Zhao Longcheng's efficiency was very fast, and he sent someone to deliver the prayer post that night.

In addition to the prayer post, I also saw a small ink fountain box on it.

"This thing is the treasure in Zhao Longcheng's mouth? It's a bit shabby. ”

Zhang Lingchuan said that there are three main forms of trading in the ghost market.

Barter, skill for trade, news for things.

And the money that we value most in the world is that no one cares about it in the ghost market.

Therefore, those who go to participate in the ghost market must also bring treasures or show their skills, otherwise even if they get the worship post, they will not enter easily.

"Don't underestimate this ink fountain box, it's an antique object handed down from the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty. From the true lineage, it is a good magic weapon to suppress evil and suppress ghosts. ”

"Have you heard of the black donkey's hooves in tomb robbery novels? Actually, that thing isn't really a donkey's hoof, it's this ink fountain box! ”

I see.

After listening to it, I was already full of curiosity about this ghost market.

"Boss, when are we leaving?"

Zhang Lingchuan opened his mouth and said: "Right now!" ”

What? Now immediately?

I saw him run up the little attic with a puff of smoke, and then down again after a while.

When he came down again, Zhang Lingchuan had one more thing in his hand.

"In the ghost market, there are a lot of fish and dragons, we can't just go over like this, we need some disguise."

He threw a mask into my hand: "You put it on and try it to see if it fits your face." ”

I picked up the soft mask and asked him a little strangely, "This is a human skin mask??" ”

Zhang Lingchuan: "God fucking human skin, if I could get that thing, I would have been arrested and sent to prison by the Special Investigation Bureau." ”

"It's a !! made of pigskin"

I followed Zhang Lingchuan's instructions and put it on my face.

Sometimes I have to admire the wisdom of these people in the rivers and lakes.

When I put on a simple mask, I immediately took on the form of another person.

After we both dressed up in disguise, Zhang Lingchuan took the greeting post and the ink bucket case, and went out again in the stars and moons.

Set off again, Zhang Lingchuan said to me in the car.

"The ghost market is only held once a year, and this year's ghost market will be held between 1 and 4 a.m. tomorrow, so we can only travel at night."

I nodded in understanding.

With that, he lit a cigarette to refresh himself.

Seeing that I was looking at him, he pulled around in the car again, then pulled out a pack of spicy noodles and threw it to me.

"You can also eat some pick-me-ups."

I looked at the spicy strip with a complicated expression, and slowly spoke: "Boss, I think you look down on people a little." ”

Ulsan is a small town tucked away in a long mountain road.

At the foot of Yushan Town, Zhang Lingchuan put the car, took my things and took me to the mountain.

"It's going to be a while, you can see more and talk less, you must follow me."

I nodded: "Don't worry, boss, I understand." ”

It was a bit cold at night, and we hurried away and didn't talk.

Halfway through, I also saw a few people rushing up the hill as well.

Presumably the people who went to participate in the ghost market.

I looked at them curiously, not knowing what treasures they were carrying with them to exchange.

After a while, Zhang Lingchuan said in a low voice: "It's here." ”

It's not the same as the mysterious sight I imagined.

With an ordinary gate and an ordinary structure, it looks like an ordinary house.

However, there were two tall men standing in front of the gate, checking the prayers and treasures of the visitors one by one.

When it was our turn, the man spread his hands impatiently.

"Bring the post and the treasure."

I followed Zhang Lingchuan and took out the prayer post, and then he put out the ink bucket in his arms.

"The old ink bucket during the Qing Dynasty, once the Quanzhen Taoist Lord once tamed the zombie king of southern Sichuan."

Seeing the ink box, the man waved his hand and let the two of us in.

The people behind us also reported the treasures they had brought one by one.

I heard that someone brought an elixir to increase strength, and someone brought a night pearl in the mouth of the martyred concubine.

This is relatively normal.

When I walked in, I realized that this seemingly ordinary place had a hole in it!

The people who are already waiting in the infield have some Siamese Guman Tong and Kunlun's Ganoderma lucidum grass in their hands.

Good guys, there are all kinds of rare treasures.

On this trip, I have gained a lot of insight by Zhang Lingchuan's side.

We stayed inside for a while, and then we saw Jiang Shichen appear.

The second child of the Jiang family, perennial in the metaphysical circle.

This is already a well-known thing in the world, and he greeted everyone very stylishly as soon as he appeared.

Zhang Lingchuan and I stood in the corner, waiting for the ghost market to begin.

There were two people who came to preside over the ghost market ceremony, one wearing a bull's head mask and the other wearing a horse mask.

Zhang Lingchuan explained to me in a whisper: "This ghost market has been circulated for a long, long time, and according to legend, this ghost market was held by the ghost pawn Niu Tou Ma Mian in the underworld at the earliest, in order to let people have a place to trade with ghosts. ”

"But now, they're all a bunch of greedy people who will do whatever it takes to get what they want."

Immediately after, the Bull-Headed Mask Man began to speak high-sounding words.

To the effect that I would like to thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to participate in this ghost market transaction, and I hope that everyone will be honest and take out their good belongings to exchange things and so on.

"Now the first treasure we trade in the ghost market is a Ming vessel from the tomb of Concubine Chen in the South China Sea, a night pearl! Do you want to exchange the Night Pearl? ”

……

The first few things in the opening show were appetizers that didn't catch our attention at all.

Jiang Shichen hugged back and forth, sat on the chair, and smoked his cigar again and again.

At this time, a strange-looking old man suddenly appeared, and I saw a slight smile on Jiang Shichen's face.

At the same time, Zhang Lingchuan cursed in a low voice.

"He even dared to show his face!"

I turned my head and asked Zhang Lingchuan: "Boss, are you talking about the old man next to Jiang Shichen?" Do you know him? ”

Zhang Lingchuan's clenched back molars creaked.

"Not only do we know, but the grudge between us is gone! For so many years, I thought this guy was dead, but I really didn't expect him to defect to the Jiang family. ”

"I said I couldn't even find him in the Special Investigation Bureau."

I nodded, thinking to myself that the boss had a deep grudge with him.

"What is the origin of that old man, I see that many people around me are afraid of him."

"His name is the old ghost of the grotto, and he turned away from the crooked path of the evil sect, and he once stripped the human skin of hundreds of pregnant women in order to refine an extremely strong ghost!"

Damn, this is too cruel!

"Needless to say, he must be an S-class wanted criminal of the Special Investigation Bureau."

Zhang Lingchuan nodded: "However, it doesn't matter. Since he dares to show his face, don't plan to go back! ”

I know he's murderous.

The life of this old ghost in the grotto has to be here nine times out of ten.

We chatted for a while, and the bull and horse noodles on the stage suddenly became excited.

"The next thing we're going to exchange is a crystal coffin from the old ghost in the grotto! This coffin covered in crystal is said to have been made from under the Yellow River. Does anyone want it? ”

I jerked my head back.

Sure enough, it's a crystal coffin!