The master glanced at the distance again, then turned around and went back to the village.

"Old man stays!" When the merchant saw that the old man was leaving, he hurriedly stopped him. He stepped forward respectfully, bowed to the old man, and then said, "Old man, it is my nephew who is lost, and the child is not sensible, please give me some guidance on how to save him." I can't thank you enough. "Saying another one. The old man turned around: "You are serious. I wouldn't care if I could save people, it's just that this ghost market is extremely dangerous. There's nothing I can do. ”

"What then?" The guys are also in a hurry.

"Whether it is life or death, it can only depend on his creation!" The old man shook his head, didn't stop, and went back to his home.

The merchant pondered for a moment, then walked resolutely towards the marketplace on the mountainside. Two daring men followed. The merchant waved his hand: "Go back!" "Master!" The two men screamed.

The merchant didn't reply: "I brought Xiao Maozi out, and his father and mother entrusted him to me, so I have to be responsible for him!" To live is to see people, and to die is to see corpses. If it's so unclear, I'm sorry for my father. You wait for me all night, and if you don't come back tomorrow morning, you will go home with your goods. ”

Hearing my friend talk about this, I couldn't help but secretly praise "Good man!" ”。 Bai Juyi wrote in "Pipa Xing" that "businessmen value profit and ignore parting, and Fuliang buys tea in the month before last", satirizing businessmen who value profit and ignore righteousness. The author is quite unimpressed. Looking at the people of the world, who does not seek profit? To be as affectionate and dare to take responsibility as this businessman, even if he pursues profits, it is understandable.

"But, you're in charge...... It's too dangerous. A guy said.

"Don't be afraid, I've been walking the rivers and lakes for 20 years. The bandits and beasts have all been fighting, and they are afraid that they will not succeed. As he spoke, he actually pulled out a handful of boxes from his waist and shook them at the guys, "What's more, we still have qiāng." As the saying goes, 'Immortals can't hide from the smoke'! Saying that, he left without hesitation, looking at his back, several guys felt a little sad inexplicably.

There is no trace of people in the mountains where the moon and stars are scarce. By the light of the moon, the merchant strode along the mountain road. A businessman like him, who goes out all year round, will punch and kick him a few times. One is to strengthen the muscles and bones, and the other is to defend oneself against the enemy. Friends have watched the TV series "Qiao's Courtyard", which was broadcast on CCTV a few years ago. The protagonist in it, Qiao Zhiyong, is the top master of Xingyi Boxing. The wide spread of Xingyi boxing has contributed to this Mr. Qiao. Although this businessman is not a master, an ordinary strong man can't help him, let alone walk a few steps like this. Seeing that it was not early, he quickened his pace, and soon he approached the ghost market on the mountainside.

To say that he is not afraid of it is fake, this is different from the usual copycats, fighting tigers and leopards. Although those situations are dangerous, they can be faced directly, but at the moment, he is facing an unknown horror, and the feeling that he has to face an elusive "ghost" is particularly worrying. He could already see the entrance to the market. I saw a figure longing, a little bit of light flickering. The merchant had already considered all the circumstances on the way, and he was ready for everything, waiting to be questioned, intercepted, beaten and even fought and killed. He gritted his teeth, reached into his arms with one hand, grasped the handle of qiāng, and opened the safety on qiāng's body.

But he was wrong, no one here paid attention to him at all, and the people (ghosts) in the ghost city were busy with their own business. When a merchant walks into a ghost market, it is as if he has entered an ordinary bazaar, and there is not even a person (ghost) to take care of him. The merchant gradually relaxed and began to observe the ghost market.

The scale of the ghost market is not small. People come and go, buying and selling. It's similar to the market we usually visit, but there are two very strange phenomena, one is quiet, not like the market we usually go to bargaining, shouting, and crowding. Both buyers and sellers here keep their heads down, cautious, and even speak in whispers. The second is the lights, the lights here are also weird, each stall is lit with a lamp, but all the lights are blue or green. There are really a lot of things sold in the bazaar, such as antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jewelry and jade, the four treasures of the study, and rare books, which are simply all-inclusive. Both the buyers and sellers all keep their heads down and rarely take the initiative to talk to others. At this time, of course, the merchant has no intention of buying something. He was wondering how to find Xiao Maozi. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a strange thing.

☆、Chapter 16 Ghost Market (2)

Not far from him, two large water tanks came over. Yes, I wrote it right, it really came over, two half-person-high water tanks with two legs dangling and coming over. It was only when he came to him that he saw that there were not only legs, but also two tanks and hands, which were walking hand in hand past the merchant like friends. The merchant calmed himself down and continued to walk along the market where people (ghosts) came and went. How to find Xiao Maozi, in fact, he doesn't have any ideas, just take one step at a time.

The bazaar was not long, and it took the merchant less than a cup of tea to walk around, but there was no trace of Xiao Maozi at all. He began to wonder in his heart, what should I do? When he turned around, he saw a tea stall on the side of the road, and only two or three people were sitting there drinking tea. He took courage and tentatively sat down aside. Dr. Tea glanced at him, walked over slowly, and said to him in a high-pitched voice, "Guest, what tea do you drink?" "The merchant was going to order a pot of tea, but thinking about it, this is a ghost market, who knows if the tea can be drunk? Let a sleeping dog lie. The merchant smiled at Dr. Tea and said, "Brother Don't work, I'm just too tired and don't want to drink tea, so I borrow a precious place to sit for a while, I don't know if it's feasible?" Dr. Tea didn't say anything, turned and walked away. The merchant sat still for a moment, his heart gradually calming down, and he stared at the lights outside the tea stall and secretly made an idea. Where did Xiao Maozi go? In the face of this unpredictable ghost market, he has a feeling that he can't focus on it. He would rather face a vicious bandit or a bloodthirsty beast, putting life and death aside and then a heart-wrenching bloody battle, rather than wander like he is now. After resting for a while, the merchant decided to walk again. At this time, he consciously observed the people (ghosts) who came and went, and he found a phenomenon that shocked him. Just now he noticed that the people (ghosts) in the bazaar all bowed their heads, and some of them liked to wear big hats and cover their faces. To the surprise of the merchant, all of them have no jaws. It was pitch black under everyone's (ghost's) mouth. The merchant felt his heart tighten. He forced himself to compose himself and continued to weave through the flow of people.

Passing by a food stall, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. Isn't this Xiao Maozi? I saw Xiao Maozi sitting on a food stall and feasting. Seeing the juice he ate overflowing, the merchant couldn't help but feel annoyed, stepped forward and patted Xiao Maozi on the shoulder, and whispered, "Bastard boy, come with me." Xiao Maozi looked up and couldn't help but smile. With food in his mouth, he said vaguely, "Uncle, you're here too." Come and try it, these dumplings are delicious. As he spoke, he pulled the merchant's sleeve. The merchant was furious, waved his hand and slapped Xiao Maozi in the face, and then shouted angrily: "Come with me!" Saying that, regardless of 3721, he clasped Xiao Maozi's shoulder with his hand and pulled it out. The merchant has been practicing martial arts all year round, and the strength in his hands is extremely great, and this pull pulled Xiao Maozi off the stool, fell and squatted, and the dishes were also knocked over countless times. Xiao Maozi snorted and chirped and got up. The two were just about to leave, but they heard a faint voice coming: "Guest, I haven't paid yet!" The merchant was stunned, reached into his arms, and wanted to take out the money, but he touched it empty. Only then did I remember that the money was all in the room, and I was in a hurry to save people just now, but I didn't want to take the money. After all, the merchant is an old man, he hurriedly waved to the stall owner and said, "Please don't blame, you are inconvenient when you go out." Please leave your address and it will be served tomorrow. ”

"It's the rule to pay for dinner. Where else can I find guests tomorrow? I can't say anything, so I have to ask this little brother to stay, and you can take the money and come to collect it after the guest. "The merchant dared to leave the little hairy man behind. After arguing with the other party for a long time, the other party did not have the slightest intention of giving in. The merchant looked around, and at some point, a large number of people (ghosts) had gathered around. They seemed to be watching the excitement, and they all stared at the two of them coldly with their eyes.

In the middle of the argument, the merchant suddenly realized a problem, he found that there was no moon or stars here, and the sky was dark and dreary, like a black cloth. He remembered very well that it was a good weather when the moon and stars were sparse when he went up the mountain. Isn't there no light of day in the ghost market? If it comes tomorrow morning, the ghost market will definitely be closed, and if you can't leave before the rooster crows, will you be left here forever? He calmly calculated the time, it would be estimated that it was already midnight, and it was less than two hours before the rooster crowed. Look at Xiao Maozi again, sitting on the ground in a daze as if he was stupid. There was no time to dwell on here, and the merchant decided to take the plunge and break through.

He took a deep look again and said, "This kid is reckless and lacks a heart, please forgive me for not leaving him alone." I will give the money, but I must take the people. In the next farewell. As he spoke, he picked up Xiao Maozi and left. The two of them came out of the stall, but they saw hundreds of people (ghosts) gathered outside. blocked their way. When he saw them come out, instead of giving way, he squeezed into the middle again, and blocked the road even more deadly.

There was a malicious sneer behind him. The merchant was furious, pulled out the box, and opened three qiāng in the air. At that time, the qiāng branch had a strong deterrent power, and the deafening qiāng sound was shocking in the reflection of the valley. The ghosts surrounding them suddenly nested. Hearing the sound of qiāng, Xiao Maozi seemed to be awake, and the two of them took advantage of the chaos to escape from the ghost market.

It wasn't until they returned to the small mountain village that the merchant breathed a sigh of relief. But as soon as poor little Maozi sat down, he began to vomit heavily, and what he vomited was all kinds of insects and dirt. The following day, Xiao Maozi kept vomiting, had a high fever and later appeared pus and blood in the stool, and Xiao Maozi died two days later. At that time, there was no doctor, and there was no way to diagnose it, so the author guessed from the symptoms that Xiao Maozi was suffering from severe bacterial dysentery.

The old man who discouraged the merchants from going up the mountain told about the situation of the ghost market: the ghost market has the rules of the ghost market. Ghost markets are open for ghosts, and it is difficult for ordinary people to encounter ghost markets. Those who enter unintentionally will not suffer much as long as they do not break the rules. Moreover, it is said that some people specialize in going in and out of the ghost market, and can make jiāo easy with ghosts, and can buy real antiques and artifacts from the ghost market at a very low price, and then sell these things to others at a high price, and make huge profits from it. Of course, these people are not ordinary people, and they are all very proficient in the rules of the ghost market.

28. Turn around

This is another story to hear, and it is more ridiculous, and everyone is happy.

Before the liberation, there was an old alley in Zhengzhou, and the poor people lived on both sides, including small merchants and hawkers, handicraftsmen, and so on. But I don't know when this alley started to haunt me. Some people moved out because they were scared. There are fewer people living in the alley, and the atmosphere in the alley is even more yīnsen.

There is a father and son who ignored everyone's persuasion and moved into the alley because they coveted the cheap house here. And they also told others with a big grin, saying that they were not afraid of ghosts. Especially the son, patting his chest and shouting: "I'm not afraid of ghosts, how can there be ghosts?" Where are the ghosts? If I run into a ghost, I'll shoot him to death with a brick. ”

One night, when his son came back late, he hurried home, so he cautiously entered the alley and walked home, and suddenly, he saw a figure walking not far in front of him. In fact, he didn't know that it was his father who was walking in front of him. The old man went to drink in the evening, and only then came back.

The son walked with heavy footsteps, so soon the father also noticed that there was someone behind him. But it's too dark in the alley. He didn't recognize his son following him. And this father and son are the kind of people who love to brag and die to save face, don't look at the earth-shattering noise they brag in front of people, in fact, they are all pretending, and they are also afraid in their hearts. So the two of them walked a little way on guard against each other.

The son became agitated, and he quietly picked up half a brick to use as a weapon. His idea was simple. Relying on his own physical strength, if he really has to fight to the death with the "ghost" in front of him. And what about the father? I can't bear it anymore. He really wanted to turn around and see if what was following him was a ghost, but he didn't dare to look back. Because he's heard a saying. There are three fires on the top of the man's head and on his shoulders, and with these three fires, the evil spirits do not dare to come near, but if they turn around, the breath that comes out of their mouths will blow out the fire on their shoulders. So he hesitated and didn't dare to look at it.

After a few more steps, the son had already made up his mind, and he quickened his steps, and soon caught up with the father in front, and he was ready to risk his life to see what was in front of him. And the father heard the "ghost" behind him chasing faster and faster, and it seemed that he had reached behind him, he was afraid of being hurt, but he didn't dare to turn around. He was so anxious that he came up with an idea. He jumped, and then his whole body spun around in the air, turning straight and straight. Because he felt that if he didn't have to look back, he wouldn't blow out the fire on his shoulder.

The son was already behind his father at this time, just about to say hello. Suddenly, I saw the person in front of me jumping up like a convulsion, and then turned around in the air. I couldn't help but scream in fright. The heart said that how can a person turn around like this, this must be a ghost. So he didn't hesitate to split the surface is a brick. Then he threw a brick, turned around and ran.

As soon as my father landed, before he could react, his eyes were dark, and he only heard the sound of "boom", and he felt a pain in his head, and he was hit by a brick, and he sat on the ground with a painful buttocks, humming and chirping and holding his head and couldn't get up.

After a long time, the son groped his way home, and was about to tell the family about his heroic deeds of "smashing ghosts in anger", when he entered the door, his father was covering his head with a white cloth, and there was a big hole in his head.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"NND, I don't know where the bastard is, he smashed your father a brick on the road just now."

The father and son looked at each other, relatively silent.

☆, Chapter 17 The Human Body Hides Dú

29. The human body hides dú

China has always suffered greatly from dú products. According to research, since the Ming Dynasty, the Chinese began to smoke opium. By the middle of the Qing Dynasty, due to the opium dumping of the British East India Company, the trend of smoking dú became more and more widespread, and it reached its climax after the Opium War, with no less than 80 million smokers in the country. Because of the huge benefits brought by dú products, some lawbreakers have taken risks and tried all kinds of ways to sell dú.

In recent years, as the international community has intensified its crackdown on dú products, the traditional way of selling dú has become unusable. But it is "the road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high". Traffickers began to use more covert methods to hide their dú in their bodies, swallowing the packaged dú into their stomachs or putting it in their anus, and then removing it when they arrived at their destination. Some people even hid nearly a kilogram of dú in their bodies. It usually takes them 5-10 hours to swallow dú, and dú can stay in the body of the person who hides the dú for about four days, during which the person who hides the dú does not eat at all, because they are afraid that the packaging of the dú will break due to gastrointestinal peristalsis and gastric juice corrosion, so they will die at any time.

In fact, the way of hiding the human body has been around for a long time, but it was not as hidden as it is now. An old man told me a story with tears in his eyes.

The story takes place in Taiyuan. There was a young couple who had just gotten married. The man's family has a small business, and although he is not very wealthy, his life is still fine. The two newlyweds Yan'er are really like glue. One day, the two of them went out shopping together. Walked around for a while