Chapter 48: Ghost City

In the mortal world, it is just as Wuyue sees in the dusty realm.

Pedestrians come and go, and vendors shout loudly.

The sound of horses' hooves, accompanied by the playful smiles of young children, is a lively scene.

When Wuyue saw the food, her eyes couldn't leave: "Hey, tofu brain, there is tofu brain there." ”

As he spoke, he shook off Cang Li's hand and rushed towards a breakfast stall with his short legs.

"Master, come on, there are soup dumplings here."

After greeting Cangli, he turned to the stall owner selling breakfast again, pointed to a black tofu block and asked with a smile: "Uncle, why doesn't your stinky tofu stink?" ”

Looking at Fat Dundun, Wuyue, who looks delicate like a porcelain doll,

The stall owner smiled, took out a small piece of dipping sauce and handed it to Wu Yue, explaining, "It's the first time for the little boy to come to Qicheng, right?"

You read it wrong, it's not stinky tofu.

This is gray tofu, the most famous snack in our Qicheng, you can try it. ”

"Wow, it's delicious."

Wu Yue nodded with a smile, took a bite, and said while boasting: "Uncle, here is a plate, two bowls of tofu brain, five cages of soup dumplings, and six plates of sauce beef."

Well, you have two servings of each of the side dishes. ”

"The little boy ordered so much, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it."

The stall owner was shocked by Wuyue's words, looked at her, and reminded: "Why don't I bring you a portion of each first, and you eat it first?" ”

When the little doll sees delicious food, most of them have big eyes and small bellies.

Obviously, the stall owner has seen a lot of such a little doll, and he has his own set of ways to deal with it.

At this time, Wuyue was attributed to the ranks of little dolls with big eyes and small bellies by the stall owner.

"No, she wants as much as you want." Before Wuyue could speak, Cangli had already answered for her.

None of the adults objected, and the stall owners didn't have anything to say.

With a smile, he quickly prepared the things Wuyue wanted and sent them to the table.

"Hmm.... Three points full is just right.

Master, there are still a lot of delicious foods over there, let's go and try them. ”

Wuyue patted her little belly with satisfaction, ignored the stall owner who was stunned by the amount of food she ate, and ran towards another food stall with her short legs.

Cangli showed a faint smile, put a broken silver on the table and followed her, walking slowly.

By the time the stall owner came back to his senses, Wuyue and Cangli had already disappeared.

On the first day of his arrival in the mortal world, Wuyue... Survived.

Well, it's a good idea to bring a bunch of small things that look fun but aren't really useful.

......

When night fell, Wuyue's mood was even more excited than when she spent the whole day eating and drinking.

The ghost door opened at midnight, these are all stories that I heard or watched in my previous life.

Now, I want to experience it for myself, and there is nothing I am not excited about.

This person always has an impulse out of curiosity, and because of his impulse, he does all kinds of unbelievable things.

Because of this,

The impulse in the world is a warning from the devil.

Wuyue is curious, but she hasn't reached the level of impulsiveness.

Small expectations are indispensable.

From the slanted sunset to midnight, this is only a few hours, but it really makes Wuyue have a little feeling... Time is slow and long.

For mortals, the midyear festival is a ritual of sacrificing ancestors to the deceased, such as worshipping ancestors, releasing river lanterns, worshipping the souls of the dead, burning paper ingots, and sacrificing land.

But in Wuyue's eyes, it is really her two lives combined, for the first time in her life... Hell alive.

Well, it's hell.

It's not a mantra for encountering unsatisfactory things on weekdays, but a real life of ghosts.

Looking at the souls wandering among mortals, or expressionless, or sad, or resentful condensed on the top of their heads, with hideous expressions.

Wu Yue unconsciously stretched out her little hand and grabbed Cangli's sleeve.

Hmm~~ It's a little embarrassing.

Suddenly seeing so many 'Ah Piao' that I have never seen before, it is impossible not to be stunned.

Creepy can't be talked about,

But the tingling of the scalp is real.

Fortunately, Wu Yue's heart is firm enough, and her courage is really not small, but it has returned to normal in a moment.

She didn't admit that it was the unscrupulous master's sleeve that reassured her.

"Master, what about the ghost market?

Could it be that the ghost market is held here? ”

Seeing that the unscrupulous master took him around for a long time, and also watched the ghosts for a long time, Wu Yue had to mutter, and asked in a voice.

"Here we are."

In response to the two words, Wu Yue put a river lantern in front of his eyes, burned paper ingots, and the mortal who shouted his soul was gone.

The souls that followed their loved ones or wandered around were gone.

The scene in front of you can only be described as weird.

A gate made of a huge skull of a nether beast, and two Nether Dragons clinging to it.

At the top of the city gate... The position of the forehead of the skull of the beast, the gilded ghost text... The word "Nightmare" is particularly eye-catching.

The massive beast's mouth is the only entrance to the Nightmare Capital.

At the entrance, there is a row of half-mile long tables on the left, which is used to register pedestrians entering the city.

Cangli took Wuyue to register, received two hooded black robes, and two blue-faced and fanged masks before entering the city.

The ghost market of the nightmare capital is the only meeting place in the Six Realms where people, demons, immortals, demons, and the gods who appear by chance intersect.

Anyone who enters the ghost market, no matter what your status is in the outside world, there is only one identity here, trader.

Those who can come to the ghost market are buyers and sellers who will come to the ghost market to try their luck when there is demand.

Over here

As long as the buyer and seller can negotiate the price, anything can be traded.

This includes the soul.

There is a rumor that those who are dominated by lust will do whatever it takes to make a deal with evil spirits in order to achieve their goals.

Even if it is to sell his soul, he will not hesitate to do it.

And this rumor came from the ghost market.

Here, there is no shortage of people who sell their souls to demons.

Ghost market, there is no swaying of the light of the sun and the moon.

Here, there is only a slightly eerie cyan halo.

Red lanterns are scattered all over the streets, but wherever there are shops, there are big red lanterns hanging in front of the doors.

Except for the peculiar halo, it looks like a mortal street.

The only difference is the pedestrian coming and going.

All of them turned around in black cloaks, wearing ghost masks, and no one recognized anyone.

Even if they can be identified by their breath, they will pretend not to recognize it.

Wuyue's initial excitement calmed down.

The little hand that tugged at the sleeve of Cangli's shirt loosened unconsciously.

The ghost market also lives up to the reputation of the Six Realms Gathering.

Here, there is really nothing you can't think of, nothing you can't buy.

The small stalls are distinct, and there is absolutely nothing the same.

Wuyue came to be interested.

Walking around, Ban Xiang was attracted by a large signboard in front of a stall.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, looking at the big characters on the dragon flying and phoenix dancing on it, and he didn't know how to react for a while.