The car stopped on the side of the road as usual, and after I got off the train to psychic, the old platform reappeared in my field of vision.

However, I didn't see Zhang Ting under the platform, so I thought about sitting on the side of the road and waiting. In the dark night, one after another old-fashioned buses drove in front of me, and I saw that the driver of the bus was always the same middle-aged uncle with a wooden face, and the passengers on the bus were changing one after another.

While I was waiting there, another young voice came from behind me.

"Dude, do you have a fire?"

When I looked back, I saw a young man in a leather jacket looking at me anxiously with a cigarette in his mouth. I have also encountered such a situation, and the anxiety in my heart when I don't consume enough nicotine can really be described as scratching my ears and cheeks.

So I quickly took out a lighter from my pocket and handed it over, and the guy came over and lit a cigarette, and said while smoking with a full face of enjoyment, "Why are you alone on the side of the road this night, taking a taxi?" ”

I waved my hand and smiled, "No, no, what about waiting for someone?" ”

The guy took out a cigarette and gave it to me as he spoke, and said with a smile, "Yes, how can there be any cars in this wilderness." ”

"Eh, what are you doing?"

The guy tightened his clothes and smiled, "There's a market here, I'll come and take a look." ”

"Bazaar? Is there a market on this big night? ”

The buddy saw that I was full of innocence, so he continued, "Yes, ghost set, some old players have no opinion, he can only set up a stall at night." ”

If you want to talk about this ghost market, I really know something, this so-called ghost market is also called a ghost market, commonly known as the "poor man's market", most of them are some pots and pans and the like.

Later, it gradually became a climate, and it became a small market for old goods. And the reason why this is called the ghost market is because this market is held at night and ends in the early hours of the morning, so everyone has such a name.

"Dude, why haven't I ever heard of a ghost market around here?"

The brother pretended to look left and right mysteriously and said, "This place has been around for some years, and most of the people who come here to hang out are insiders, and outsiders generally don't know about it. ”

I nodded slightly, and looked up at my watch, which was not yet eleven o'clock at night. I thought that Zhang Ting would not have appeared so early, so I was driven by my strong curiosity and followed that buddy to find the so-called ghost set.

But to be honest, I've only heard of ghost sets and never seen them. Follow the buddy along the road, through a forest, and finally stop in front of a small pavilion that looks extremely dilapidated.

"This is it."

"Here?"

I looked around and saw that there was nothing but a small dilapidated pavilion, which was in a dilapidated state. There are some ruins around, and I think there used to be some old buildings here.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see it."

As I spoke, the buddy suddenly grabbed my arm and walked straight into the dilapidated gazebo. When I walked into the pavilion, I felt a sudden dizziness in my head, and I felt a refreshing chill pass through me.

When I opened my eyes again, I couldn't help but gasp at what I saw. Just now, there were still some ruins, but at this time, a straight street appeared, and on both sides of this street were there many shops, and the doors of the shops were also full of large and small vendors.

There are a lot of pedestrians coming and going on the whole street, but the whole street is surprisingly quiet. I turned my head to look at the leather jacket buddy standing next to me, and he was looking at me like a monster.

"Why do I think you're weird?"

"Me?"

He nodded vigorously, he reached out and scratched his head, and then a thick smell of blood flowed down his head. And he was like a nobody, wiping the back of his hand and sucking all the blood into his mouth.

"You...... You are ......"

He turned his head at me and smiled weirdly, and said, "What's wrong?" Do you want me to take you for a spin? ”

I suddenly gasped and whispered, "What's inside...... I still have a few things...... I'll go first. ”

With that, I turned and prepared to leave. But when I turned around, I found that the dilapidated gazebo was no longer behind me, but a long, endless street. He grabbed me by the shoulder and whispered, "Now that you're here, don't think about going back......

He roared so loudly that in an instant all the people in the street focused on me.

"You...... What are you doing? ”

His face suddenly became very hideous, and his body, which had been facing away from me, suddenly turned 180 degrees. Then everyone on the street slowly poured towards me, and the scene was like the zombie Taoist of Uncle Nine.

His fingertips swelled instantly, and the slender nails pierced my shoulders. The pain swept through my body in an instant, but the desire to survive made me break free from his control in an instant.

I ran desperately towards the street behind me, and the souls of the whole street were chasing after me. I don't know how long I've been running on this straight street, or if it's endless.

But just as I was running for my life, I suddenly stretched out my white arm from the shop next to the street. This arm dragged me directly into the store the moment I ran past him, and his strength was unbelievably great.

In an instant, it was as if I had been sucked into a black hole of Noda. It was pitch black, and I knew there must be something standing behind me at this point, but I couldn't see anything right now.

I could hear the footsteps outside the door getting farther and farther away, and I was caught in front of them, but the people outside continued to chase as if they didn't see anything. As I listened to the movement outside the house, I became more and more frightened, because I didn't know what was standing next to me.

When calm returned to the streets outside, an old voice came from me.

"Do you eat the food of the underworld?"

It was very hoarse, like an old man of seventy or eighty years old. I don't know why he asked me that, but the fear in my heart at this time made me dare not talk nonsense.

"No...... I'm not...... I just broke in by accident...... I ......"