bamboo silk and pasted with white rice paper.

On the white lantern, the word "Dien" is written in black. At this end of the entrance, there are quite a few, folded diamond-shaped strips of paper hanging down, like a door curtain.

On top of these slips of paper are some silver-white bells. As soon as the wind blew slightly, there was a faint sound of bells.

"Squeaky .................."

The sound of a wooden wheel rolling on the ground suddenly rang out. From the end, there is a wooden cart. Slowly in the fog, driving coming, the movement is very slow. Update the fastest mobile phone: ://

The cart was pushed by a thin old man with a slumped back. Because of the fog, he couldn't see his true face clearly, and after every few steps of the wooden cart, he rested for a while.

At this time, more dark shadows came out of the back. These black shadows, they couldn't see their true faces, but they never stepped out, this curtain made of white paper.

took a closer look, and almost didn't startle Lin Zixi.

Next to the cart was an old man, dressed in black, much like a piece of paper. There is no texture of clothes, but on the front of his clothes, there is a word for longevity.

This old man's body is very thin, especially his head is very small. The hair is gray, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken.

The chin is very pointed, and it looks like a monkey with a sharp beak. He stood there motionless, very eerie, and the cart next to him was covered with a thick white cloth.

"Who's that old man?"

Lin Zixi asked in a low voice, as if she was afraid that she would be heard by the other party.

Unexpectedly, this old boy's ears are also extremely pointed. I only heard him buzz and said: "I am the god Shou Gong of the Yin of the Difu, if you want to exchange it for Shou Ointment, you have to see if there are good goods in your hands." ”

After that, as soon as he lifted the white cloth, the whole air was filled with an attractive aroma. This is the smell of a beautiful life, which makes some wandering ghosts and ghosts around can't help but be attracted to it.

"Go away!"

Shou Gong scolded coldly, and these wandering ghosts retreated one after another.

I saw that the wooden cart was full of snow-white longevity cream. These shou paste are one and a half fingers wide and the middle finger is long, like rice cakes. But on it, there is a bright red mark, and the word Shou is clearly written in the circle.

Shou paste, as the name suggests, is a kind of underworld dim sum that can increase the life expectancy. But unless there is a special treasure, in exchange. Otherwise, even if you have it in your hand, no matter how much dark coins you have, you won't want to buy a piece.

"This............ Is it delicious?"

Wang Zihua was interested, staring at those snow-white pastries, unable to take his eyes off them.

"It's delicious! I don't believe it, you can try it yourself. ”

Seeing Jin Qi's slightly flickering expression, Wang Zihua couldn't help but hesitate. But curiosity, after all, overcame reason, so he took out two spirit runes and handed them to Shou Gong.

Shou Gong took it and was taken aback at first. Then he took out a yellow paper bag, wrapped a piece of steaming longevity cream, and handed it to Wang Zihua with a smile.

"I'll do it, okay! You're really good! I actually used the talisman I made to exchange it for food. ”

Zhao Hangyu crossed his waist with his left hand, and pointed at each other with his right hand, constantly pointing. Wuzi was a little unbelievable, but he didn't expect these two goods to really be made.

"Virtue, you give it to me, it's mine. It's a big deal, you can make a few more, anyway, it's not the slightest bit difficult for you. ”

Wang Zihua said as he held the longevity paste to his mouth, and bit it when he opened his mouth, and he was tragic. Unexpectedly, the food that smelled fragrant and smelled tasted like chewing wax, which made him "baba" and vomit.

Jin Qi hugged his belly and laughed harmlessly at humans and animals.

"Your uncle! You're clearly cheating on me!"

Wang Zihua was so angry that he threw the uneaten longevity paste on the ground.

"What the hell, I lost two spirit runes at once!" (Starter, domain name (please remember _3.)

Jin Qi smiled: "I eat greedily, and I still have the face to blame me." ”

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