The amulet failed? My eyes widened, and my mind went blank for a moment. The strange man on the other side reached out and grabbed me by the shoulder, with great force, and kept pulling me back.

I came to my senses, and suddenly pulled out the dagger and stabbed it, the sharp dagger pierced its arm, and the blood flowed out immediately, but the strange man didn't seem to feel the pain, and held my hand tightly without the slightest intention of letting go.

"Fatty, fatty, pull me up!"

I shouted loudly, but the sound was not transmitted effectively in the low cavern, and there was no response from above.

The strange man wouldn't give me any chance, and his other hand reached over and was about to grab my other shoulder, and if both shoulders were grabbed by it, it would be difficult to escape.

The situation is urgent, I am in a hurry, since it is useless to stab its arm, then I will directly aim at its head, see if it is afraid!

The dagger redirected, aimed at the strange man's head and stabbed it hard. The strange man finally knew how to dodge, his head was deflected, and the power in his hands relaxed. This is a good chance for me to escape, hurriedly shook off his hand, grabbed the fallen Daba amulet and quickly crawled out, the strange man had already reacted at this time, and roared in a low voice, crawling forward quickly, but I had retreated outside the wooden door at this time, standing on the corpse of the turtle. The strange man who rushed to the door stretched out his hand to grab me, but at this moment, I saw that when the sun fell on the strange man's hand, the white skin seemed to be burned, and the strange man who had been pierced in the arm by me before and did not feel the pain screamed at this moment, retreated to the wooden door, and lay on the ground looking at me with a pair of black eyes.

It seemed that this guy was afraid of the sun, and I leaned against the wall of the well, looking at it with the same eyes. We just looked at each other, and even though I didn't know what it came from, the evil aura and the cold hostility in those eyes made me feel uncomfortable.

After looking at each other for a few moments, it slowly retreated and disappeared into the dark cavern in the wooden door.

"The fat man pulled me up."

I shouted upward, and the fat man slowly pulled me out of the well, and I sat down next to the well, cold sweat on my forehead, and my limbs were sore, as if they were about to be broken. It felt as if I had walked in front of death.

"What's wrong?"

The fat man asked suspiciously, smoking a cigarette.

"There's a hole in the wooden door down there, and there's a monster inside. It's the last time we saw the guy in a military coat on the bus. ”

I stretched out my hand to take the cigarette from the fat man, but when I raised my hand, I realized that my whole hand was shaking and I didn't even hold the cigarette.

"What's going on? That man...... I remember, it's the guy who wears it very well! ”

I told the fat man about the cause and effect, and he looked at me with wide eyes and shouted, "Shanzi, don't tell me such a fucking important thing!" Do you treat me like an outsider? ”

"No, I just don't know how to tell you, and I don't know where this weird person came from. And why did he chase and kill me, why he lived at the bottom of the well, why he ate dead cats, I don't know anything, why do you tell me to tell you! ”

After taking two puffs of cigarettes, I calmed down a little, people really don't know what it is to be really afraid without experiencing life and death. After extinguishing the cigarette butt, I knew that I could not enter the well, and it was not too early to see that it was too early, and if the strange man crawled out of the well at night, the fat man and I would not necessarily be its opponents. After thinking about it, he said: "Let's go back first, this Xuanming Temple must have a big secret, but with our current skills, we can't make money." I asked Brother Zhuzi if he would like to come here for a run. ”

On the way back, we agreed to go to the morning market the next morning, and then went home.

I slept soundly at night, I don't know if it was because I was too nervous and scared to relax or because I was too tired, I had no dreams after the alarm clock rang at half past four in the morning.

Shanghai's morning market is not the same as Beijing's, the scale is not so large, in fact, the main reason is that Shanghai does not have the same heavy cultural atmosphere as Beijing. The fat man and I just came to see if we had the mentality of trying it out.

The two of us nibbled on the fritters early in the morning, and arrived near the City God Temple one after the other. Today's Chenghuang Temple mostly sells string crystals, the four treasures of the study, and also sells tea. However, when we were younger, there were still some strange things in the morning market. But there are rules for going in and buying things, first of all, you have to pay a few cents for the ticket, and secondly, you can't buy things on credit.

The small half of the street is full of stalls, and there are many people who come to see the morning market, but most of them are old men.

The two of us walked around, and there was nothing to look at. I met a Tibetan knife seller in the east corner, I looked at it and itched, I can't always use a fat man's dagger, but this thing is not cheap, and it belongs to the controlled knife, if the family finds out, then it will be okay? There are a few people selling cultural relics in the southwest corner, I don't know much, but the fat man still has some eyesight, and after a few glances, he whispered to me that they are all imitations.

As a result, I ended up going around in a big circle and didn't buy anything. At this time, it was already six o'clock in the morning, the sky had already brightened, the morning market was about to close, and the fat man and I were about to leave, but we didn't expect to have an unexpected harvest!

It was a small stall three feet long and wide, with a few things scattered around it, including Buddha statues and bracelets, and a few daggers that looked like they were made of bone. These are these daggers made of bones!

I've seen similar magic weapons in Lao Hei and Zhu Zi before, generally speaking, it's rare to make daggers from animal bones now, and even if there is, it's a magic weapon of some sect mages. I felt strange and pulled the fat man up.

The fat man watched while I crouched down and chatted with the stall owner.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man, about 40 years old, wearing old blue work clothes, although he looks a little down, but the overall feeling is quite energetic and clean, especially the hair, which is neatly combed.

"Hello, can you show me these beast bone daggers?"

I asked with a smile.

He nodded, and didn't say much, unlike the other stall owners who kept shouting loudly. His silence struck me as a novelty, and I picked up one of the beast bone daggers, which was not long, and the handle was made of wood with some strange patterns carved on it, like stars and dragons. The blade is made of animal bones, slightly longer than my palm, and the blade is very finely polished and looks very fast, and there are two blood grooves on the knife surface, which I have not seen on other animal bone daggers. The second is the color, the color of these beast bone daggers is yellowish, unlike the new ones, especially the one I am holding in my hand has a faint red spot on the tip of the knife, which may have been stained with blood.

At that time, I didn't know much about these things, and later I learned that there were actually animal bone daggers made from cow bones or pig bones on the market, and the seller lied that they were made of wolf bones or even the bones of earth beasts to deceive people. At that time, I was just judging by my feelings, and I felt that these beast bone daggers seemed to be genuine.

The fat man leaned up to me and gently patted me on the shoulder three times with his hand. This is a little tacit understanding, a little trick we used to play poker with.

After being slapped three times by him, I knew that he thought there was a genuine thing in it, so I was even more sure and asked, "Boss, what is this dagger made of yours?" ”

"Made of the bones of a steppenwolf."

He answered, sounding like a southerner.

"You're a southerner, how did you get the bones of the steppenwolf?"

I asked with a smile.

"You don't care about this, thirty yuan a handful, and the equivalent food stamps are fine."

As soon as he said this, the fat man and I both felt that it was expensive, ten yuan was not a small amount for it, so much money for a dagger, I felt a little lost, and we didn't know much about the market in this area at that time, so we could only measure it according to our own mental standards.

"It's a little expensive, boss."

I shook my head. But I didn't expect him to take the dagger back from my hand, and shouted with a frown: "Don't buy it if it's too expensive, find another home." ”

Although the attitude of the store department or the stall owner was not good at that time, it was the first time I had encountered someone like him. The fat man was a little unhappy at that time, and the boss looked at us again and sneered and said, "My treasure is not sold to poor ghosts, let's go, don't stand in my way." ”

"Hey!" The fat man has never been scolded for being poor since he was a child, this sentence hit his backbone, and he immediately came out with a stack of ten dollars from his pocket and shouted: "Damn, how many of you have in total, I want them all!" ”