Zhang Bozu swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, plucked up the courage to look at the black shadow and asked, "I... I want to... A secret recipe, you have... Have it? ”

"Well, yes." The black shadow nodded, pointed to an inconspicuous dark green porcelain pot on the side, and said, "That pot is suitable for you, guest." ”

Zhang Bozu looked up and saw that the porcelain pot was small and small like a flat wine jar, which was not very conspicuous among the many strange-shaped porcelain pots.

Out of nowhere, the black shadow brought out a teapot, the spout of which was still steaming, and it seemed to be full of hot tea. I saw that it poured the spout of the teapot against the dark green porcelain pot, and for a while the heat was swirling, and the boiling heat flowed into the dark green porcelain pot.

Something magical happened. I saw that the dark green porcelain pot immediately came out of the hot steam, but the hot air turned out to be the outline of an old turtle. The misty old turtle shook its head and floated in the air, as if telling a story.

"This is the Dream Turtle Pot." The black shadow put down the teapot and said to Zhang Bozu, who was already stunned, "The pot contains the strange dream of the old turtle teaching prescription, are the guests interested?" ”

Zhang Bozu's gaze was still drifting in the gradually dispersing smoke, and he felt that the old turtle's face was getting closer and closer to him, and he could even hear its vicissitudes and deep voice.

"Ahh Yes! Zhang Bozu finally reacted, and the black shadow was still waiting for his reply, and he nodded hurriedly: "What secret recipe did the old turtle teach?" ”

The black shadow chuckled lowly, and his voice sounded distant and indistinct: "Who knows... Guest," said the dark shadow, "this is known only to dreamers!" ”

Zhang Bozu pinched his chin and thought for a long time before he asked cautiously: "I bought this pot, I can dream of that old turtle, and then it will tell me the secret recipe I want?" ”

The black shadow replied: "You bought this pot, go back and fill it with sorghum wine, and drink a cup before going to bed, and you will naturally dream of the old turtle giving the prescription!" ”

"You mean a cup? How big is a cup, and is it different for each party? How do I know if it's working? Zhang Bozu threw out several questions in one breath.

"There's only one secret recipe in the Dream Turtle Pot!" The Shadow patiently explained, "But if you have a good conversation with the old turtle, it may be willing to teach you more secret recipes. ”

When Zhang Bozu heard this, he began to think to himself secretly - this deal sounds good! He's already moved.

"How do you sell it?" Zhang Bozu's face was embarrassed, "It's too expensive to afford, I don't have any money." ”

The black shadow hurriedly waved his hand: "I don't accept your coins from the world here. ”

"So, what do you charge then?" Zhang Bozu immediately showed a look of surprise and regret, and his eyes stared straight at the dark green dream turtle pot.

The black shadow stretched out a hand towards Zhang Bozu and said with a smile: "Isn't the guest Langzhong?" Then give me a vein! I'll send it to me with a dream turtle pot, how about you make a friend? ”

Zhang Bozu was immediately stunned. He didn't expect the other party to put forward such a condition, and he didn't expect it to be so easy to obtain the secret recipe he dreamed of!

It's just that he immediately made a mistake in his heart again, he will only take the pulse of the living, how to get the pulse of the mountain ghosts and monsters, if he is wrong, the loss of face is secondary, and he doesn't know what the consequences will be if he offends the stall owner.

Rao was like this, the black shadow's wrist was already there, and he was really interested in the so-called dream turtle pot, and he couldn't refuse the other party's request anymore.

Zhang Bozu carefully put his finger on the black shadow's "wrist", and when his fingertips touched the black mist-like object, he trembled obviously, but then showed a very surprised expression, because he felt like he had touched human skin, only slightly cold.

Zhang Bozu was engrossed in taking the pulse, the pulse of the black shadow was very strange, not only beating very slowly, only one or two breaths, but also floating and sinking, slippery and astringent, not at all a pulse that a living person can have.

The black shadow was very cooperative and motionless, not even saying a word, but Zhang Bozu's forehead was full of cold sweat, and he was desperately thinking about how he should explain its pulse to the black shadow next.

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from afar: "Go to the water, retreat!" ”

Immediately, the surrounding chaos was repeated, the crowd exploded, and the originally bustling and lively night market became upside down, and the hustle and bustle was everywhere. The vendors began to close their stalls, and the loitering crowds fled in all directions, and the lights and candles were extinguished one by one.

Zhang Bozu didn't know if it was his own delusion, and he even felt that everything in front of him had become blurred.

With his hands empty, Zhang Bozu turned his head to see that the black shadow stall owner had even put away the stall, and all the porcelain pots on the ground were gone.

"Grab your pot, guest, I have something to go first." The black shadow stuffed the pot into Zhang Bozu's arms, and his voice seemed a little flustered.

"What's wrong, what are you running for? Hey-" Zhang Bozu hugged the porcelain pot, and before he finished asking, the black shadow flew away with a bang!

Zhang Bozu was dazzled by the wind set off by the departure of the black shadow, and couldn't help rubbing his eye frames, and when he opened them again, he found that-

The ghost city is gone.

He wasn't standing at the edge of the pavilion at all, only a moss-covered pile of rubble around him. Behind him is a dense forest of towering trees, while a few hundred meters ahead seems to be a cliff.

Zhang Bozu had goosebumps, he wanted to wipe his sweat, but found that he was holding a porcelain pot.

"Oh my God, it's not an illusion!" Zhang Bozu couldn't help but scream, and he held the pot up to see it clearly.

This move sensed that something was wrong.

He remembered that the Dream Turtle Pot was a small dark green flat porcelain pot, and the porcelain pot in his hand was obviously very large, almost like a large wine jar, and the shape was not right, this one was round to the touch, and the bottom of the pot seemed to be very sharp.

Oh my God, the stall owner got it wrong? Zhang Bozu opened his mouth wide and didn't relax for a long time.

What kind of dream did he give me?

Just when Zhang Bozu was in a daze, a faint light lit up behind him, and the sound of grass and leaves trampling came. Zhang Bozu was so frightened that he immediately turned around and stared vigilantly in the direction of the dense forest.

The light was close, it turned out to be a purple lantern, and a tall and thin figure slowly approached Zhang Bozu.

Zhang Bozu's eyes widened as he stared at the strange purple light in front of him, so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly, why don't you come over quickly!" A gruff voice shouted impatiently.

Zhang Bozu trembled in fright, and stammered and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”

The purple lantern went out, and then there was a rustling sound, and in a moment a torch was lit. At this time, Zhang Bozu could see clearly that the torch was holding a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest.

"What a nerd!" The Taoist priest muttered and waved his hand at Zhang Bozu.