[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that he found the wonderful pen and the wonderful sky of the resentful bones, and infiltrated Yizhuang after reining in the resentful bones according to Mu Qingming's requirements. In the main house, Miaobi used the ink incense pen to perform a strange technique, using the resentful bones and corpses and the evil qi remaining in the house to reproduce the death of the nine resentful bones in front of them. And in the Changshengdao stronghold, Liu Yang, who still couldn't trust the Grand Judge, secretly recruited a one-eyed dragon disciple, and told the disciple that he had a secret task to do. led out Liu Yang's suspicion of a dark ghost, and installed the disciples to keep an eye on the judge. Mu Qing visited the ghost market at night, and saw the fairy girl and the ghost market owner again, and the hundred illusion map had been made. 】

The dim oil lamp flickered slightly. On the wick, which had been burned by the flames for a long time and was pitch black, with a crackling sound, a few sparks burst out of the jump, and landed on the stone case, gradually dimming and extinguishing.

The one-eyed dragon cultist who straightened up raised his head and stared at the cold eyes of Liu Yang, who was high above him, and said respectfully: "Please ask the sect master for your orders." ”。

"You are the most skilled in hiding and concealing traces among the current disciples, and I can only rest assured that you can do this task." Liu Yang, whose eyes were cold, did not decrease but increased, looked at him and lowered his voice and said, "Keep an eye on the big judge for me." I want to know his every move. I also want to know what he did when and where. ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yang picked up a wordless scroll that had already been prepared on the stone case, and threw it to the dwarf one-eyed dragon who had already shown a puzzled look on his face, and his eyes were full of suspicion, and said: "When it's too late to report, write everything down in this book first, but you have to do everything in detail." ”。

The one-eyed dragon was suspicious when he heard this, and he was stunned on the spot.

He didn't enter the Immortal Dao on the first day today, and with his qualifications, he could be regarded as the patriarch of this cult. And the status of this great judge in the sect, he knows it well. The position of the Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao has been established since the establishment of the Immortal Dao. For a long time, he has been assisting the sect leader in developing the path of immortality, and at the same time serving as the position of judging the life and death rewards and punishments of the disciples, so he is called a judge. And the believers in this position exist in the path of immortality, under the sect leader alone, and above the ten thousand disciples.

Moreover, the great judges of the past dynasties were all masters who were proficient in all kinds of evil arts of the Immortal Dao, and their prestige among the disciples was high, and they were all as high as the sect leaders, and they were worshiped and respected by the believers.

Today's Grand Judge is not only the junior brother of Liu Yang, the current leader of the Immortal Dao, but the two also have a good relationship, and most of the existing sect members know this. What's more, when Zhang Qianqian was still the sect leader, this person was already the great judge of the Immortal Dao, and his reputation was naturally not small.

And over the years, that person has worked tirelessly before and after the saddle of the Immortal Dao, and there is no merit and hard work. What's more, this high judge has always been loyal and has a high prestige in the hearts of the believers.

This dwarf is just an ordinary cultist, and he doesn't have any important position. Let him monitor the Grand Judge, even Liu Yang's order has a bit of a sinister offense. What's more, the other party didn't do anything out of place and betray the Immortal Dao, which made the dwarf who caught the scroll even more puzzled in his heart.

"Remember to keep this matter in absolute secrecy." Liu Yangcai didn't care what he was thinking, and when he continued to speak, he was already telling with a threat: "God knows you know I know!" Even if the Grand Judge finds out, you can't shake me out. ”。

As he spoke, the cold light in his eyes was even sharper and colder, and the temperature in the stone room plummeted a little at this moment, making the dwarf who was opposite his eyes tremble......

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, Mu Qingming sat on a rocking chair under the stone table under the tree in the small courtyard of the Mu family, carrying a piece of watermelon, and nibbling leisurely.

The other dragon lockers are all around the stone table, eating the cut watermelon, but there is no trace of the magic pen.

In the purple sand incense burner at the foot of Mu Qingming, the mosquito repellent grass and the dry bark of the sycamore tree are lit, the green smoke is curling with the wind, and the light fragrance is scattered with the smoke, dispersing the mosquitoes in the nearby grass, so as not to lock the dragon people from being infested by mosquitoes.

"Master, I think I need to plant a few mint and wormwood plants in this courtyard." But Ah Hong, who was sitting farther away, was still bitten by mosquitoes on his arm, so after spitting out the melon seeds and putting down the melon slices, he scratched the red envelope on his arm and complained: "There are too many mosquitoes in this courtyard." ”。

Mu Qingming didn't talk, Ah Hong is the physique of a wood ghost, and his blood is similar to tree sap. It wasn't a blood-sucking mosquito that bit him, but a mosquito that loves tree sap.

But Mu Qingming saw that Ah Hong was very uncomfortable tickling, thought about it, and said: "What you said, mint can be planted, and it can be eaten after planting." Forget about wormwood, it doesn't have much effect, you might as well buy a few camphor trees and come back, and plant one in one of the four corners. ”。

After saying that, Mu Qingming, who stood up, walked to Mo Han's side, leaned down and muttered something in her ear, only to see Mo Han bow slightly after hearing the words, and Mu Qingming straightened his waist, and his figure disappeared in front of everyone.

The next second later, Mu Qingming stood in front of the ghost market on Happy Horse Mountain with the watermelon that had not yet been eaten. As soon as the disciples guarding the ghost market saw that it was Mu Qingming, they didn't stop him, and directly let him in.

The ghost market is still like that, with fireflies dotting among the pines and lone lights flickering. The light of the stars and moon in the sky could not shine on the forest on the top of the mountain at all, and it seemed to be blocked by some invisible force above the woods. And under the wind in the forest, the ghost market is cold and overflowing. The shadows of the trees flickered under the candlelight, and it was indescribable and strange.

The reason why he came alone was because he was afraid that Kyaukyue would know about it and would follow him noisily. He had privately promised the fairy aunt that he would no longer let Jiaoyue go to Happy Horse Mountain, and if he let Jiaoyue know that he came to the ghost market, he would definitely clamoring to come over.

Mu Qingming nibbled on a watermelon and walked slowly forward in the crowd. After walking for a while, he came to the small building in the depths of the ghost market, threw the melon skin left after gnawing the melon pulp in the grass outside the door, and strode into the building.

In the dimly lit building outside, the ghost city lord who was chatting with Miaobi seemed to know that Mu Qingming was coming, and had already prepared a cup of hot tea for him.

As soon as Mu Qingming entered the door, he walked straight to the round table in the middle and sat down, and picked up the cup of hot tea.

"It's only been a month since I sent my night cry and my wonderful pen." Mu Qingming took a sip of fragrant tea, turned his head to look at the ghost market owner, and said straight to the point: "You just let the magic pen send me a message, saying that the Hundred Illusion Map is done, I'm afraid this thing is not true?" ”。

It turned out that this Mu Qingming suddenly came from Shala Lane, just because he received the idea transmission of the wonderful pen. And the wonderful pen on Happy Horse Mountain has been cooperating with the fairy girl and the disciples of the god tune in the ghost market to make the hundred illusion pictures together.

"Young Master Mu, we monks don't speak. Say January is January. The ghost city lord squinted and smiled, his face flashed with pride, and said to Mu Qingming: "What's more, our ghost market is not an ordinary generation, and there are many talents. There are seven or eight masters of the Divine Tune Gate alone. Coupled with the skill of the Wonderful Pen Brothers' depiction of gods and ghosts, this injects the spirit of a hundred ghosts into the snakeskin, and then gathers the qi to form a pattern, which is naturally much easier to make. ”。

Mu Qingming nodded, no longer suspicious, and after taking another sip of tea, he said excitedly to the ghost city lord: "Then take a look." ”。

The ghost city lord raised his hand and patted it lightly twice. When the crisp clapping sound sounded, the disciple standing in the doorway departed.

"Young Master Mu, Brother Miaobi has been living with me recently, chatting when he has nothing to do, mentioning a thing called human soup, and asking me if anyone has ever come to the ghost market to buy children." Taking advantage of the fact that the Hundred Illusion Map had not yet been taken, the owner of the ghost city chatted with Mu Qingming: "What is this human soup, and what does it have to do with children?" ”。

The ghost market is engaged in buying and selling children, and even often sells fakes. Buyers who often come to the ghost market to buy babies are either infertile, or have given birth to a bunch of daughters who want a son. When the buyer untied the baby's diaper, he first saw a bag of feces when the smell was stinking, but he also saw clearly that the baby was a "little dick", because the crotch was stained with all the feces, the buyer could only see but not touch, pay the money to take it home and wash it to see that it was a girl, and the "little dick" was made artificially.

This kind of trick is not uncommon in ghost markets. In the ghost market on Happy Horse Mountain, there is also this kind of business.

Mu Qingming glanced at the Miao Bi on the side, and after seeing from the Miao Pen's eyes that he had not asked any clues from the ghost market, Mu Qingming turned his head back to look at the ghost city lord and asked, "Don't you know what a human soup is?" ”。

The ghost city lord shook it gently, nodded again, and said, "I haven't heard of it before, and this wonderful pen brother didn't say much, I'm really curious about what kind of evil thing this is?" ”。

"An evil thing is an evil thing, and a cruel evil thing. This is a kind of magic poison that makes nine children bleed together without stopping, and the nine children are hung upside down on the beams of the house, and the hot water fumigation and bleeding do not stop the children. Mu Qingming didn't intend to go into great detail, but simply explained: "A poisoned child will run out of blood and die." At that time, the blood will enter the water, and it will become a human soup. And we found out that someone was making human soup outside of the city, so I asked Magic Pen to keep an eye out for anyone here who has ever bought a child. ”。

"Amitabha." The ghost market lord who folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name lightly, his face was a little unbearable, he was already frightened by the method of making human soup, and then said slowly: "This child is bought and sold every day, but there is really no one who buys nine in one go. The children in the ghost market are all bought and sold in two, and they will never buy and sell so much in one go. ”。

Mu Qingming didn't say anything, but after listening to it, he secretly felt that this great monk was rigid. Can't people who make human soup buy and raise their children one by one, and wait until they have bought enough nine to make human soup?

Thinking like this, the fairy aunt took a few people from the door of the gods, looked at the hundred illusion map that was still not small, and walked in from outside the door.

"Young Master Mu, is Kyaukyun okay with you?" As soon as she entered the door, the fairy aunt couldn't wait to stand in front of Mu Qingming's body and asked urgently.

"Immortal Gu, please rest assured, Jiaoyun is very good, and we will definitely treat her well." Mu Qingming stood up and said to the fairy girl: "And give her food, drink, and clothing, and it will definitely not treat her badly, so you can put your heart in your stomach." ”。

But I still don't know why this fairy girl has to take him away? Do you want to be in the mountains from now on? The suspicion in Mu Qingming's heart rose again.

"That's good, that's good." The fairy girl nodded, and the concerned look on her face slowly receded, and she was also a lot relieved.

"Fairy Gu, if you don't worry about the matter of Jiaoyun, we'll talk about it later." At this moment, the city lord of the ghost city spoke: "Young Master Mu is here to see the Hundred Illusion Map, let him take a look at it first." ”。

What does a fantasy map look like? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.