The ghost building stands at the end of the ghost market, and the height of the five-story building is the existence of the ghost market. But no one knew that behind the courtyard wall connected to the ghost building, there was still a large space. Carved beams and painted columns, water pavilions and pavilions have everything.

The ghost woman walked under the corridor with a tray, her black body blended with the Yin Qi of the ghost market for many years, and it was easy to disappear from view.

Sang Ling's fingers moved slightly, but she could easily capture the other party's position, just now she put a tracer from the improved version of the Mirror of Retrospection on the ghost woman. Now, her cultivation is so strong that even the ghost woman didn't notice her hands and feet for a while.

Although, all the suspected targets point to the ghost market. But Sang Ling had no extra evidence, and she couldn't figure out the other party's purpose, so she could only hope that this operation would go smoothly. Suddenly thinking of the strange attitude that the ghost city lord had never seen just now, he was a little unsure of the action that was about to start.

Soon, the advancing tracking charm stopped, and in the field of vision that was blindfolded by yin qi and could not see clearly, Sang Ling only heard a "squeak" and the sound of the door opening.

She immediately stopped, her breath was completely extinguished, her body was like electricity, and she had already found a dark corner to hide.

A moment later, there was a sound of sluggish footsteps not far away, slowly approaching, and then slowly disappearing, everything was as usual, and the ghost woman had left without noticing.

Sang Ling's gaze swept lightly over the other party's empty tray, and he already understood that the place where the door was opened just now was the ghost pavilion where the transaction records were stored.

Without further ado, she immediately ran and pushed the door into the house. I saw the loft like a library pavilion spread out in front of me, and the vast volumes were neatly filed and stacked, which made people's scalp tingle.

"How can these case files be, so many?!"

She grabbed a scroll to check it, then quickly swept it over, eliminated it, and then quickly ran to the next one.

However, at this moment, what Sang Ling didn't know was that when she reached out to touch the first case file, the ghost woman left with a pause, and then quickly looked at the location of the ghost pavilion and found her.

"Someone trespasses into the Ghost Pavilion, and the offender will be killed!"

"Yes!"

Countless guards poured in from all directions, and they all rushed to the location of the Ghost Pavilion.

Sang Ling soon heard the movement outside, and she couldn't figure out why the ghost woman suddenly found out, so she could only evacuate quickly.

A little under his feet, he flew from a place on the second floor and was about to jump down, when suddenly the hem of his clothes was hung up by a certain case, and a case file was brought out. With a "pop", they all flew down from the second floor and fell to the ground, forcing the pages to spread out.

Sang Ling picked it up casually and was about to throw it on, and swept her eyes at will. I saw that the case file was marked with the date and date, the seller's transaction and other information. This is the same case file she had checked just now, and it was not a transaction that the evil cultivator had bought her to complete.

At this time, the footsteps outside became denser, and she put down the case file and walked away. Suddenly sensing that something was wrong, the hand that put down the scroll immediately picked it up and looked at the key place:

"The time is the same?"

The hand holding the scroll immediately flipped through the countless papers behind her, and a page of information jumped into front of her clearly, this was the transaction record she was looking for.

“…… Traded objects, puppets...... Three Thousand Spirit Stones......"

His eyes flickered, and then he quickly slid to the last column, seller.

"Yes...... How can it be blank?! ”

Sang Ling was taken aback, and when she looked at it again, it was still blank, and after flipping through a few pages before and after, it was clearly written who the seller was, but her transaction was blank.

The footsteps outside the ghost pavilion sounded to the extreme at this time, Sang Ling could already hear the sound of the guards rushing to run and rub their robes, her heartbeat became like a drum at this time, but her feet seemed to be glued to the floor, she had never felt that she was so clearly close to the truth.

As long as one step, as long as one step further, find the seller, she can pierce the window paper in front of her, figure out all the things back then, and find out whether the person who has been hiding behind Zhongzhou is a ghost market.

The breath exchanged rapidly for two moments, and her brain was racing rapidly, and at this moment, she suddenly thought of the order of these case files in her mind, and quickly jumped on the railing, and then went to a place on the second floor. Then, according to the month, she found the case file of the current month, and easily found the transaction file she had just completed.

The ink fragrance spread out under his nose, the handwriting was clear, and he could see at a glance that the records just now were all in columns, and his fingers slid to the last column, and he paused suddenly:

"Again...... Blank. ”

Why are all the deals about her blank??

But it's clear that the seller who traded just now is a ghost market owner.

Don't!

Her pupils shook violently, and she had already guessed the answer.

However, at this moment, a slight sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded in the air, and the perception of danger was extremely amplified at this time, Sang Ling suddenly turned sideways to dodge, and at the same time, the case file was thrown back, and his body was already like electricity, and he was about to run out of the door in an instant.

Behind her, the ghost woman sneered disdainfully, her figure flashed like a ghost, and the scroll that was infused with spiritual energy only hit a little afterimage, and it was already empty.

And the ghost woman is already moving quickly, and she can reach her eyes out of thin air in the blink of an eye.

Sang Ling's steps to leave paused, and he had to avoid a mistake under his feet. No, the ghost woman had already waved her hand, and a black aura rushed over like a snake and scorpion.

Sang Ling was slightly startled, and quickly clicked a few times under her feet, subconsciously wanting to stay away from the ghost qi, but she didn't want the aura to follow closely and bite it.

At this time, the sound of footsteps outside the Ghost Pavilion was already gathering, and countless attendants surrounded the Ghost Pavilion.

The ghost woman lifted her eyelids a little, and looked at the figure who was dodging and avoiding the ghostly energy, and her face was not half relaxed. If it was an ordinary Jindan monk, he should have been entangled by the ghost qi a long time ago, sucked up the essence blood and died, but this person could still have the strength to fight at this time, and it would not be easy for someone to come.

Thinking of this, she shook her hands, and the ghost qi in the air condensed more solidly out of thin air, and suddenly turned around and walked towards Sang Ling's slender neck at a tricky angle.

Sang Ling's eyebrows moved, and the palm of his hand that wanted to fight back was stunned, as if he didn't react, he watched the ghost qi come over, and then in the next second, he felt a cold feeling in his neck drill in.

Her face turned pale in an instant, and she had been invisibly drained of her essence and blood.

The ghost woman sneered proudly in a hoarse voice:

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead, and the ghost pavilion is also something you can break into casually!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that Sang Ling, who was still weak and difficult to be weak, seemed to have the strength suddenly, took a big step back, rolled over on her side in the air, landed on her feet, grabbed her slender white fingers in the air, and condensed the aura in her hand into a rope with the space in her hand, and already grabbed the ghost qi in the palm of her hand, and looked at the ghost woman coldly, in the other party's disbelieving gaze, her hands pinched, and the ghost qi had been crushed.

It turned out to be a choice to retreat into advance!

The ghost woman vomited blood in one mouthful, she covered her chest and endured the pain of being eaten, and said in disbelief:

"Hide, who are you!"

Sang Ling looked up at her quietly, her eyes were as cold as a lake, but her facial features were covered under a mask, making it difficult to see clearly. The robe moved slightly, and she was already walking towards the weak ghost woman. Surrounded by outsiders, if you want to get out, the ghost woman is an excellent hostage.

Suddenly, as soon as the door opened, the double door was slammed open with a force, and the door slammed into the wall, and then it was bounced open, swaying from side to side.

A black gas bigger than the ghost woman suddenly rushed in from outside the house, Sang Ling folded her hands in front of her, and the aura protected her body, but she was still knocked back a step, and then her wrist hurt.

She was breathless, but there was a black ghost in front of her, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

I felt that my whole body was driven to rotate by the force that pinched my wrist, and then my hands were choked by the other party, and the whole person was buckled to the ground. The wooden floor was colder and icer than bluestone, and she shivered all over.

The strength of the buckle suddenly lightened, and Sang Ling was just about to speak, but in the next second, the ghost city lord was already silently reaching out to uncover the mask that was still obscuring under the hood.

This action came too suddenly, Sang Ling was startled, and reflexively avoided it with a side face, and at the same time, the aura was mobilized, and she was about to vigorously knock the person in front of her. I don't want to, the aura is not at all reacting, and the entire meridian is empty.

Someone was talking, as if guessing her doubts:

"If you are hit by the ghost qi, even if it is only a little, it will also make you unable to invoke the aura. After all, in the ghost market, I am the master. ”

The sound was as clear as the tinkling of spring water, followed by countless retreating footsteps, and the slow pace of the ghost woman in the house also left the house.

Sang Ling was suddenly stunned, and quickly reacted:

"You're a ghost city master!"

The person who came did not answer, but only looked at the person in his hand in silence. Because it was forcibly buckled, the woman's hair bun was all scattered, and the black hair and snow-white skin in the dark clouds and snow were still suffocating in beauty even if they couldn't see their faces clearly. The skin of the wrist that was forcibly pinched without sunlight was dazzlingly white.

The ghost city lord lowered his head, his eyes as cold and shallow as spring water looked at the skin, but there was no emotion in his voice that was moved:

"You want to check the files of the ghost market?"

Sang Ling didn't speak, the aura was already at the maximum at this time, and the mirror of retrospective migration worked overtime to call the mirror to dissolve the ghost qi that was hovering in the body.

Time passed slowly, but Sang Ling smiled and said deliberately:

"The ghost city lord is secretive, who are you?"

She was actually looking for a topic on purpose, but she wanted to stall for time. As long as she can mobilize a little aura, she can escape, or the eyes covered by the ghost can see the light again, and the prerequisite for everything is time.

I don't want to, the breath of the ghost city master in front of me is a condensation, and in the next second, the other party's fingertips have already touched the corners of the mask, and then moved, picking into the gap between the chin and the mask, touching a small section of the skin, and slowly increasing the force to pick up the mask.

Sang Ling only felt that her heartbeat was about to jump out of her throat, not ambiguous, but frightened, the mirror of retrospective migration in her body had already turned the speed to the maximum, and at the same time, her crazy movements became screaming chickens:

"Ahhhh Wait for me, sister, I'll be able to do it soon! Hold on! ”

Sang Ling was so noisy that her ears hurt, she closed her eyes tightly, and then moved her wrist, trying to struggle a few times as if she was out of strength, of course, her hand, which became powerless after being hit by the ghost, could not escape at all, and was pressed down in an instant.

The movement of the other party's fingers was restrained and stopped, and when she was about to move, Sang Ling suddenly opened her mouth at this time:

"Ghost City Master, who in this world can surpass the ghost market transaction and step on your head?"

The ghost city lord's gaze sank a little, and his voice was cold:

"Not really."

Sang Ling smiled, and although the smile was covered by a rough mask, she smiled brightly:

"It turns out that back then, it was like this."

The voice was faint as the wind dissipated, the ghost city master did not hear it clearly, he increased the strength in his hand, and when he took a good look at this little ghost who dared to trespass on the ghost pavilion, there was a faint buzzing sound in the air, and he let go of his hand, almost without much thought, and the ghost qi blocked his body.

In the next second, there was a "stab", and the thick ghost qi was easily cut through by a cold light like a rag, and the huge force hit him, pushing him out. The ghost city lord was not in a hurry, and at a few o'clock, he was already standing firmly aside.

Looking at the person outside the door, the first thing he saw was a silver sword. The tip of the sword pointed at him, and the moon was as cold as frost.

The hilt of the sword was in the hand of a person at this time, the monk was dressed in a white monk's robe, the robe had wide sleeves, the cuffs were tattooed with twig patterns, his posture was jade, and his temperament was as cold as the long sword in his hand, cold moon and frost.

Looking at each other, the aura in the man's hand was shocked, and suddenly countless sword qi flew like arrows, and the ghost city lord raised his hand to call on the ghost qi to resist, and in an instant, the person in place had been rescued.

The ghost city lord's face was hidden under the white mask, and he couldn't see any expression clearly, but his voice brought out a cold and gloomy voice.

"Xie Hanzhou."