"How are we going to get to the ghost market?" On the street, Qin Song asked suspiciously. At this time, it was already about one o'clock in the morning, and there was no figure in sight on the street, only Qin Song and Meng Po were standing opposite each other under the street lamp.

"Take the bus!" Meng Po returned.

"By bus?" Qin Song was even more puzzled, he had also lived in K City for more than 20 years before his death, so he was still very clear about the bus routes, but he had never seen a bus that could lead to Ghost City.

"That's right! But it's not like a mortal bus, the car leading to the ghost city can only be seen by ghosts, and when I came to the sun, it was still a carriage to pick it up, so now it should be a bus. Meng Po explained.

"Oh, that's it!" Qin Song suddenly realized when he heard this, and immediately, they found a bus stop sign and began to wait quietly.

"Drop! Didi! After a while, a green bus drove into the station, only to see that it was already crowded with people, in Qin Song's view, there were fifty or sixty people sitting on the bus, and there were many people standing in the middle of the passage.

"It's coming!" Just when Qin Song was still wondering why there were so many people at night, Meng Po tugged on his arm, and then walked towards the bus.

"Is that it?"

"That's right! Don't you see that there are ghosts sitting on it? With that, Meng Po pulled him into the car.

"Good guys!" As soon as he entered the door, Qin Song saw clearly that it was really a car of ghosts.

Some were covered in blood, some were missing arms and legs, and some were constantly bubbling out of the water. "Are these ghosts going to the ghost market?" Qin Song asked.

"Yes! Sit down, Lord-sama, it's a few stops away! The driver smiled and closed the door, then slowly started the car.

"Excuse me, let me go!"

"Hey! Don't squeeze it! ”

......

Qin Song took Meng Po and kept squeezing into the middle of the car, and finally managed to gain an inch of foothold in this crowded place.

"Are there so many ghosts in this car every day?" Qin Song asked.

"That's right! Now you know how popular the ghost market is, some of these ghosts go to the ghost market to sell things, and some of them buy merit. Meng Po said.

"Merit can still be bought?"

"Of course, the things in the ghost market are the only ones you can't think of without them and dare not sell them, but most of them are not good sources, so don't ask the origin of the things in the ghost market. And it's true or false, it's all up to your own eyesight, and you can't go your own way after the transaction, these are the rules of the ghost market. Taking advantage of this skill, Meng Po began to tell Qin Song about some rules for buying things in the ghost market.

Qin Song listened to Meng Po popularize some taboos in the ghost market for him along the way, and after the bus stopped for a few more battles, they finally arrived at their destination - the ghost market!

As soon as the bus stopped, all of them jumped out of the bus. "I'm going, am I in such a hurry?"

"Of course!" Meng Po looked at Qin Song, who was almost squeezed over, and smiled, and then said, "The ghost market is only open for a few hours, so they are all in a hurry to buy and sell things. ”

"Okay!" Qin Song patted the soil on his body, and then came to the door of the ghost market for the first time under the leadership of Meng Po.

The location of the ghost market is next to a mass grave, and there is a stone erected at the door, on which the word "ghost market" is written, and there is a circle of light blue lights around the stone, which looks like a ghost fire flickering from a distance.

At this time, the ghost market was already crowded, but the strange thing was that there was no sound coming out of it, and those who set up stalls only laid a cloth in front of them, and then took a horse and sat there with their eyes closed, only when someone came to see something opened their eyes and said a word, and the people who bought basically did not speak, and directly put their hands into the seller's cuffs after reading it.

"What are they doing here?" Qin Song asked, pointing to those who had put their hands in their sleeves.

"They are talking about the price, and the people in the ghost market rarely speak, because if there are familiar people who can recognize them by sound, they all talk about the price by touching their fingers." Meng Po explained.

"Touching your fingers?" Qin Song immediately felt very curious when he heard this. This is completely different from the ghost market he imagined, in his imagination, the ghost market should be the same as the market in the sun, with the sound of selling and bargaining, but now it seems that not only is there no such thing, but it is also quiet and terrible.

"Alright, let's go!" With that, Meng Po took Qin Song and began to wander around the ghost market.

As soon as he entered the ghost market, Qin Song knew what Meng Po meant when she said that there was nothing they didn't dare to sell. Antique calligraphy and paintings, compass charms, and ghost-catching weapons are not to mention, and even merits and longevity abound.

"How can they sell this Yangshou!" Qin Song asked in surprise.

"What's this? For money, they can even sell their own children! Meng Po sneered.

"Kid!" Qin Song was really shocked at this time. Can poverty really lead to the point of selling children? Suddenly, Qin Song felt that he was very happy in his life, at least he could eat instant noodles, at least he was not sold by his parents.

"That's it! Don't sigh, hurry up and find out what works for you! Meng Po said.

Immediately, Qin Song began to look for it in this ghost market, he didn't care much about Yang Shou and merit, he was now looking for the red dust. Because he suddenly thought that even merit and longevity can be sold, so is there red dust and also selling?

But after he looked around, he was disappointed, there was no red dust sold here.

Meng Po seemed to see his thoughts, and then said: "You don't have to think about looking for red dust, no one sells this thing, because red dust is connected to memory, only I can have a way to separate, and I helped get the plug-in made for the little skeleton at the beginning." ”

"Okay..."After listening to Meng Po's explanation, Qin Song was a little disappointed. He still wanted to buy enough red dust gas, but now it seems impossible.

"That's it! Don't think about good things, come and read the book I picked for you first! Meng Po greeted Qin Song in front of a stall.

When Qin Song heard this, he walked over, only to see that the shopkeeper had covered his face with gauze, and the ground was full of books bound in thread.

"Selling books?" Qin Song looked at Meng Po suspiciously.

"That's right, you're new to these goblins, so you'll have to buy a few books to familiarize yourself with them, at least you won't be blinded when you encounter them later." Meng Po shook the "Ghost Encyclopedia" in her hand and said.

"Okay, listen to you!" Qin Song nodded, anyway, he didn't know much about these things now, and since Meng Po had already planned everything for him, he didn't bother to think about it.

Afterwards, Meng Po selected a few more introductions to ghosts and Taoist priests for him and left the stall.

"Meng Po, I don't object to you choosing "Ghost Daquan", why do you still want to buy this "Maoshan Taoism"?" Qin Song looked at the yellowed book in his hand and was a little puzzled.

"You know what? In fact, whether it is the yang world or the underworld, the spells are mostly the same, so if you practice the Dao arts, it is equivalent to the spells of the underworld, and you are a ghost, so unlike those powerful ghosts, there are restrictions on items, so I will help you choose the Dao technique. ”

"Then I'm a ghost or a Taoist priest now?"

"What do you care? You've missed the training of the ghosts of the underworld, and you're not happy to find a Taoist technique to make up for it now? Meng Po was a little angry when she heard this.

"Willingly!" Qin Song saw that Meng Po was impatient, and hurriedly said. Black cats and white cats, if they catch mice, they are good cats, this is what Qin Song thinks now. What's wrong with Taoism, just catch ghosts.

"Alright, it's almost dawn, we need to hurry up and buy some weapons!" Meng Po looked at the sky and said.

"Okay!" Qin Song didn't talk nonsense, and hurriedly followed Meng Po's footsteps and began to wander around in front of the weapon stall.