Flowing clouds swept through the bleak night, bringing up a touch of shadow.

A ghost market five miles away on Yinyang Road.

Because of the scarcity of people here, and the protection of the Yin and Yang Ghost King around, the Yin ghosts gather, and the ghost market is formed at night.

Of course, there are not only yin ghosts, there are Huang Jiaxian who borrows the art of illusion, thief eyebrows and mouse eyes, there are mountain spirits overgrown with vines, like monkeys, and water monkeys with webbed fingers, all kinds of strange things, and so on.

However, at this time, these demons and monsters that can frighten ordinary people are all looking at the gate of the ghost market with nervous expressions.

The ghost mist rises, and the red and gorgeous banner waives with the yin wind.

The Yin soldiers patrol at night, and the living retreat.

And before these hundreds of Yin soldiers, there was a lifetime of people riding black biao, taking a leisurely walk and looking over.

He is extremely tall, even if he rides on top of the five-meter-long black biao, he does not look short, he has an almost shiny bald head, one hand is in front of him like a mountain ghost, and the other hand is holding the Qinglong Yanyue Knife.

Without waiting for anyone to stop him, Hei Biao rushed straight into the ghost market, and Lin Mosheng glanced at the ghost market.

It's like a street vendor in ancient times, and everyone can hang a big red lantern to set up a stall.

And in a stall next to him, on the stall of five big and three thick, indigo-faced ghosts, pieces of human flesh were hung with a barbed hook with a handle.

Lin Mosheng kicked over the stall.

In the uproar, the indigo ghost, who was originally shocked by Lin Mosheng's momentum, couldn't control the anger in his heart.

It roared, just about to reach out its claws.

Suddenly, a sharp blade pressed against its shoulder, and the terrifying force directly pressed it to the ground, kneeling in a pile of human flesh.

The indigo ghost raised his head, looked at Lin Mosheng's black eyes, and said sharply, "What are you doing?" This is a ghost market, do you dare to break the rules? ”

Lin Mosheng's hand raised the knife and cut off the head of the ghost, and then he split his mouth, revealing eight snow-white teeth, "Who else wants to talk to me about the rules?" ”

Behind him, Gan Zitai raised the big banner in his hand, "Kill!" ”

As the military flag points to, the Yin soldiers who have gathered the hearts of the army may not be able to fight against the wind, but they can still fight against the wind.

The roar turned into thunder, "Kill!" ”

The night was lonely, and the ghosts were silent.

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In the middle of the jungle in the distance, two little foxes looked in the direction of the ghost market.

One of the yellow foxes complained, "He is even more evil than a ghost, and grandma wants us to help him at a critical time, what can we do to help him, can we help him to abuse?" ”

He turned his head to look at the snow-white fox next to him, "Sister Bao, let's go back." ”

The white fox suddenly let out a laugh, "It's interesting to ride under such a man." ”

The yellow fox couldn't help but cover her face with her hands, and when it was over, Sister Bao turned black again.

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Lin Mosheng summoned a group of ghosts, leaned on Hei Biao with a big grin, and sat in the open space in the middle of the ghost market, "I don't care about the previous rules. ”

"But now, this ghost city is covered by Lin Mosheng, and I will set two rules."

"First, you can't sell the flesh of the living."

"Second, there is a ban on fighting in the ghost city."

The group of ghosts glanced at Lin Mosheng with evil intentions, the living person in front of them was powerful, and they decided to think of snakes for the time being.

However, the rules set by Lin Mosheng are obviously not wanted to be followed.

The ghost market sells the flesh and blood of living people, and even the Mazu Temple can't ban it, so they don't believe that Lin Mosheng can ban it.

Lin Mosheng glanced around at the yin ghosts in front of him and understood what they were thinking, but this kind of thing really can't be changed overnight, he just set a rule now.

As for whether they want to follow their own rules, they have to ask if they have the knife in their hand to say yes.

There is a saying in modern times that justice without power is nothing but a fig leaf for hypocrisy.

But power alone is not enough.

People are born wise, so they can't be punished without teaching.

Lin Mosheng waved his hand, "If you understand, go down." ”

The ghosts dared to be angry and did not dare to speak under the siege of the Yin soldiers, but in the end, they still gave up their hands to Lin Mosheng, turned into a yin wind, and disappeared into the night.

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A pair of peeping ghost eyes in the distance also saw this scene.

The red-haired ghost king stopped a ghost, and when the other party saw that it was the red-haired ghost king, he immediately knelt on the ground, "Red-haired lord, you have to be the master for us." ”

"Tonight, a ruthless person came to the ghost market on Yinyang Road, and the rules were broken, somehow, Lord Yin and Yang didn't show up······"

Before it could finish speaking, it heard Red Hair snort coldly, "Yin and Yang? I'm afraid he'll never come again! ”

Can't come?

The ghost's face changed several times, and he thought of the faint sound of killing and thunder in the first half of the night.

I suddenly understood.

However, before he could ask, he saw the red-haired ghost king ask, "Let me ask you, is the living person you saw today seriously injured?" Didn't you unite to fight again? ”

The ghost thought for a moment and said with a wry smile, "The other party is arrogant, followed by hundreds of Yin soldiers, and he killed the blue-faced ghost with one sword, how dare we tempt?" ”

"Rubbish!"

The red-haired ghost king roared angrily, not knowing if it was the yin and yang ghost king or the ghost in front of him.

He hesitated for a moment, and at this time, the military advisor next to him said, "Lord Ghost King, if you are bright today, we should collect the troops first and think about it in the long run." ”

The red-haired ghost king nodded helplessly, this is the shortcoming of the Yin Soul, even if he has more than enough, but most of the time he does not allow it.

In the Yin Yang Ghost City, the faint light of the morning light in the distance will make the sky a shallow layer of fish belly color, Long Po led the Yin soldiers back to the old nest of Yin Yang Road first, and there are still many things to deal with next.

Lin Mosheng rubbed Su Pan's head and smoothed her hair, "It's time to go back." ”

Su Pan grabbed Lin Mosheng's hand, like a chicken, and pecked Lin Mosheng in the face happily, "No, I want to accompany you to watch the sunrise." ”

"Watching the sunrise?" Lin Mosheng pinched Su Pan's cheek, "What are you thinking about in your little head?" When you become a ghost, it's pretty much the same. ”

"Wait, you won't already?"

Su Pan stood up suddenly, and without waiting for Lin Mosheng to refuse, he said with a smile, "Xianggong, I haven't danced for you yet." ”

She still remembered that a few days ago, Lin Mosheng saw the reluctant appearance of the fox dancer.

Without waiting for Lin Mosheng to refuse, Su Pan jumped up to himself.

Under the yellow sky, there are shadows dancing.

Fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon, Rong Yao autumn chrysanthemum, Huamao spring pine.

The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the flowing wind.

As the morning sun rises, the golden light shines on Su Pan's transparent and snow-white skin, the gold and silver Buddha nature and yin virtue are intertwined into the skin blood vessels, the pure Shaoyang qi turns into flesh and bones, and the black Chenghuang seal condenses into a beating heart.

At this moment, she is no longer the little female ghost who guards her husband in the moonlit night, but a god, a city god who can accompany her man to watch the sunrise.