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Is it a dream again?

Or is it out of body?

A powerful and inexplicable force prompted Wang Dachuan to go and find out.

There was an old gentleman sitting at the gate of the ghost market. The old gentleman had a long white beard, leaning against a pair of flags beside him, and saw that the flag had eight big characters written on it: "Clever calculations, gossip and good fortune".

It turned out to be a half-immortal.

It's just that there is also a position of half-immortal on this "ghost market"?

Wang Dachuan pondered, and walked towards the half-immortal. The half-immortal also saw him early, squinting his eyes, with a graceful smile on his face, one hand slowly stroked his long beard, and that look of ease seemed to have known that the two would meet here today.

Wang Dachuan stepped forward and glanced at the four treasures of the study, such as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, on the table in front of the half-immortal, and suddenly felt that everything seemed to be ordinary but was actually exquisite, and it seemed that there was some kind of aura that was integrated into these four treasures.

Wang Dachuan was instantly in awe, and bowed respectfully: "Old man, may I ask who you are ......?"

"This yin and yang have been snooping on the heavens for more than a hundred years, and today we are waiting here for those who are destined. You don't have to ask me anything, you just have to follow your heart. You are an extraordinary person, and naturally you are also an extraordinary person. The door of this ghost market is now open for you, and there is a certain number in the dark. ”

It's the same as not saying it. Wang Dachuan muttered in his heart, but he still laughed dryly: "Old man, I am a brick-puller in the village, how can you say so evil." ”

"If you are like an ordinary person, how can you appear at the gate of this ghost market? How did you meet me? ”

"Maybe I'm just dreaming."

"No, no." The old half-immortal waved his hand happily, "It's true that your body is still in the world, but your soul has left your body, this is your heart." ”

When the words fell, the old half-immortal didn't know when he had an extra handful of dust in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a piece of nothingness like a mirror appeared in front of Wang Dachuan's eyes.

"From here, you can see your flesh."

Wang Dachuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and he saw himself lying on the kang, his mother sitting on the kang and hanging his head, and his father also pacing around the room frowning, looking worried. From time to time, Mom reached out and touched his forehead.

"Your soul has left your body, and if you don't return within three hours, your body will die. However, physical death is not a real ......"

"Don't talk about it! Tell me how I can get back! Wang Dachuan's eyes were red, and he directly interrupted the words of the old half-immortal, staring at the old half-immortal anxiously and nervously.

He's going back!

If he really died, what would his parents do? How could he let them send white-haired people to black-haired people!

The old half-immortal restrained his smile, as if he was a little angry, and with a wave of dust, he took the mirror image back.

"You ......"

"Young man, you can't be in a hurry." The old half-immortal continued unhurriedly, "If you can come here today, it is destined to be a catastrophe. There are thousands of treasures in this ghost market, and there is always one that belongs to you. ”

"As long as I find it, buy it and take it with me!" Wang Dachuan was in a hurry, where could he listen to the long talk of the old half-immortal.

The old half-immortal nodded tepidly.

Just when Wang Dachuan raised his feet and was about to go in, he suddenly stopped as if he had thought of something. He touched himself—penniless except for a coarse linen robe that he had changed into at some point.

There's no money to buy a fart.

It was at this time that a man ...... No, there could be a ghost, who ran out of the ghost market in a hurry, and looked behind him in a hurry as he ran, as if someone was chasing him.

This "ghost" ran out of the gate of the ghost market, looked around, and then his eyes fell on the old half-immortal, and suddenly like a drowning person saw a life-saving straw, he ran over ecstatically.

This "ghost" knelt in front of the old half-immortal's table with a pop, and said something in his mouth: "Old Yin and Yang, help me!" I don't want to die, I haven't lived enough. I...... Look at it, am I still alive? Did they catch the wrong person? Or, can you do the math for me? Do I still have a chance to recover? This is a treasure for you as a reward! ”

"Ghost" said as he shuddered and carefully pulled out a box from his bosom. The "ghost" looked at the box as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

Wang Dachuan couldn't help but lean over to take a look.

I saw that the appearance of this box was exquisite and beautiful, the material of mahogany, carved with a floating dragon and white lotus, and then the "ghost" slowly opened the box with a pious expression......

"Vomit ......"

Wang Dachuan couldn't hold back, and after glancing at that thing, his stomach turned over and he almost vomited.

What kind of thing is this Nima?

It's ugly, and it stinks!

I saw an ugly and embarrassing insect lying in the box, like a centipede, and its dense feet made people get goosebumps all over it, but this was not a centipede, because it had a hard shell. Mainly, as soon as the box was opened, a smell of decay instantly spread, like the smell of rotting and stinking maggots from a drowning corpse, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

When the old half-fairy saw this, his eyes flowed with joy, and he closed the box as if he had found a treasure, and then put it in his pocket. He picked up the brush in style, dipped some black ink in the inkstone, and then swiped his pen and wrote some ...... on the rice paper. Uh, something completely incomprehensible.

Things like symbols, markers, and so on.

Then, the old half-immortal sighed and shook his head: "It's useless, although you have cultivated a lot of virtue, you have done too many sins in your previous life." This time the number of yang is exhausted, so let's go back to reincarnation obediently. ”

"Wow...... I don't want ......"

In front of everyone's eyes, the escaped ghost sat on the ground and splashed it. Seeing him crying, Wang Dachuan felt that he was very pitiful.

However, the ghost's howling suddenly stopped. Then, Wang Dachuan saw him stand up straight like a corpse, and his legs didn't even bend.

In Wang Dachuan's surprised gaze, the ghost's eyes were dull, his eyes were straight, and he walked towards the ghost market step by step......

Wang Dachuan glanced at the gate of the ghost market and saw two ghosts waiting there, as if they had hooked the ghost. Accidentally, Wang Dachuan's gaze collided with the gaze of one of the ghosts, and in an instant, Wang Dachuan felt a tingling of his scalp.

After the ghost left, the old half-immortal said quietly: "You are the soul of the yang people, I am afraid that as soon as you enter the gate of the ghost market, you will be eaten by that group of hungry ghosts." ”

Wang Dachuan looked over, and sure enough, a group of little ghosts had gathered at the gate of the ghost market, all looking at him greedily with green eyes.