Fortune telling, luck change, odd goods, feng shui, passing the yin, please gods, antiques, magic weapons, many shops have customers, walking in the alleys of the West Market, occasionally you can hear the owner and the guests bargaining.

But one thing that struck me as strange was that they didn't seem to be asking for the amount of the goods, but the time, and I heard a shopkeeper shouting in a loud voice: "One year, one year at most, no longer." ”

But his guests are still arguing: "Two years is considered short, what you want, you may not be able to get it in ten years, two years, my bottom line is two years, do you like to sell or not." ”

I asked Lu Renshuang, "What are they doing?" Didn't the goods in the store be bought with money? ”

Lu Renshuang patiently explained to me: "People who do business in the ghost market rarely ask for money directly. Most of them barter, customers buy things, not money, but reputation. It's like a shop that sells strange goods, the owner has prepared some rare things for customers to choose from, and if something is eye-catching and wants to buy it, they have to exchange it for something else. However, the shopkeeper has what the customer wants, but the customer may not have what the shopkeeper wants, so the customer can take the goods directly, but the shopkeeper will also agree with the customer on a time limit, during which the customer must find what the shopkeeper wants and give it to the shopkeeper, so that the transaction can be considered complete. ”

"What if a customer takes the owner's strange goods and doesn't keep the agreement?" I asked again.

As I spoke, several people walked past us, and I noticed that one of them was holding a small red piece of paper in his hand.

Lu Renshuang raised his chin at that person, and said to me: "Those soul tickets have the longevity pictures drawn by the ancestors of the Tunmeng lineage, everyone's longevity pictures are different, as long as they get the soul tickets, one-third of the longevity is taken away, and when they make transactions, these soul tickets are to be handed over to the store for safekeeping." When they complete the transaction, the store will return the soul ticket to them, and when the time comes, they will take the soul ticket to send the soul village, and the ancestors can return the deducted Shouyuan to them. ”

I've heard Uncle Shi mention things like soul tickets before, originally I thought it was just a special currency or an invitation or something, but I didn't expect that this small piece of red paper could actually deduct the longevity of a living person.

I used to think that the fortune telling mentioned by Tunmeng is just to show people their faces and calculate the eight characters, and it is a big deal to change the fortune of people to the top, but they can take away a person's longevity. What is Shouyuan, that is fate, they can not only change their luck, but they can also change their lives!

Thinking about this, I began to feel inferior again, when I heard Senior Brother Zhuang say, our upright line is the most important line of the Soul Village, these years, I have always thought that the inheritance of our lineage is much superior to the other two lineages, but now, I feel that the inheritance of our lineage is not as good as the inheritance of others.

Being in such an environment, and suddenly knowing these things, it's no wonder that I would drill into the horns. In fact, if I think about it carefully, I can understand that Senior Brother Zhuang is not exaggerating when he said that we are in the same vein as the whole Soul Village.

You must know that my Senior Brother Zhuang is also a leader in the Tunmeng lineage, but at the beginning, Luo Youfang just put a gossip mirror under my parents' bed, which cut off my father's fortune, and Senior Brother Zhuang was helpless about it.

Just a small gossip mirror makes the Tunmeng disciple who can even change his life stretched, this is the power of keeping the right line.

Including those formations of the Yuxian lineage, if my master really has the heart to break it, and if he thinks about it, a set of steps can be easily cracked, no matter what kind of formation it is.

It's just that my cultivation is still too shallow when I first came to the ghost market, and I am far from being able to understand the mysteries hidden in the inheritance of our lineage.

When Lu Renshuang explained the soul ticket to me, Xian'er kept chatting with Renya, and she felt that I was a little depressed in my heart, so she came over and said to me with a smile: "Oh, isn't it just a soul ticket, you look at you like that, you don't have the demeanor of Chai Ye at all." You haven't seen Chai Ye when he is powerful, as long as you see it once, you won't have such thoughts. ”

I also knew that Xian'er was comforting me, but I couldn't help but ask, "How powerful is my master?" ”

Xian'er thought about it very seriously and said: "I can't say it, it's very powerful anyway, when I fought him decades ago, the power on his body alone scared me half to death, and I just ran away at that time, and I didn't see what spell he used." Let's put it this way, you also know that the drought is dry, as soon as it appears, it will be thousands of miles away, and if it is not good, the world will be in chaos, but this kind of thing is not suppressed by Chai Ye? Okay, don't think about the mess, since you're in the ghost market, it's fun. ”

After saying that, Xian'er went to talk to Renya again, leaving me alone to stand there in a daze.

Think about it, the dartle under the Mass Grave Mountain should not have been suppressed by my master, and my master also said that he couldn't urge the Fantian seal, and he couldn't suppress the drought. But I also remember that Xian'er once said that she and my master had accidentally exchanged hands, and the reason was that my master chased the drought into her territory by mistake.

At that time, did my master find the drought, and how did he deal with it? For this, Xian'er didn't mention a word. However, after she fought with my master, the three souls and seven spirits were almost gone, and she didn't know what happened next.

When I was thinking like this, Lu Renshuang suddenly patted my arm: "Uncle Shi, this is the corpse keeper's storefront, do you want to go in?" ”

When I looked up, I saw a red lantern hanging on the door of the shop next to me, and there was just a simple word written on the lamp: corpse.

The light in the room was dim, and all we could see was an elderly man standing in the middle of the door, who was looking over us.

Standing at the door, I could feel the strong smell of corpses in the room, although the owner deliberately placed a plate of lit sandalwood outside the door, but no matter how strong the fragrance was, it could not cover the smell of corpses.

I didn't respond to Lu Renshuang, I went straight to the door, and Liang Houzai followed me closely.

As soon as I entered the room, I was stunned, and the smell was so strong that I could only pinch my nose and look into the corner of the room, where the smell of corpses emanated.

The old man lit an oil lamp and helped me illuminate a corner of the house.

By the flickering light of the fire, I could see clearly that in the northwest corner of the earthen house were three white-haired zombies, with spirit talismans on their foreheads, leaning motionless against the wall.

I had only seen it a while ago, so I was not interested, so I walked to the northeast corner of the room, and the old man was still holding the lamp for me.

In the northeast corner, there were still three evil corpses, still covered with long hair, but the hair on their bodies was a very dirty green, looking like a large patch of moss attached to their bodies.

Liang Houzai said to me next to him: "These are green hair stiffs, which are not much different from white hair stiffs, and they are also the lowest level hair stiffs, but the corpse poison on their bodies is very strong, and it is a little more troublesome to deal with." ”

After that, I went to the southwest corner of the room, where there were three black hair stiffs, Liang Houzai said, black hair stiff is the most tricky of all types of hair stiff, although they are not as thick as the armor corpse, but those black long hairs are harder and sharper than steel needles, plus the black hair stiff corpse poison is fierce, ordinary corpse chasers encounter them, it is difficult to get out of the whole body.

As I walked towards the last corner of the room, the old man with the lamp seemed to hesitate, but finally followed me, holding the oil lamp so that the scene in the southeast corner could be clearly seen before my eyes.

I saw a white thing shrunk in the corner between the two walls and the ground, that is, a piece of fatty-looking white meat, which was covered with spirit talismans for suppressing corpses, and after the piece of meat was illuminated by the firelight, it began to tremble slightly.

As it quivered, the talisman attached to it rattled, and it seemed to want to squirm out of the light. But the talismans pressed it to its place, and no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't leave that dark corner.

The old man held the lamp and took a small step towards the white meat.

The light became brighter than before, and the white flesh trembled more frequently and with greater intensity, and I saw a human face slowly emerge on his back, first a general outline, then eyes, nose, and mouth, and finally long eyelashes and ears.

It was the face of a newborn baby, and when it first appeared, it seemed to be sleeping deeply, and the room was always swirling with a very heavy wind that blew over the baby's face, blowing the eyelashes of both of his eyes and swaying with it.

After a few moments, it slowly opened its eyes, which had no pupils, just a touch of white, and at that moment, it suddenly turned to look at me.

The moment I met his eyes, I felt as if something had been stabbed in my head, first with a slight headache, and then with a buzzing in my ears.

I felt something burrowing into my body from my ear, and I couldn't tell what it was, but there was a rush of air into my ear canal that was pounding my eardrums.

Soon, the familiar cold smell appeared in my back again, and it ran down my back up my neck and into my ears, and the contents of my ears were quickly forced out by the cold, and I felt as if a large swarm of ants had crawled out of my ears, making my earlobes itch a little.

But I touched my earlobe, but I didn't touch anything.

I looked at the baby's face again, and it looked at me curiously, but after a while it showed a look of disgust, and then it shrank back into the flesh as quickly as if it had suddenly deflated.