The Yin-Yang Ghost Market, which is more prosperous than in the past, is now depressed and I don't know how much it has been, and the entire ghost market is only full of some of the original residents. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of these people are people who make a living by selling yin and yang things, and most of them are ordinary mortals.

It's just that in recent days, the Yin Yang Ghost Market, as all the entrances are closed, outsiders can only enter and not get out, and the people in the original ghost market can't get out, these people can't do without the Yin Yang Ghost Market, and they have cut off their source of life.

Every few days, a group of masked men in purple appear at the street corners to distribute food and household items, but there is one condition.

You can take what you eat and drink, and you can get as much as you want, but in exchange, you have to eat the pill they gave you in person, a black and red pill!

"Master Yan, we've been here for two days, just wandering around like this, can we find the Fang Alliance Master?"

One of the countless streets in the ghost market, due to the closure of many entrances, there are basically no people on the streets, but there are still some occasionally.

There were two of them, one hidden under a black robe, and the other wearing an oversized black hat, under which a small figure sits.

Hiding under the black robe is naturally a fat monk, this guy is big, just a hat can't cover anything, and wearing a hat is naturally Yan Feng.

It was now the second day that Yan Feng had entered the ghost market, and in two days, he had walked through nearly a thousand ghost city streets, and this was the first time that he had really noticed the size of the ghost market.

During this period, he tried to find out Fang Mu's whereabouts several times, but to no avail.

"Here we go again...!"

The two of them were walking, and suddenly a large group of masked people dressed in purple appeared in front of them, and at the end of these people was a batch of food supplies pulled by beasts.

As soon as these people appeared, Yan Feng and the fat monk were on the sidelines.

It's just strange that these people appeared with food supplies, but the residents of the entire street didn't react.

But after the tea, people began to come out of the houses on both sides of the street one after another, these people, all of them were yellow and thin, and their bodies were as thin as dry firewood, and they looked like they hadn't eaten for a few days.

If it weren't for being cornered, absolutely no one would want to come and receive the food of these masked people, the black-red pills... A small pill. That is the life amulet, as long as you swallow it, your life will no longer be your own.

If someone wants you to die, you have to die!

The group of purple-clothed masked men, the one standing at the front, was obviously in charge, and he held a whip in his hand, and he snapped it on the body of an old man closest to him, and behind this old man there was a little boy, who looked like he was seven or eight years old.

"Grind and chirp, the essentials are for me to die!"

The old man was whipped by this, and where could his withered body hold up, he fell to the side, and blood suddenly oozed from the place where his face was covered.

The little boy who was hiding behind the old man suddenly grabbed the whip with anger on his face.

The little boy, with a resolute look on his immature face, roared at the masked man with the whip.

"Badass, you're all badass, I don't allow you to touch my grandfather!"

The purple-clad masked man with the whip had a cold face, obviously angry at the little boy who had suddenly offended him.

As soon as he suddenly collected the whip, the little boy's figure was pulled along the whip to the purple-clothed masked man, and with a bang, the little boy fell in front of the masked man.

The masked man's feet stomped on the little boy's head with a snap.

Seven or eight-year-old children, where can they endure such pain, and suddenly snot and tears flowed down.

"Grandpa!

"You scoundrels, scoundrels!"

The little boy was trampled under the feet of the purple-clothed masked man, desperately trying to get up, grabbing the masked man's feet with both hands and screaming hard.

However, the purple-clothed masked man was not moved by the little boy's cry in the slightest, and his face was covered by a cloth, so that he could not see the expression under the mask, but he could guess that it must be a disgusting face.

His eyes, glowing with bloodthirsty killing intent, the purple-clothed masked man, from his waist, slowly pulled out a long knife, the blade of which was glowing with bursts of white light.

Those who also appeared on the street, seeing this scene, turned their heads away, with anger in their eyes... There is a sigh, but what can be done but a sigh of anger.

From the day these masked men appeared, they became fish on someone else's chopping block to be slaughtered.

"Li'er, Li'er!"

The old man who had been whipped had just recovered from the whip when he saw that his grandson was about to be killed, and he burst into tears.

couldn't care about anything anymore, so he rushed up directly and hugged the legs of the purple-clothed masked man.

"My lord, my lord, you are doing well, I beg you, he is only seven years old, seven years old! You want to kill me, but please spare my grandson's life and leave my Zhou family a bloodline!"

The purple-clothed masked man, who wanted to cut off the knife, looked at the old man with his eyes abruptly, and kicked it away with a sudden kick, and suddenly the old man was directly kicked more than ten feet away.

The old man, a mortal, is very old, and he has not eaten a grain of rice for several days, how can he withstand this kick.

Blood sprayed from his mouth, mixed with internal organs, and the old man lay on the ground, stretching out his hand to prevent his grandson from being harmed, but... It can't be done.

"Don't, don't hurt... Hurt..."

The old man, under this kick, swallowed his breath directly, lay on the ground, his body was motionless, his eyes were round, and he looked straight at his grandson.

The little boy was trampled on the ground by a masked man in purple, and he could see his grandfather in the right direction... He saw with his own eyes, at his grandfather, in front of himself, dead!

Seeing his grandfather, those dead eyes...!

In his heart, like a thunderbolt roaring, at this moment, the pupils of the little boy's eyes were infinitely dilated, and the whole person was stunned.

"Grandpa... Grandpa!"

Only to hear a terrible and mournful shout, in this street refused.

Everyone listened to the little boy's terrible shout, and they were all sad in their hearts, who could say for sure whether the same thing would happen to them in the next moment.

Yan Feng also looked at this scene, and at the moment when the old man died, his eyebrows suddenly froze, and a wave of anger rose in his heart.

"Amitabha, good... This group of scumbags, grass his second uncle, strict donor, go up and fuck them! Grandma's!"

The fat monk was on the side, and his face trembled with fat.

Yan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and on the street, the masked purple-clothed man only chuckled a few times and scolded a few words of old immortality, bad luck and so on.

The knife in his hand was raised again, and was about to cut at the already sluggish and desperate little boy below.

At this moment, a figure appeared in an instant.

A ruler-wide black broadsword, with an incomparably sharp wind, suddenly slashed down the purple-clothed masked man!

"You...!"

The purple-clothed masked man, the only eyes that were exposed, were open and round at the moment, and he probably never thought that such a person would suddenly appear.

With murderous intent in his eyes, Qin Xiaobao slashed the ghost knife in his hand and slammed it to the ground in an instant, making a loud noise.

The knife of the purple-clothed masked man fell to the ground with a clanging sound, and his body, from his left shoulder to his right waist, was directly cut diagonally, breaking in half in an instant.

Blood spilled on the face of the little boy who was trampled on the ground, and the sluggish little boy couldn't help but be shocked.