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I don't know how long it took for me to disappear before I suddenly recognized my situation, and the mansion of the Yan family, which I had left at this moment, stretched out in a lively cornerstone.

The market in front of you is really lively, and the people walking on the streets and the shops selling things are even more dazzling, and there is no way to see them at a glance.

At this time, I still remember this street vividly.

This is the ghost market of the underworld!

I really hung up?!

My first reaction was that I still couldn't accept the reality, and since I had come here, it meant that I was really dead.

But it's not scientific...... I turned over the book of life and death...... No matter how you calculate, you can't really hang up like that, right...... I don't know why......

"No! I definitely can't stay here. "I looked at the bustling street in front of me, and the voice from the bottom of my heart kept telling me that I couldn't stay here.

However, looking at the huge bazaar now, there are overcrowded boundaries everywhere, and the intricate roads are close in front of you. But I looked around and realized that I didn't know where I should go.

I was in a dilemma, looking at the lively markets on both sides, I felt that there was no difference between the two directions, and I couldn't tell where it was.

"What can I do...... "I don't know what time of year the ghost market is at this time, the streets are full of people all day long, and the crowds are continuous, so I don't know who to look for if I want to go up to find a ghost and ask for directions.

At this moment, I was standing still and wondering whether to go all the way, when I suddenly heard someone who seemed to call me......

"This benevolent brother stays......" I turned to look at the source of the voice, and after a few glances, I noticed that a man in the crowd holding a sign and dressed in a suit similar to the fortune teller who walked around the rivers and lakes in ancient times was moving towards me.

He held a high flag from the crowd and kept exerting himself before finally squeezing out.

When he was just getting started, he even squeezed out the signboard, and even his arm fell off his body in a hurry.

Seeing this familiar scene, I immediately remembered the first time I first came here, knocking off the arm of a passerby......

Anyway, these ghosts' arms are too strong...... Say it, drop it......

At this time, the fortune teller had already picked up his severed arm and pressed it back to his shoulder, so that when he pressed it back, he couldn't tell that it had fallen out before......

"I didn't expect there to be a fortune teller in the ghost market......" looked at him in a hurry, with a pair of black blind eyes on his face, the overall look is really real, but does the ghost still need fortune telling? Thinking of this, I looked at him with a hurried look and asked puzzled.

At this time, the fortune teller who came over showed a kind smile when he heard this, but the more I looked, the more I felt that it was better for this ghost not to smile, and it was more prudent to smile......

"This isn't the first time this brother has been a ghost, of course there are fortune tellers in the ghost market." This fortune teller is also very attentive to his image, walked up to me and tidied up his clothes, and then solemnly coughed twice and said slowly.

"What do ghosts want to tell fortunes for?" Seeing that although he had a smile on his face, it somehow made people think that his words should be of some use, so I continued to ask about my doubts.