After the archway did not go far, a wide wall appeared in front of it, and it seems that behind this wall, there is a large courtyard. In the courtyard, there is a slight light from the fire, and wisps of green smoke are still entwined next to the pillar of light.

"Master Jun, you have to cover your face." As he spoke, he took out a mask from his pocket that he only brought with him when he sang a play, and put it on his "pig face".

"Why?" Although Bai Yunlian hadn't taken off her mask all day, she couldn't help but ask.

"Grievances in the underworld, in the underworld, friendship in the yang, gathering in the yang."

With the shoehorn face, Bai Yunlian couldn't help but be curious about this ghost market.

"Master Jun, this has entered the ghost market, life and death, you can't help yourself. Be careful in all things, and don't cause friction. The shoehorn face didn't know if it was out of kindness, or if he felt that the fact that Bai Yunlian wanted to do it was too crazy, so he reminded, "Among them, there is only one person who speaks effectively, the fourth master." ”

"Got it." Bai Yunlian nodded, she wouldn't be stupid enough to grab that tube of blood here, no matter how she said it, she had to wait for the wronged boss to leave the ghost market and come to a place with fewer people, and then do it - in this way, no matter whether the thing is successful or not, it is very convenient for running away.

The two followed the flow of people, from a gate into the courtyard, it turned out, this is a park, there are a lot of vegetation, rockeries, ponds, and even a small lake, but the strange thing is that it is far from seeing the entrance of the civil air defense, selling stalls, they appeared early, behind each stall, there are two or more sellers, most of them are dark clothes, wearing masks of different colors, masks, are constantly selling their goods.

"Why. Is the amount so small? Bai Yunlian frowned after looking at the two stalls, because almost all the goods displayed on these stalls were one of each category, and it was difficult to find the same style.

The shoehorn smiled: "Master Jun, do you remember the archway just now?" ”

"The people who take the example are a little more courageous. Therefore, everyone is fine, only bring samples, real transactions, and have to follow the store order to go elsewhere. ”

Bai Yunlian's brows tightened a little: "According to this, people who are weak are not very disadvantaged?" ”

According to what the shoehorn face just said, leaving the ghost market, no one is responsible for the personal and property safety of the buyer and seller, in that way, counterfeiting and shoddy, cheating, and even open fire are very likely to happen, but in this way, it is either a "big shop" or a "big bully shop", if you want to be fair, I'm afraid, you can only achieve it when the fists of the two sides are almost the same.

"Exactly, otherwise, how can there be a saying that if you divide for a long time, you will be together, and you will be divided for a long time." "It's not because we're too weak that we need a strong body to keep it from being relatively fair," said the shoehorn face, moving the mask on his face so that it doesn't press against the swollen areas of his face. ”

Unexpectedly, this disgusting shoehorn face, on history, humanities, even has its own insights, it seems, in the future, really have to remember, not to judge people.

In front of them, there was a strange stall suddenly, the stall owner, it was two people with white masks, the stall in front of them, only a white tablecloth was spread, other than that, there was nothing else, unlike other stall owners, they neither peddled nor sold, it looked like two tourists who came to the park for a walk, tired, just sitting on the side of the road to rest.

"What is this selling?"

"Meat." The shoehorn face replied simply and directly.

"Is it different from you?" Bai Yunlian is becoming more and more interested in this place, after all, this was a year ago, but it was a scene that could only be seen in books, and now, it was shown in front of her one by one, which was extremely real.

"They're sold into slavery." It seems that this profession is also divided into high and low, and when the shoehorn face said this, his tone was very contemptuous, just like the "scholars" who regarded themselves quite highly in ancient times and looked down on the rough people in the countryside.

"Sell themselves?"

"Hmm." The shoehorn face really felt more and more that the military master in front of him had been out of touch with society for too long, and he even had to ask about this little thing, "I can't live anymore, I beg for food." Two bowls of rice a day have one more tool for hard work. ”

"Like the second son of Wang Li just now, some of the people under him are from here."

"That personal safety is really enough to hang."

"Master Jun, as long as you have enough food in your hands, you can pull a division in Jinsang. Do you believe it? As for life and death, who dares to have an opinion? ”

Bai Yunlian nodded thoughtfully, after all, when he was in the lakeside camp, the people in the camp only needed two bowls of rice a day to worship the rice priest as a "god" and obey him.

"Master Jun, these merchants are not alone." The shoehorn's face suddenly stopped, Bai Yunlian didn't brake at once, and her left arm hit it, but fortunately she reacted quickly and immediately took a step back and opened the distance. And the shoehorn face reacted a little too aggressively to Bai Yunlian, but he turned a blind eye, pursed his lips, and continued, "This mask, one color, is a gang, all belong to one 'cover', and this 'cover'' subordinates also raise these thugs. ”

"In this way, it's still a lot bigger." Bai Yunlian took a closer look, and sure enough, but in these stalls in front of them, there were three colors of masks of "blue, red, and black", and the number of people was six or seven people each.

"Yes."

At the entrance of the bomb shelter, there were two burning torches, and under the torches, stood two doormen with inferior assault rifles, both of whom wore silver cloaks and white masks, and the eyes behind the masks were as black as ink, like an X-ray machine, sweeping over the visitors.

Entering the big iron gate, it is a downward iron staircase, about four meters wide, there is an iron handrail in the middle, the stairs are divided into two parts, left and right, the bottom of the staircase, is a long corridor, the right hand side of the corridor, every certain number of steps, there is a lantern, under each lantern, there is a stall, in front of each stall, there are three layers inside, three layers outside the people around, I don't know, is there really so many sought-after goods to sell.

"Master Jun should be careful to prevent thieves, no matter stealing here, just rob hard." The shoehorn face kindly reminded. Then take a quick step and separate the crowd that occupies almost the entire aisle. Bai Yunlian looked at these people huddled together, and suddenly understood in her heart why there were a bunch of people crowded in front of each stall - most of them were ready to fish in troubled waters.

As he walked, the crowd in front of him suddenly began to stir, and then a person crashed through the crowd and flew out, yes, "flying" out, and hit his head on the concrete wall on the left side of the passage, and immediately his head cracked, but this did not seem to affect the movement of his hands - he grabbed a cake-shaped object with both hands and stuffed it into his mouth vigorously.

Behind him, a short and thin man chased after him, holding a wooden bar as thick as an arm in his right hand, a man lying on the ground, his eyes behind his mask, spewing out two fires, rushing up to be a violent beating, while beating, and repeating "Let you steal!" "Let you steal! At first, the thief was still gnawing wildly, not minding the raindrops that fell on him, but suddenly, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his head hit the ground with a "thud", and then he didn't move.

The short and thin man beat for a while before he lost his breath, took the bloody wooden stick, and went back scolding.

"That's leaving?" Bai Yunlian's current performance is full of "entering the city in the countryside".

"This is Jinsan." The pig's face behind the shoehorn face mask is probably also full of disdain, "The theft has not been discovered, no matter what, if it is discovered, how to deal with it is the business of the original owner." ”

The shoehorn face took a step closer: "If the military master has the heart, he will cut the fourth master, here, it is the military master." ”

"Hugh is nonsense." Bai Yunlian coldly pushed back.

The two continued to walk in with the flow of people, almost every time they walked, there would be a theft incident, some customers stole the shop, the guests stole the guests, most of the time, it was the thieves who beat and stole the thieves, but there were also times, it was the thieves who took the lead and beat the stolen people. But the end of this kind of thief is to be attacked by the surrounding crowd, most of them are to vent their anger in their hearts, and a few are to fish in troubled waters.

Once, Shoehorn Face and Bai Yunlian were also involved in a fight, and the two were very honored to be hand-picked as "thieves". It happened at the intersection of the first and second floors, and the thieves were a man with a hunched back next to them, but this time, the thieves were committed by a gang, and they stole a bag of salt, but they were discovered by the sharp-eyed seller, who immediately picked up the wooden strip and chased it out.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he chased away, the remaining thieves attacked in groups. The person who stayed to watch the stall, how could two fists be against six hands? Within two blows, they were beaten and vomited blood, and these strongmen were not polite, so they forcibly moved, and their actions aroused public anger and were immediately besieged. Originally, when encountering this kind of thing, whether it was the shoehorn face or Bai Yunlian, they all felt that it was better to dodge, but the position they were in was too inward, and they were impacted by the crowd, and it took a long time to take a step out.

At this time, I don't know who didn't have long eyes, but he actually stretched out his hand to Bai Yunlian, and it hit the lower body! Bai Yunlian tightened her whole body, stretched out her hand to hit, but in her ears, there was a sudden angry voice, "This is also an accomplice!" "This one is also an accomplice!"

Where can the red-eyed crowd manage so much? Immediately, several pairs of fists beckoned to Bai Yunlian, and the shoehorn face standing next to Bai Yunlian was naturally besieged because of the strange "escape" behavior. The shoehorn face is not good at physique, and coupled with his age, he didn't take two hits, and he was crumbling.

Bai Yunlian's brain turned quite fast, her right arm bent, in one fell swoop, protecting her head, her left arm bent down obliquely, protecting her abdomen, and with a kick of her feet, she flashed in front of one of the thieves, the right side of the thief, which was the stall, and he was now fighting with a person, Bai Yunlian unceremoniously pushed her palms and knocked the thief back a few steps, and then turned around, flew up with a kick, kicked the person who was entangled with the thief away, and then flashed her body and flew over from the stall.

Before the shoehorn face could react to what was going on, he felt that the clothes on his left shoulder were being torn apart, and his body naturally rushed to the left, "pop", "pop" twice, as if he had stepped on something, and then his body hit the solid wall, he opened his eyes tremblingly, but found that he had been out of the fighting circle, and the one who dragged him out of the circle was the military master.

In fact, there are not many people who get together, and the thieves account for three, so when they fight, the two sides are also evenly matched, although the shoehorn face and Bai Yunlian are slandered, but the people who pay attention to them are only the two or three who are closest to them, therefore, Bai Yunlian has the opportunity to drag the shoehorn face out, otherwise, he estimates that people will be trampled to death.

"Stop!"

"Stop!" The man in charge of maintaining order finally arrived, holding a long baton, and in three or two strokes he broke through the crowd. The only one of them who did not hold a stick looked at the situation and asked about it.

Seeing this, Shoehorn Face and Bai Yunlian also breathed a sigh of relief, and the two of them crossed the stall one after another, preparing to leave, although they were both beaten, but compared to what they were about to do, it was not important at all to clarify whether anyone remembered the "misunderstanding" or not.

But the difficulty of the world is difficult, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop.

"They're thieves too! I saw it with my own eyes! Suddenly, I don't know which loud voice shouted.