Sang Ling's mind was chaotic with thoughts, and she was a little worried in her heart, and there was no door in her mouth:

"It must have been a little similar to me and that Lin Ling recently, which reminded Xianjun of the past, tomorrow I will find a silk scarf to cover my face, and now Xianjun will definitely not dream anymore." Yes, it's because of my face! I'll cover it tomorrow! Xianjun, don't be angry! The villain's heart is about to jump out in fear! ”

Sang Ling's mouth was stir-frying, and the sentences spit out from her lips like beads, hitting the silent room with a crisp echo, suddenly washing away the dull atmosphere in the room, revealing joy and relaxation!

"Crackle!"

The candle flame exploded a lantern in the yarn lamp, and even the bright light was dimmed for a moment.

That sound alarmed Sang Ling, and the candlelight reflected in her eyes, making her eyes more and more clear.

For a long time, Sang Ling only felt that a day and night were about to pass, but in fact, it was only a few breaths, and finally Xie Hanzhou moved.

"Sleep."

He only dropped two words, and his tone was normal, and he was not affected by Sang Ling's three words just now.

"Okay, Xianjun, I'll go to sleep right away!"

Sang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer guessed the mind of this evil god, and immediately a tiger pounced and jumped into the bed, closing his eyes to show his attitude.

This side of the car.

As soon as Xie Hanzhou was hit by the wooden collapse, he heard a gentle breath coming from the other side of the Luo bed......

Halfway, he couldn't help but shake his head:

I was so frightened that I could sleep so fast, and I didn't seem to be scared.

......

From Shuzhou to Zezhou, the first foothold is Yanze Lake.

The surface of the lake is like washing, surrounded by milk vetch flowers, the purple petals in the flowering period are spread out like an umbrella, the bottom is gathered on a slender green flower stem, the leaves are spread out on the ground, looking at it from a distance like a purple cloud, and like a woman looking forward to a lover, gorgeous and happy.

Sang Ling made a "bang" next to her ear, a chill was splashed on her cheeks, and several children were splashing water and frolicking by the lake, and one of them grimaced at her.

She grabbed it quickly beside her, but what she caught in the palm of her hand was a sleeve of a robe embroidered with a silver pattern, and the naughty child saw her glaring, and immediately called for friends and ran away with a laugh.

Sang Ling was a little angry:

"It's naughty!"

Xie Hanzhou's eyes were pale in color, and he pulled his sleeve out of her hand:

"Don't make a fuss, it's almost sunset, let's go."

The entrance to the ghost market is opened on the fifteenth of every month, and today is the fifteenth, and they have to find a place at sunset, and then teleport to the ghost market through the teleportation array to unlock the connection between the two.

They arrived early, and Sang Ling was attracted by the lake in front of the dense forest to rest, and now the time is coming, and they have to set off for the ghost market.

The night breeze gradually picks up, and the tourists by the lake slowly disperse.

In the crowd, Sang Ling wrapped her clothes tightly, she had not found a chance to get out in the past two days, and looked at the back of Xie Hanzhou who had walked into the dense forest, and finally gritted her teeth to keep up.

For some reason, she couldn't settle down in her heart, and a worry lingered in her heart, not to say how scared she was, but to feel repulsed by the troubles that might come.

This is still not considering the mood of meeting the ghost city owner.

You must know that the ghost market is the place where the Three Realms satisfy greedy desires, and it is the norm to kill people and sell goods.

After all, he has no owner, and he is a high-level puppet, outside the ghost market, the major sect families in various states are in charge, and he can't meet so many people with ill intentions for a while, plus the puppet's body has a shallow voice, and she can't easily identify the identity of the physique, and she also has a little means, so she dares to run around.

But when it comes to ghost markets, these don't work. It is normal for people with bad intentions in the three sects and nine streams to meet each other, and if they meet so many people with special skills, sharp sense of smell and sharp eyes, and recognize the true identity of her masterless high-level puppet, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape being targeted.

It's a real threat and a headache.

But when it comes to the end, it is useless to reject the headache. And Xie Hanzhou also promised to protect her, so should he ask for a promise now......

There are a little more thoughts in my heart, and I don't pay attention to my feet.

That's it!

Sang Ling felt that she suddenly stepped into a narrow stone crevice, and a "crackling" sound sounded when the gravel cracked, and before the foot could be pulled out, the other foot had already been raised.

Accidents often happen in an instant, unexpected, and without warning - when Sang Ling notices that something is wrong, the person has already planted towards the mud front, and his vision is full of hideous gravel tips.

Sang Ling "......"

Die!

She reacted very quickly, stretched out her hand and was about to slap the ground, although the stone tip was sharp, but the puppet body was tough, but it was not afraid.

Unexpectedly, before the palm of his hand touched, suddenly his arm tightened, and he was pulled up and stabilized.

After seeing the situation clearly, the visitor hesitated and did not use his spiritual power, but half-squatted down.

The right foot was still stuck, the left foot was half-bent, and Sang Ling, who was standing with her body twisted, looked at the top of the head of the person in front of her, and said with some embarrassment:

"It's crooked here, and there is this crack in the ground, it's really hard to prevent!"

The ankle was lifted lightly by a force, and it was already out of the crack in the stone, Xie Hanzhou stood up and looked at her:

"Ahead is the entrance of the ghost market, Huangquan, the coming and going is complicated, be careful."

Seeing that someone was leaving, Sang Ling immediately grabbed the other party's sleeve and directly said the question in her heart:

"Xianjun, you promised me before in Huayuan Township that you would protect me, right?"

Xie Hanzhou's indifferent and calm eyes looked over:

"What were you thinking about just now?"

Sang Ling bit her lip, her eyes were full of anxiety and sorrow, watery, and then said:

"After all, I am a puppet sold from the ghost market, and I don't have a wire ring, the interests of the people in the ghost market are paramount, they, what if they ...... I'm scared, Xianjun. ”

Xie Hanzhou lowered his eyes to look at her, Sang Ling's eyes were full of water marks, but they only floated on the surface and there was no real fear, but he still nodded:

"After entering the ghost market, I will not leave an inch, protect you, don't worry."

Sang Ling was a little flattered, and the two of them smiled, and even the feelings of boredom in her heart dissipated a lot.

"Thank you, Xianjun."

When she laughed, her beautiful eyes were slightly bent, and her two pointed ends were like crescent moons, bright and full of joy, and her weak and gorgeous face became more and more shining and shining.

Faced with this prosperous face, the girl's happy appearance, Xie Hanzhou only lightly pulled back his sleeves and looked ahead.

"The entrance to the ghost market is about to open."

As soon as the words fell, the weather suddenly changed, and countless milky white fog poured out from the cracks in the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the dense fog condensed into a wall of fog, covering the sky and the sun.

In the distance, the sound of chirping suddenly sounded in the depths of the dense fog, high and low, noisy and noisy, and kneaded into a heap, so that people could not hear it clearly.

If you listen carefully, there are still people talking, but it is just hip-hop laughter, like an old ghost chatting, eerie.

Sang Ling shrank and hid behind Xie Hanzhou, her eyes vigilant. Suddenly, his body warmed up, and even his vision was half obscured.

After Xie Hanzhou covered Sang Ling with the hooded cloak, he only lightly admonished:

"It's insulating and shielding the breath. Follow me, let's go in now. ”

The two of them walked towards the place of lively ghost chatter, and gradually a tall wooden torii came into view.

Last time, Sang Ling was brought out of the ghost market by the evil cultivators, and the road he walked was not the same as the one he entered now, so he naturally never saw this archway.

The archway above the head is old and mottled, with a few words written on the cracked wood grain, and the ink is also dried and peeled off and mixed in the wooden cracks, and the handwriting is a little blurred.

Sang Ling carefully identified it, only to find that the left and right sides of the archway were actually written in a couplet.

Above: "There are no ghosts in the ghost market"

The next book: "People are greedy like ghosts"

Horizontal batch: "Huangquan Ghost Market"

Sang Ling poked Xie Hanzhou, covered her mouth and said with a sullen smile:

"Look, look, the ghost market is scolding!"

Xie Hanzhou glanced at her, she was a general person who was still in the water before, she was squeamish and about to cry, and now she still has the courage to mock the ghost market.

I don't know if it's because of my big heart, or if I ate bear bile just a while.

Xie Hanzhou vaguely felt that if it was the latter, this bear bile might have been given by him.

Without further ado, he continued to walk through the torii and strode forward.

At the end of a section of the sheep intestine trail is a tea stall, a large vat is set on the firewood pile, a small piece of flat land is vacated behind the vat, a few broken wooden tables are placed indiscriminately, and two or three benches are set up for hospitality.

Sang Ling sat on the bench gently, but the bench still made a "squeak", which scared her so much that she didn't dare to move:

"This bench has been around for hundreds of years, can you continue to sit on it? If it falls apart, don't let me lose money! ”

"No, you don't."

An old and sharp voice beside him suddenly answered.

Sang Ling turned her head and found an old woman standing at the table with a teapot, there was no one just now, as if she suddenly appeared from the ground.

She glanced at the old woman's feet, but the black and cyan skirt was extremely long, and she couldn't see her feet, but she couldn't tell whether it was a person or a ghost for a while.

The old woman stood with her eyes down, and when she took two tea bowls, she opened her mouth and sang a sentence:

"Take a sip of Meng Po soup to forget your sorrows, let go of your obsession, Huangquan returns, and you are happy like a fairy~"

The two bowls of tea were pushed over by a hand as old as tree bark, Xie Hanzhou took the initiative to take it, but he didn't drink it:

"Thank you, we're not thirsty."

"Idiot obsession, if you don't let go of greed, you will fall into the world~"

The old woman squinted and laughed again, but she closed her mouth and stared at Sang Ling.

Sang Ling's eyes moved to the old woman, and seeing that she had been staring at herself, she was a little puzzled:

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

The old woman suddenly ripped the corners of her mouth open, and the sound of the flat plate squeezed out of her throat, sounding like a cat's claw scratching the door, sharp and ugly:

"How many years have the old woman seen a non-human thing sitting at the same table with the monk, girl, you are really bold. Shemales are estranged and opposed, demons are good and greedy, how many tragedies are in front of them, but they don't fall in love at all! ”

"Smack!"

The two spirit stones were thrown on the table, and Xie Hanzhou stood up suddenly, his face a little cold:

"Don't drink tea, enter the ghost market, get out of the way."

The old woman sneered back, but finally took a step away, revealing the road behind her.

At the end of the road is a bamboo bridge, erected in the white mist, which has the appearance of the rumored bridge between hell and hell.

When the old woman saw the two of them leaving, she half-opened the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were cold.

……

Coming down from the bridge, you will break into a lively market, stretching for hundreds of miles, and there is an endless stream of pedestrians.

At the foot of the street is a large black stone pavement, lined with a few small thatched shops, and in the distance it is bustling with people, all white paper lanterns with the word "ghost" written on them hang overhead, holding out a little candle light.

The small shops are covered with curtains, and it is impossible to see what is being sold inside.

There are all kinds of stalls at the entrance of the store, a rag, a door panel even if a stall is opened, just this kind of stalls are densely packed together and can not count, not to mention the street for hundreds of miles, roughly calculated is already hundreds.