San'er went upstairs happily, and I called Xiaobai again.

After learning that everything was fine in the hospital, my heart fell for a while.

At two o'clock in the morning, I grabbed my coat from the stool, and San'er went downstairs on time.

Seeing that his face was cloudy, I instructed a few more words: "From now on, you don't speak, *** whatever, you can do anything."

"If you have anything to say, come back and talk about it."

There are two kinds of markets, one is an ordinary bazaar and the other is called a ghost market.

The so-called ghost market is not haunted, but because it opens in the second half of the year, so it got such a name.

At first, the bosses of the ghost market were basically the down-and-out prince Baylor.

All the things in the hands of this group of people are palace things, and if they take out any of them, they are enough for ordinary people to have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

But the takeaway in broad daylight will inevitably be said to be a corruption of ancestral property.

The time was chosen in the middle of the night, because of the black rumbling, and no one could see who clearly.

With the development of time, the ghost market began to become mixed, the real and the fake were mixed together, and the sight was not good, so it was easy to be deceived.

Of course, what I'm looking for is not this kind of ordinary street vendor, but a profession called Anjiake.

The ghost market in Monan is in the west of the city, and it is a ghost market before four o'clock in the morning, and it will be restored to an ordinary vegetable market after four o'clock.

When I arrived at the place, it was when the ghost market opened.

It was pitch black in front of all the stall owners, and the only light in the ghost market was the flashlight in the hands of the buyers.

The sporadic lights glow in the dark night, which inevitably makes it difficult to tell whether it is still in the world.

Almost every stall has a lot of customers in front of them, and they are bored to study the objects in their hands.

Like a searchlight, I searched every stall owner around.

When I swept my gaze to the corner, I suddenly felt more steady.

There was a man with a melon skin hat squatting in the corner, and his face was still covered with a mask, so that he could not see a man or a woman at all.

In front of him, there was only a blank paper shell, there was no merchandise, and it looked like it was selling air.

I stepped forward in three or two steps and slowly crouched in front of him.

The stall owner's entire face only showed a pair of eyes, and the rest of the position was tightly wrapped.

"Look at the excitement, go somewhere else."

I didn't say anything, and instead of being enthusiastic, he ordered the eviction.

I glanced at him, "How do you know I'm not a buyer?"

"Huh."

He snorted a snort of disdain and ignored me.

I tugged at my clothes, "Because I'm only wearing one dress?"

As soon as these words came out, he immediately pulled his gaze back and looked at me again, his eyes purring.

I smiled and spread my hands, "I just don't want to wear two."

When you come to a place like a ghost market, you must wear two pieces of clothing, put them all on when you enter the market, and take off the outside one when you leave.

It is not uncommon for the buyer to leave with something on his front foot and be robbed after a while, which can be done to avoid being watched.

The stall owner narrowed his eyes: "You're not too daring!"

"You dare to sell that kind of thing, you are quite bold."

He looked down and fiddled with the paper shells on the ground, "Who the hell are you?"

"Someone who buys something."

In this kind of place, no one will break the word, explore each other, and point to the point.

"Whoosh."

He jerked his sleeve out in front of me, his hand tucked into it.

This is where the business of the ghost market began.

I put my hand into his sleeve and wrote the word "auspicious" on his hand.

The stall owner hesitated and pinched my thumb in his sleeve.

I grabbed the second joint of his little thumb and pinched it gently, keeping my eyes fixed on him.

He withdrew his hand first, turned around and tucked the paper shell under his armpit, and walked out first.

San'er looked at me with a puzzled expression, obviously wanting to speak, but just asked with his eyes, and didn't say anything.