"Hell! Ghosts! Run!" The young man screamed and ran quickly, but his legs and feet were so frightened that instead of running out, he almost sat on the ground.

The middle-aged catcher also turned his head to take a look, but he was not frightened by the scene behind him, but was startled by the roar of the young catcher.

He raised his hand, and the big slap landed on the back of the young catcher's head in a rage, and he "snapped" twice: "What the hell? Where the hell did it come from! Don't you see the shadow on the ground? Are you stupid, are you stupid!" He gasped: "How can Lao Tzu recover such an apprentice like you!"

The young catcher looked at the ground with a sad face.

Two dark shadows swayed on the tattered green bricks, one slender and the other slightly short and fat, his heart was like a drum, and he wanted to cry without tears: "But, they look too scary!"

What scared the young man out of his soul were two men with dead faces, one tall and one short and fat.

The footsteps of these two people were extremely light, and they walked silently, but the beads around their necks made a rattling sound.

The beads on the hanging beads were all the size of fists, carved into the shape of skulls, and the miserable white beads were made of unknown materials, glowing with the cold light of Bai Sensen.

The young catcher's eyes straightened, and the cold sound of the white beads touching each other fell on his body, like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

"No, no, it's not a ghost, it's, a monk?" The young catcher stumbled.

Before the middle-aged hunter could speak, He Denglou said coldly in front of him: "Monk? Have you ever seen a monk with such a murderous aura?" He stared at the two people who came over: "These two are evil stars, killing people like hemp." He glanced at the young catcher, "It's far away."

If you don't say this, it's just that, as soon as you say this, the young catcher is shaking even more.

Fang Cai was far away, he only looked at it, and now the two people were getting closer and closer, and their faces were getting clearer and clearer, and he realized how self-defeating Fang Cai's words were.

The two men seemed to walk slowly, but they were actually extremely fast, their hair and tattered clothes rising and falling as they walked.

The clothes were so torn that they could barely cover their bodies, and the hideous wounds on their bodies were exposed, some of which had healed and formed large and small blood scabs, and some of which were new wounds with blurred flesh and blood, and the blood stained the bulging burden on the backs of the two.

These two people are not only weird in shape, but they don't look like living people, and they don't have any fresh air in their bodies.

Although the two of them are tall, short, fat and thin, their appearance is poured out of a mold, they are both thin and thin faces, and they should be a pair of twins.

This thin face is indescribable, it is simply a skull wrapped in a thin layer of white Sensen's dead skin, and even the lips are white and bloodless.

The deep black hole had two lightless eyeballs embedded in its sockets, and it looked like it was blind.

But when he heard someone speak, his dull eyes moved slightly, and he glared coldly in the direction from which the voice came.

No matter how hideous these two people looked, He Denglou was not afraid at all, and glared back fearlessly.

The two of them didn't expect to encounter hard stubble, and He Denglou and the others were all dressed as ordinary people, and the two couldn't help but get angry in their hearts, opened their mouths and were about to scold, but the burden on the thin and tall man's back suddenly moved violently.

The short and fat man hurriedly pulled the tall and thin man and looked left and right vigilantly.

The tall and thin man also came back to his senses, put the heavy burden on his back on his shoulders, and walked forward without saying a word.

Seeing these two strange-looking people walking away, the young catcher quickly breathed a sigh of relief, and was frightened: "He, He catches heads, there are all such people in the ghost market?"

He Denglou sneered: "There are also beautiful little ladies."

The young and middle-aged catchers sighed in unison, beautiful little lady, lie to the ghost, I'm afraid it's a beautiful female ghost!

A half-collapsed archway stands in an empty and desolate backyard, and a large deep hole collapses behind the archway, and a tattered stone staircase covered with moss leads to the unknown

of the depths.

The weeds around the cave fell to the ground and were trampled into the mud, and the muddy soil was imprinted with large messy footprints, and it was clear that many people were coming and going in and out of this place.

Gusts of wind whistled out, and a little green fire flickered in the dark cave, and a ghost crying wolf-like sound rolled out from the depths, like a ghost fire fox roaring, which made people feel chills down their spines.

The catchers of Jingzhao Mansion stood at the entrance of the cave and hesitated, and no one went down without permission.

The two strangely described twins glanced at these people, and the catchers all changed into the clothes of ordinary people, and deliberately stained their faces, like ordinary people fleeing, but they did not attract the attention of the two of them, the two just glanced at it, and silently took the lead in walking through the archway, down the steps, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the cave.

The evening breeze blew through the empty and barren backyard, and the warm breeze became gloomy.

Leng Linjiang stood in the cold wind, staring intently at the entrance of the cave that could eat people, his eyes flickering.

At the entrance of the cave, there are layers of Taihu Lake stones and silt, which have been exposed to wind and sun for decades, and have traces of weathering over time, adding a bit of treachery to this place.

He Denglou touched his arm, looked at the black archway, and his heart was furious: "My lord, why does this archway seem to be darker?"

The archway in the backyard of the Guangwen Pavilion has been standing here for hundreds of years, decades ago, a thunderbolt split on the archway, the treasure of a hundred years ago was split into two, and there was a fire, the half of the collapse burned into the white ground, and the remaining other half of the archway although it still stands, but it was also blackened by the fire.

The original solemn handwriting and pattern on the archway are like the shadow of the wind and ghosts, it looks misty and dim, and the blue sky and the white sun stand down, quite creepy.

And after the lightning strike, the archway suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge cave, someone dared to go down to look, and found that it was an underground cave.

The young catcher quickly stood at the edge of the hole, and looked in, and the whirring yin wind made people stagger: "Ouch, the wind is so strong, how can there be such a big hole?" The ghost market is down here?"

Leng Linjiang stood in the wind, squinted his eyes, and ordered He Denglou in a deep voice: "Eight people will guard at the entrance of this cave, and the rest will go down together."

He Denglou responded, hurriedly nodded, his eyes slowly swept over the catchers, his eyes paused on the young catchers, and then he nodded to eight people, including the middle-aged catcher and the young catcher, and ordered in a deep voice: "Guo Liang, you take these seven people here to answer."

Guo Liang hurriedly answered. And the middle-aged catcher pulled the young catcher, who was still a little confused, to the side.

He Denglou took the lead and said, "My lord, take people down first."

With that, he walked down the stairs with four catchers first.

Leng Linjiang and the remaining twelve catchers also followed.

The damp wind rippled, slowly covering up the figure of Leng Linjiang and his party.

The young man quickly rubbed his face, only to feel that the cold air was rising all over his body, looked at the getting late sky, and said, "Second brother, this, how deep is this head?"

Wang Er shook his head: "I don't know, I've only been there once, and I only stopped when I got to the edge of the ghost river."

"Ghost River?" The young catcher was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground, and he couldn't close his mouth for a while: "There is a river underground!"

Wang Er glanced at the young man, thinking of the ghost market he had been to once a few years ago, and still had lingering palpitations: "Decades ago, a lightning strike, the archway of the Guangwen Pavilion collapsed, and a big hole was smashed on the ground, it is an underground cave, and there is a very deep dark river."

"So, what about this ghost market, how did it come about?" Young people are generally fascinated by listening to books.

"Why are you so curious?" Guo Liang walked over, looked at the dark sky, waved his hand, and called the catchers who were standing in twos and threes looking at this place: "While it's not dark yet, I'll tell you about the origin of this ghost market, and when you go back to the ghost market, you are so scared that you pee your pants!"

The eight people who stayed behind to guard were fast, except for Guo Liang and Wang Er, who had been to the ghost market, and the remaining six were here for the first time.

And Wang Er has only been to the shore of the underground dark river, and has never waded through the water.

Therefore, He Denglou ordered these people to stay, and did not let them go to the ghost market easily, otherwise they might really be scared to pee.

Hearing Guo Liang say this, the catchers cheered up, it seems that this ghost market will have to come again in the future, so you have to listen carefully, and you can save your life at the critical moment.

The catchers raised their heads one by one and looked at Guo Liang, looking like they were listening.

Guo Liang coughed lightly and cleared his throat: "What a ghost city, a ghost river, it's all screaming, how can it be so evil, we are eating official meals, how can we be so cowardly and cowardly!" About 60 years ago, the archway in the backyard of the Guangwen Pavilion suddenly collapsed, someone found the cave and the dark river below, when the battle was fighting fiercely, Chang'an City was also very chaotic, a lot of victims poured in, although there is no sunlight in this underground cave, but it can shelter from the wind and rain, many homeless people will enter the cave for temporary shelter, you have all remembered it clearly for Lao Tzu, there are no ghosts under this, only people!"

"In the past, there were only people, but after these decades, something else may happen." The young catcher muttered unconvinced.

Guo Liang glanced at the young man and smiled angrily: "That's not it, decades have passed, there are restaurants, inns, shops, casinos, everything, flower buildings, and flower girls, what's the matter, do you want to go down and open your eyes?"

The young catcher shrunk his neck and smirked, "No, no, no, no."

Guo Liang's eyes were cold, and his tone was calm: "Aren't all good men and women now, there is nowhere to escape as a female criminal, and they will hide here, you all cheer up Lao Tzu to guard this place and answer the adults!"

The catchers looked at each other, and cheered up in the gusts of gloomy wind, lest they really run out of a ferocious and vicious man.