Zezhou Silk City, the east of the city chaotic alleys.

By the time Sang Ling pushed the door into the house again, it had been five days since she found the puppeteer who was as old as tree bark.

Everything in the room was the same, and the gloomy aroma of agarwood incense was still under the nose, and in the darkness, I heard the puppeteer's old voice speak:

"What are you going to do?"

Mulberry smiled faintly, closed the door with his backhand, and only took out the moonstone. Normally, the puppet is dead, and the broken moonstone in the body should have dissipated, and it is very strange that the reddish Yan husband can stay.

When the puppeteer saw this thing, especially the crack in the moon stone, he had already guessed the reason and was interested. The hand that was as dry as a chicken's claw swiped on the table, and the thing was already in his hand, and he looked left and right.

Sang Ling didn't stop it, and looked at it lightly.

I saw that the expression on the puppeteer's face became more and more strange, and then I suddenly saw him slap his thigh fiercely and shouted:

"It's been a few years, but I didn't expect this thing to reappear!"

Sang Ling grasped the key words:

"A few years ago?"

"Once upon a time, a puppet came to me for healing, but she wouldn't let me see her moonstone. Hehe, the old man couldn't help but sneak a glance at the puppet moon stone, it turned out to be a good thing with a special material that was difficult to find for thousands of years, and he almost couldn't hold back the itching of his hand, so he took out the moon stone and took a look. ”

Looking at Sang Ling's increasingly heavy gaze, the puppeteer was cold, and hurriedly ran back to the point:

"Even though the moonstone you gave me is unusually rough and haphazard, I can tell that it's all from the same place."

Sang Ling slowly digested the thunderous news in her ears, and after a while, she couldn't help but speak:

"Do you still see other abnormalities in that puppet back then?"

The puppeteer subconsciously shook his head and pursed his mouth tightly, but his eyes were hesitant and hesitant, obviously there were still some words hidden in his stomach, and he didn't want to say them.

Sang Lin understood what he meant, and a large handful of spirit stones were taken out of the storage bag and placed on the table in piles, lighting up the entire room like a light bulb.

The puppeteer's eyes were also completely illuminated, and his chicken-claw-like hand stretched out a handful of strokes, stuffing all the mountain-like spirit stones into his pocket, and laughing so hard that he couldn't see his eyes:

"Since the guest officer wants to listen to the matter of this Chen sesame and rotten grain, the old man will be verbose. The puppet old man has only seen it in his life, and his memory is still fresh. It's not because of the special material of her body, but because the puppet is subject to various restrictions and process requirements, and the attainments of the puppeteer are also extremely high. That puppet is really the right time, the right place, and there is only one one. ”

Listening to the praise of his former puppet body, Sang Lin didn't believe it:

"This thing only sells for three thousand spirit stones in the ghost market, you exaggerate it."

"What an exaggeration! Either the seller is blind or you're mistaken. Three thousand spirit stones?! It's not enough to buy moonstone materials, nonsense! How could pie fall from the sky? ”

"It's not a pie, it's a discus." Sang Ling thought of the fate of the evil cultivator who spent three thousand spirit stones to buy back in the ghost market, pursed her lips, and her expression fluctuated for a moment and calmed down:

"Maybe the asking price of three thousand spirit stones from the beginning was a disguise, and it was even more of a calculation. They sold things to the evil cultivators for a so-called high-priced reason, and then took a one-in-a-million cultivation evil method, so that he willingly went to the mountain fog forest, but the ultimate goal was to act as a means of transportation......"

Giving this puppet to Xie Hanzhou, oh no, it is to completely tie himself to Xie Hanzhou to death, use the so-called long-lost heart-stalking spell, die with injuries, rely on each other, and then completely consume Xie Hanzhou.

The evil cultivator is a means of transportation, and he is not a killing tool to kill Xie Hanzhou? This should be the purpose and conspiracy of those behind it back then.

The truth of the year suddenly appeared clearly in front of her, Sang Ling only felt that a cold breath suddenly came out of her bones, she is still alive now, how can it not be a big fate. And those people, will they really stop calculating?

The puppeteer happily began to count the spirit stones, and Sang Ling said no more, getting up and preparing to leave.

Suddenly, the puppeteer's voice came from behind him.

"You're going to the ghost market?"

Sang Ling nodded.

"Yes."

The puppeteer's voice became distant and mysterious.

"Ghost market, haha, how many years have they been hiding underground, who knows their past and future. However, there is one thing that can clearly record all the transactions, and the case file hidden in the Ghost Pavilion can be found. ”

"Thank you for your kindness."

The door opened and closed, and Sang Ling had already left here.

Behind him, the puppeteer's gaze was fixed on the departing back, and he suddenly smiled;

"The same soul taste, how I can't recognize you. The little puppet of the year? Haha, this thing is getting more and more fun, ghost market? Ghost City. Ghost City! If it's really you, it's really fun. Feng family, family, sect, I see that you are all blind and deaf, your eyes will only stare at Zhongzhou, and the people behind you can't see half a point, haha funny, it's really funny. ”

The puppeteer is suspicious of the ghost market, and Sang Ling is also a general idea. It's just that why the ghost market is doing this, and whether there are other interests behind it, these are all clues that need to be found again. Without further ado, she had already arrived at the entrance to the ghost market.

The situation in Zhongzhou is becoming more and more severe, and there are countless large and small sects and families in the Heavenly Dao Sect playing and plundering in Zhongzhou. Da Mao led countless demon clans to fish in troubled waters as medical cultivators and medicine farmers, and for a while, the entire Zhongzhou and Zezhou, where the family gathered, began to become tense. The wind is roaring, and the arrow is on the string.

At this time, the place in Zezhou at the entrance of the ghost market is a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is calm.

Yanze Lake is still the same, the lake surface is like washing, the milk vetch flowers are blooming, and the tourists and children are playing and playing on the side, just like yesterday.

Sang Ling faintly retracted her gaze and turned into the dense forest.

When she re-walked to her hometown, her expression was always light, she was not moved, and the stone gap under her feet was still narrow, but this time she walked very steadily.

The gate of the ghost market appeared in front of me, the archway above the head was old and mottled, a few words were written on the cracked wood grain, and the ink was also dried and peeled off and remained in the wooden cracks, and the handwriting was a little blurry.

The left and right couplets of the torii -

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

The next book: "People are greedy like ghosts"

Horizontal batch: "Huangquan Ghost Market"

She stepped in with her feet up, and went all the way along the sheep intestines, the tea stall that could still be seen in the past, now it is only the stall and there is no old woman to take care of it, Sang Ling was slightly puzzled, and saw that the passers-by around him had directly entered the ghost market, and also followed.

Back then, she was ambushed in the ghost market because her puppet identity was exposed, and finally alarmed the ghost city guards and was arrested and re-sold.

Now, she wore a hood on her head to hide her breath, and she passed all the way unimpeded, even if there were a few people who didn't have long eyes, when they found out the spiritual pressure she emitted, they immediately left with a lot of urine, and it was as funny as oiling under her feet.

The corners of her mouth hooked, and finally brought out some pleasure.

At the end of the street, the ghost building is five stories high, painted with black paint, and 36 columns rise from the ground around the body, the support is steady, and the ghost building hangs the "ghost building" two word plaque. Eerie, dark and terrifying.

It's just that the door that should have been open is now closed. The people pointed and talked for a while, and then they dispersed, as if they were accustomed to it.

Sang Ling stopped a passer-by and asked, but the passer-by shook his head and said directly:

"You haven't been here for a long time, this ghost building was suddenly closed some time ago, and it hasn't been opened until now. No one knows when he will open it. ”

"Squeak-"

Suddenly, the door in front of him, which had not been open for a long time, suddenly opened, and the lights were bright inside.

Passers-by watched in shock as an old woman walked out of the ghost building:

"Ghost ...... Ghost woman?! ”

The old woman who was pointed out by someone didn't raise her eyelids, but said slowly:

"The ghost building is open to welcome guests, and the guest officer will go in."

The passer-by wanted to take a step as soon as he was excited, but he didn't want the ghost woman to stretch out her arm to Sang Ling and lead the way:

"Come in, guest officer."

The passers-by looked depressed, and they couldn't figure it out as they watched Sang Ling go in from under the plaque:

"When does the ghost building still need to come down to find guests in person? It's weird, it's weird. ”

At this time, Sang Ling had already stepped on the wooden steps, all the way up, to the top floor.

The ghost building is still the same furnishings and layout as before, and the bead curtain made of shark beads and tears has been hooked, and it has already walked into the house.

The room is tall and elegant, supplemented by murals, and all kinds of hideous imps are depicted on the walls and roofs, almost breaking through the walls, and the ghosts are like coming true.

Behind the Raden screen stood a long figure, waiting quietly.

Sang Ling was slightly puzzled, and there was an illusion that the ghost city lord was waiting for her.

As soon as the figure behind the screen moved, the ghost city master had already walked out, and then stepped down the steps in three steps and walked in front of Sang Ling.

At the beginning, when she and Xie Hanzhou came to the ghost market, the ghost city owner did not come out from behind this screen. Sang Ling frowned slightly, and the doubt in her heart turned into strange.

The face of the ghost city lord is covered with a porcelain mask that can cover all the facial features, all white and without lines, but as thin as a cicada, in a trance, it seems that this person does not have facial features, the dark robe is wide and thick embroidered with various colors of ghosts consistent with the mural, the face is hideous, is tearing the flesh and blood into the mouth of the blood basin, greedy and excessive.

Sang Ling turned her gaze away, not looking at the countless little ghosts, but only on the pure white mask of the ghost city lord:

"Ghost City Master, I have a space scroll that I want to find some materials and make some deals with you."

She reported a few materials, some of which should have been cherished and not sold to the public, but the ghost city lord agreed to come down, only raised her hand and waved, and the ghost woman standing outside sent the things in.

Sang Ling only felt that the strangeness in her heart was getting more and more, but she only paid off the payment as if she hadn't found it, like an ordinary customer who took the materials after completing the transaction and then turned away.

She took the tray handed by the ghost woman, but her fingers moved slightly, and the rune light lit up slightly, but it was covered by the sleeve she raised to take the materials, and there was no leakage.

The movement was extremely fast, everything happened in the rabbit and the falcon, no one noticed, and in a moment she had quickly left this place.

The ghost city lord stood quietly, watching the figure leave, but suddenly said:

"The ghost building is closed, and it will no longer welcome guests."

The ghost woman thought of the customers who were already queuing downstairs, but she didn't say much, and obeyed the order to go down and close the door.

In the midst of the complaints, the ghost building went out and the lights returned to darkness.

The ghost woman took the transaction file that had been automatically generated just now in her hand, and walked out of the ghost building and slowly paced towards the back of the building.