My father didn't say a word, but walked slowly along the way.

As we drifted farther and farther apart, I felt that the atmosphere around me was gradually becoming more and more gloomy, and the yin around me was getting heavier and heavier, and I didn't even know which way I was walking, when a mysterious white mist appeared in front of me, and when I stepped across an intersection behind the broad back, another scene suddenly appeared in front of our eyes.

It's a very lively and lonely street.

It is said to be lively because there are many people on the street, and it is said to be cold and lonely because these people do not speak.

They were all busy, some were standing, some were squatting, and there were all kinds of people on both sides of the street, and there was a small stall in front of them, and there were people in front of the stalls looking at the goods.

Each of them didn't speak, it was cold, it was quiet.

What surprised me the most was that this place was not only full of these people who didn't speak, but also a lot of ghosts!

That's right, it's ghostly energy, and I can't even tell where it came from, because it fills almost the entire space.

I saw my father slowly walk to a stall, take a casual look, and continue walking.

The people here don't talk to each other, it seems that everyone has their own purpose, even if they step on their feet, they will smile at most, and then give way to each other politely.

I followed behind my father and looked curiously at the stall next to me, and the most I saw was actually pieces of shiny ghost nails!

In an instant, I seemed to understand that this was the Yin Market!

It's a place where people and ghosts trade!

My grandfather came out a few years ago and went to this kind of place.

Although there are a lot of ghost nails here, they are also easy to sell, and many people take out some charms or magic weapons to exchange for huàn.

And the least valuable thing here seems to be money.

I saw a man take out a stack of about 10,000 yuan, point to a piece of ghost nails on a certain stall, and keep gesticulating.

But the stall owner shook his head as if he didn't see it.

In the end, the man who wanted to buy ghost nails had no choice but to leave.

It seems that money is not necessarily good here.

I followed my father from stall to stall, and at last he stopped in front of one.

There were a few gray-looking jade stones on the stall, as well as a few purple charms, and even a silver talisman!

Unfortunately, my father didn't seem interested in any of this, but instead pointed to a cage covered with a black cloth next to the stall owner, and looked at the stall owner with an inquiring look.

The stall owner was a man about thirty years old, wearing a short shirt and a melon skin hat on his head.

Looking closely, the man looked sad, and when he saw my father pointing to the cage, he was startled, then he got up from the ground, stretched out four fingers, put them up, and then pointed to a certain place in his stall.

At this time, I realized that there were four signs hanging on these stalls, and the signs were depicted with different patterns, the first was Grandpa Mao, the second was the appearance of ancient gold ingots, the third was a blank brand, and the fourth was a sword charm and other noisy things.

The owner of the melon skin hat stall was referring to the brand of the ancient gold ingot.

My father frowned slightly, a little puzzled, but he didn't say anything, gestured to the man, and led me straight back.

This time, he walked very fast, and I followed cautiously behind, for fear of losing it.

In fact, it will not be lost, because this street is straight, there are no detours, except for the stalls on both sides, you can't even see a house.

I was just thinking about not having a house when the house appeared in front of me.

A small celadon building appeared in front of me, at the end of the street, and the road ended here.

This house is not big, at a glance, it looks like an ordinary pawnshop, and there are three red lanterns hanging at the door, and there are black characters on the lanterns, and the word is to redeem huàn.

I walked in after my father, and as soon as I entered, I heard voices talking inside.

This is the first time I have heard the voice of a person since I entered this yin city, and although this voice is ugly, it seems to be so long gone.

"Distinguished guests, please go up to the second floor!"

This shout is no different from not shouting, hoarse, but enough to listen thoroughly in this small room.

Hearing this, the entire room looked up at the two of us at the door.

There seemed to be some surprise and surprise in the eyes of these people, but soon they all hid their curious eyes and continued to busy themselves.

My father just nodded slightly, turned and walked up the stairs beside him.

I followed him and carefully looked at the interior of this small building, it was indeed like a pawnshop, many people were expressionlessly lined up at the counter to take out something to exchange for something, and the person in charge of cashing huàn was also an expressionless machine holding small packages.

The fence of the counter was so dark that I couldn't even see what was inside, and I could only see the arms sticking out through the small semicircular window.

From the first floor to the second floor, there was actually someone at the door of the second floor to greet me, but the person who greeted me was not good at the first time.

How so? They're mechanical!

Yes, the word mechanical is the best word to describe them!

They were all dressed in coarse cloth robes, bowed their heads, mechanically opened the door, and then mechanically led the way in front of us, led us to a room, mechanically pushed the door open, and then mechanically waited for us to enter, and then mechanically closed the door.

There was not a word in this process, he just did these movements mechanically, as if he had practiced them countless times.

I walked into the room beside him and deliberately tilted my head to glance at his lowered head.

Nima, it's okay not to look at it, this look scared me!

The man's face was blue, and his eyes were dead, and his eyes were only fixed on the ground, and he didn't even turn at all, let alone blink.

Where is this person, this is clearly a corpse!

Thinking that there are so many corpses in this room that can serve the people, I shudder instantly.

My father grabbed me by the neck, dragged me through the door into the room, closed the door and said, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see." ”

I was about to open my mouth to defend something, but the door was pushed open again, and a thief's voice followed: "Hehe, the little gentleman is frightened, right?" ”

I followed the voice, and when I saw the speaker, the first thing that came to my mind was, where did such a big mouse grow? R1148