A new world opened up in the body.

Lu Fan woke up from the chaos and found that the surroundings seemed to be plunged into the darkness of the Nine Shadows, and the smell of decay was everywhere.

"Am I not reincarnated? How do you make it like borrowing a corpse to resurrect a soul? ”

He thought that he was under the ground or in a coffin, and he was about to break through the ground when he mobilized Yuan Qi.

I didn't think about it, and before I had time to do it, I suddenly felt a flash of light in front of me.

It wasn't very bright, just moonlight and a little lantern light.

But for Lu Fan, who was immersed in the darkness of the Nine Shadows, it was tantamount to the underground people seeing the sun.

In the next second, his gaze began to recover, and countless messages poured into the Six Senses.

"Before Me"

Lu Fan frowned and looked around.

It is a long street of compacted loess, and there are some ancient Chinese buildings lining the streets.

Although it was late at night and the Jade Rabbit was in the middle of the sky, white lanterns were hung on both sides of the long street, and the lights and moonlight were also bright.

The long street is even more crowded, but the pedestrians are dressed in clothing, either wide clothes and sleeves, or sackcloth short dozens, and even the goods sold by street vendors are also hairpins, sugar gourds, etc., without the slightest trace of modern society.

It's like diving headlong into a costume drama.

There was a light fog on the street, and although the lights were still bright, the farther away it was a little fainter.

Therefore, pedestrians seem to come from nothingness and enter the void anew.

"Selling sugar gourds!" An old man carrying a straw pole shouted on the side of the street.

"Today's newly picked mountain flowers." The little girl in Suluo's skirt passed by Lu Fan with a basket on her shoulder.

New world?

Lu Fan walked on this long street, feeling that this new world was a little interesting.

It stinks, worse than the smell of rot in the dark!

"Guest."

A middle-aged man with a white cloth on his shoulders suddenly stopped him.

"Do you want noodles?"

"Noodles?"

Lu Fan stopped and tilted his head to look at the middle-aged man's noodle stall.

I don't know what material it was made of, it turned out to be black, and these chopped green onions were sprinkled on top, and when it was washed by the hot noodle soup, the heat mixed with the aroma hit people's faces.

"Let's have a bowl of noodles, there are soup noodles, there are dry noodles, there are them."

The introduction of the chatter of the middle-aged man.

Face? It's kind of interesting!

Lu Fan was just about to speak, when he heard a hoarse voice from the next seat.

"Shopkeeper, your noodle soup tastes light."

Looking over with the sound, an old man with a rickety figure moved to the cauldron where the noodles were boiling with a noodle bowl.

"Okay, the guests are waiting, I'll mention it."

Let's say, the noodle stall owner held his head with both hands, and with such a turn, his head was actually twisted off by himself, and then he groped for the noodle pot with his hands, and threw his head into the boiling noodle soup.

This is the noodles, this is the soup!

The flame under the pot was not red but green, and it was not wood burning inside, but human bones.

Such a terrifying scene, but the surrounding diners did not look surprised.

Lu Fan looked at the other vendors on the long street with a smile.

"Your flowers."

With a smile, the little girl in the Suro skirt took out a dead man's hand from the basket and handed it to a pair of pale men and women.

"Sugar gourd, take it."

The old man took off a bamboo stick, and instead of sugar balls, red eyes were inserted on it.

He crouched down and handed the string of eyeballs to a child with pigtails.

The boy took the string of eyeballs, and opened his mouth wide, and the mouth opened wider and wider, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be about to crack to the base of his ear, and even one of his own eyeballs was squeezed out, but he caught the eyeballs without care, and stuffed them into his mouth with the string of eyeballs.

"Click."

Juice splashes.

Lu Fan turned his head, and where was the face in front of him.

The black noodles were clearly a clump of hair soaked in water, and the green onions on them were maggots that had been chopped with knives.

Where is this night market, it is clearly a ghost market!

Looking back at the direction of the noodle pot, the old man stood in place with a noodle bowl in his hand, and the headless boss was stirring the pot with a long-handled spoon, boiling the human head soup cooked by his own head.

The aroma of the soup enters the nose again, making people sick to their stomachs.

"Guest, why don't you eat noodles? Why not give money? ”

The headless noodle stall owner floated behind Lu Fan and asked in a voice full of resentment.

In an instant, the street suddenly fell silent, and the ghosts who were originally doing their own things stopped what they were doing, looked at this side in unison, and slowly gathered around.

The road ahead was blocked.

"Eating noodles? Give money? ”

Lu Fan didn't have the slightest shy idea of not being able to turn around in the face of evil worship, and turned to look at the noodle stall owner.

With one hand, he squeezed his skull around his waist, and it was steaming hot and water-stained.

"Guest." The head opened its mouth and said, "You can't be without money!" ”

Lu Fan nodded and did not speak.

"That doesn't matter."

The head said with a smile, and as he spoke, he pushed his head back to his neck, and wiped the soup on his face with a rag, perhaps it was overcooked, and where the rag had been wiped, all the skin and flesh were open, revealing the white bones.

"Guests can pay for it with other things."

"Offset?"

"That's right!" The noodle stall owner said quietly, "Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, can you get anywhere?" ”

After speaking, the ghosts approached.

They either show a hideous death look, or they show a greedy and vicious look.

The old ghost with strings of eyes stared at his eyes, and the female ghost who sold flowers looked at his hands.

Greedy gaze fell on every part of the body.

These demons wanted to tear him off.

Surrounded by ghosts, Lu Fan smiled even more in his heart.

It's interesting, it's so interesting, this world is interesting, and this way of [entering] is even more interesting!

The darkness before was not an illusion, it should be the land of the Nine Secluded Places.

This world should be said to have an underworld, and using the replica to enter the body is not the previous way to open the door.

This also led to some minor bugs.

Therefore, when you first land, your position is the intersection of the underworld and the yang.

And itself exists as a quantum state that seems to be non-existent, and seems to be nothing.

Slowly, he came back to life, and after becoming a living person, he would naturally automatically stay away from the Nine Shadows.

But in this world, he is not a living person.

It is estimated that the will of the world has given him here according to a fixed procedure.

Ghost city, this is a ghost city!

Leaving the place where yin and yang divide, he did not go to the underworld, but he did not have coordinates (flesh) in the human world, so he naturally wanted to go to the ghost market.

In other words, if an ordinary person dies and does not go to the underworld by mistake, but his physical body has been damaged, he will also come to the ghost market.

As for whether it is a ghost market, it is not necessarily.

Lu Fan looked at the group of ghosts around him, planning to teach them how to make ghosts.

Suddenly.

A white lantern came out of the ghost's crack.

"Excuse me."

Immediately afterwards, a man who had wrapped himself tightly in his cloak followed the lantern and came out.

"I gave him the face money for him."

After speaking, the man took out a handful of paper money from his cloak, stuffed it into the arms of the noodle shop owner, and then grabbed Lu Fan's wrist and shouted in a low voice: "Follow me." ”

As he spoke, he pointed the white lantern in his hand forward.

The demons in front of the lantern dispersed along the way.

The man in the cloak took Lu Fan all the way and ran quickly, Lu Fan only felt that the scenery on both sides was changing, the white lanterns hanging on the street were gradually becoming scarce, and the ghosts on the side of the road were nowhere to be seen.

Finally, the two stopped, and the white lantern in their hands flickered a few times, and then a warm orange-red light rose, as if they had returned to the world.

Lu Fan looked back, and there was no noisy ghost market behind him.

All you can see is a few dilapidated huts and tiled huts, sandwiched between a short, narrow dirt road.

There were a few dots of turquoise phosphorus fire wafting in the middle.

There was a sound of laughter behind him, and the man in the cloak untied the cloak on his body, but inside was an old Taoist priest with gray hair.

The old Taoist priest yelled at him.

"You kid is long, yes or no? Is it possible to break into a ghost market casually? If it weren't for the old way today, I would ......"

As he spoke, Lao Dao took the wooden handle of the lantern and poked it at Lu Fan a few times, "The heart, liver and spleen have to be used by that dead ghost as a cheek, and the bones have to be used as firewood." ”

"I see!"

Lu Fan pretended to be suddenly enlightened, smiled and bowed his hand to the old Taoist priest to express his gratitude: "Thank you old immortal." ”

It was a kind word, but unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest suddenly had crooked eyes and slanted mouth, and his saliva was trembling.

After about three seconds, he returned to normal, and like a frightened cat, he scurried five or six meters away.

With vigilant eyes, he looked at Lu Fan from afar: "You, you, what are you doing, you kid!" ”

Can't stand it? Am I not able to stand his thanks or his flattery?

No, no, no, it can't be, this guy is not the emperor of the world, let alone a destiny star from the sky, there is no reason!

The old Taoist priest couldn't fathom Lu Fan for a while, and when he looked at him again, he suddenly felt that the fog on this person's body was ten thousand times thicker than the ghost fog in the ghost market.

"Me?"

Lu Fan thought for a moment and said, "I only know that my name is Lu Fan, I don't know where I come from, I don't know where I should go!" ”

"Lost souls? Aren't you trying to make me? The old Taoist priest was a little surprised.

"It's not a lost soul."

Lu Fan looked affirmative: "I don't know, I can't remember." ”

Hearing him say this, the old Taoist priest was a little relieved, and tiptoed up half a step closer.

No response.

Half a step closer.

No response.

This time he stepped forward, but unexpectedly, Lu Fan arched his hand again: "Thank you." ”

"Yo yo!"

The old Taoist priest blocked his hand in front of him and let out a strange scream, and it took a long time before he put it down in embarrassment.

It's a stress reaction, and it's not as unbearable as before.

It seems that it is the sentence [old fairy], which has nothing to do with thanking or anything.

"You'll flatter people less in the future, you know?"

"For the gods?" Lu Fan asked with a cute face.

"There is no why!"

The old Taoist priest pretended to be bold and glared at him, but he didn't react, and he glared again, but he didn't react.

This time I was completely relieved: "In short, you can thank others in the future, but you just can't flatter others, you know?" ”

"Oh."

"Hmph."

The old Taoist priest nodded with a chirp, and then stepped out, his body changed unpredictably, and left this place.

After a long time, he turned back and looked at Lu Fan: "Why don't you leave?" ”

"Where are you going?"

"Keep up with me!"

Lu Fan looked at him with a very strange look: "I thought you were a ghost, and you disappeared after rubbing it." ”

“.”

Now the old Taoist priest seemed to have been tempted enough, and scratched his head: "I won't tell you, I also thought you were a ghost, a ghost, a ghost, a ghost!" ”

He was sick again, his mouth crooked, his eyes slanted, and his saliva was trembling.

Three seconds later, the old Taoist priest screamed and ran far away: "I won't play with you anymore, you, you, you're wrong!" ”

After eating a trench and growing wise, he summed up the following points.

First, you can't let Lu Fan flatter you, otherwise you will suffer.

Second, you can't scold Lu Fan, otherwise you will suffer.

Third, this kid has a problem, a big problem!

Fourth, I can't leave him alone.

We all know that curiosity kills cats, but the problem is that cats have nine lives!

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"When it was prosperous here, it was originally a market, but then it was a disaster, and before the disaster passed, there were bandits, and the bandits attracted soldiers, and after three rounds, the living people died and walked away, and only some ghosts were still lingering here."

As he spoke, Lao Dao led Lu Fan into a dilapidated tile on the side of the road.

It was dilapidated, with cracks in the walls, falling windows, and some holes in the roof of the head, but it was barely sheltered from the wind and rain.

Lu Fan's gaze swept over the corner of the wall, where two dry bones, one large and one small, hugged each other and died.

"Don't be afraid." Lao Dao smiled and said, "This dry bone doesn't bite." ”

After saying that, he walked over to the dry bones and made a mockery.

"Master, this little brother is also going to spend a night in your house, please forgive me."

The same is true for Lu Fan.

The two ghosts floating in the air by the dry bones, it was a peasant woman holding a child, dressed in rags and with a withered yellow face.

At this time, the old Taoist priest found another blind spot.

This strange boy, when he learned to make jokes by himself, the strength of the fairy wind bones was much richer than his own!

No, it can't be said that the fairy wind Dao bone is like a Taoist immortal who is serious!

Good skin, if I had your tenth-twelfth bearing back then, why bother to get to this point today.

The old Taoist priest attributed everything to Lu Fan's good looks.

The two of them made a simple bed in each corner of the house with straw.

Lao Dao sat cross-legged on the couch and said:

"The old Taoist number is mysterious, the common family name is Liu, the single name is a Jing word, the kid calls me Liu Daoren."

"Liu Daoren."

Lu Fan called out honestly.

"What about you? Call you Lu Fan? ”

Seeing that he was not sick, the old Taoist priest became a little bolder, and the heart of death came up again.

"Ahem, I'm obsessed with how old you are, it's okay to call you Lu boy, right?"

No response.

"It's okay to call you Xiao Lu, right?"

Still no response.

"Call you."

Bang!!!!

A thunderclap suddenly appeared in the sky outside, blocking back what the old Taoist priest was about to say.

His face turned pale with fright.

It's strange that the two ghosts who should have been scattered under the thunder were unharmed.

It was as if this thunder was specifically aimed at the old Taoist.

"Just call you Lu Fan!"

The old Taoist priest trembled his lips: "Sleep, sleep, talk about something tomorrow!" ”

Lu Fan was very curious, what was his last name?

As for the heavenly vision, there is not much to say about that.

Lu Fan glanced at the sky through the hole in the roof.

Heaven seemed to be watching him too.

It's such an interesting world, I don't have an opinion, be a really good person and a good Taoist here.

See what good you can give me!

(End of chapter)