While combing through his own harvest, he has come to the stall area.

At this moment, the sky was already dark, and the entire market was illuminated by countless blood-red lanterns, and there were several human lanterns in the sky, floating with strange smiles.

Under the red light, the stall market has lost the breath of life in the daytime.

The strong smell of rancid smell was permeating, and the vendors wearing shrouds, wearing dead makeup, stiff faces, and weird smiles, dutifully set up their night market stalls.

On the stalls, there are no more garbage spirits in the daytime.

I don't know when, the talisman and animal skin turned into a scalp with hair, a human skin painted with blood, the spirit fruit turned into a rotten skull, and all kinds of stumps and severed arms emitted a rich rancid smell.

The few fresh bones and stumps stand out like a treasure.

Forcibly enduring the discomfort in his heart and suppressing the horror in his heart, Wang Zijia came to a fringe vendor and stopped.

"What do you like about this lord?" The vendor was a half-grown young man, squeezing out a flattering smile with a dead face, and said flattering to Wang Zijia, which made the atmosphere a little more permeable.

Wang Zijia looked at the various pieces of carrion on his stall, which was the most rubbish in the market.

"I have some secret things that I want to sell, and you will come with me to the alley to trade?" Wang Zijia said tentatively.

If he were a normal person, he would definitely not use such a crotch-pulling method, but for the trickery of these established patterns, his current identity is equivalent to a program bug, and he is not in the setting at all.

Sure enough, the half-grown young man only hesitated slightly, then nodded and accepted Wang Zijia's invitation.

The two walked into a deep alley on the side of the market.

Obviously, the entrance of the alley leads directly to the main street, which is very prosperous. It's unusually dark here, and the blood-red light rarely shines here.

"Adults don't know you're going to sell ········"

Without waiting for the young man to speak, the figures of the five ghosts emerged from the void, and they no longer needed to turn into physical flesh and blood as before, enveloping each other.

Directly turned into a cloud of ghost mist, pouring into the young man's body, the young man who was like a dead man was completely frozen, and on his pale face, the blue and black ghosts were full of energy, like a corpse, and he really became a dead man.

Wang Zijia stepped forward skillfully, and a grain of crystal sand floated out from his fingers and fell into his mouth.

The familiar feeling hit, and what made Wang Zijia stunned was that every time he had cultivated demons before, even if the books couldn't do it, the resistance was very strong.

But this time, Wang Zijia was stunned to find that the other party's resistance had become slighter, that is, symbolic resistance, and then no longer resisted, and even Wang Zijia felt a sense of closeness from the book.

'Is this a success of alchemy?' ’

Or is it because of the blood drops? ’

Wang Zijia frowned slightly, thinking about the changes before and after.

Immediately he didn't pay attention to it, now that it was easier, his demon cultivation consumption became smaller, and the refining progress could be further accelerated.

got up and left the alley, and came to the Fang Market next door again, Wang Zijia began to do it again.

As the stall owners were refined by Wang Zijia, the pieces of paper that had stopped growing began to grow again, and the number of people in the stall market began to gradually decrease.

Normally, everyone knows that something is wrong, but these stall owners don't seem to notice.

Each set up their own stalls, and there was no reaction to Wang Zijia, who took people away one by one.

If he had done this yesterday, even if the members of Fang City had taken him as a trick, they would have reacted by now. But at this moment, the automatic stress mechanism of the entire Fang City has no reaction to his internal program bug.

Time passed unconsciously, and the night passed quietly in Wang Zijia's tirelessness, and it came to the day again.

Wang Zijia is still busy, the volume of the paper he has refined is almost the size of a book, and the entire stall area is also in his pocket.

Then he thought about it and came to Tianxiang Building the day before yesterday.

At this moment, even during the day, Tianxiang Building is very lively, and all kinds of benefactors are endless, but there is no woman who goes to the street to solicit customers like at night.

"Ouch, this adult, please come inside!" As soon as Wang Zijia stepped into the door, a mother greeted her warmly, holding Wang Zijia's arm and greeting her warmly.

The interior of Tianxiang Building is a standard traditional fence building, with various seats around the first floor and a stage in the center.

A wooden staircase at the bottom leads to the second floor, where various private rooms are located above. You can open the window to see the stage below, and you can do your own work behind closed doors.

Wang Zijia came to the hall, looked around for a moment, and his eyes stopped at a corner of the hall.

I saw that there was a weak young man with a rickety figure, and at this moment, the other party was dressed as a turtle man, trembling and wandering around the main hall, picking up all kinds of garbage.

Wang Zijia's gaze stayed on his face, it was none other than the previous thirteenth.

"My lord turned out to be good at this, this is simple, we also have a romantic talent in Tianxiang Building, you are satisfied." Because of Wang Zijia's gaze, after seeing it, my mother said with a smile on her face.

Wang Zijia: "······"

"Don't worry, I understand, I understand." When my mother saw Wang Zijia's embarrassed face, she thought she was embarrassed, a tone I understand.

Wang Zijia: "·······"

'You know how to use a hammer. The thought was turning, and Wang Zijia said indifferently: "Just arrange a girl for me to enter the room." ”

"Don't order anything else?" Mom asked in confirmation.

Wang Zijia darkened his face and said, "It's not enough to call again." ”

After that, he flicked his sleeves and walked towards the second floor. A little bit of glittering light flew towards Thirteen.

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At the same time, on the other side, it is difficult to fly on the square.

I don't know when, it was already full of coffins, and there were living corpses lying in each coffin.

Especially in the center of the square, there are hundreds of coffins.

At this moment, there are young girls lying inside, they are all carefully dressed, like sleeping beauties, sleeping peacefully in the coffin, slowly like life.

If Wang Zijia is here, he can recognize it at a glance, most of these are disciples of the three sects.

In the very center of the altar, on the edge of the altar, the people in a few coffins seemed to be rolling their eyes with their eyes closed.

Gu Xuefeng, whom Wang Zijia knew, was one of them, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, the eyeballs under his eyelids kept shaking, and the long sword in his arms trembled slightly, but there was nothing he could do.

Over time, the festival was perfected by a group of people.

Yesterday, when all the dozens of diners who were lucky not to lie in the coffin yesterday, except for Wang Zijia, all of them were present, and the fake real people finally floated to the altar in the center of the festival.

"Meet the real person!" Dozens of diners have completely forgotten their identities and brought them into the role setting of the Tricky Domain.

It's late, look at the monthly ticket folder, some vote two, don't be moldy!!

(End of chapter)