Of course, there must be rules, but I really don't understand what rules there are in this place. I also felt a little embarrassed by this sloppy-looking person's words, and I didn't know what to do with the hand holding the knife, whether to put it back or continue to hold it, and when I was hesitating last night, Da Mao suddenly pulled my sleeve and said to me, Brother Shankong, don't struggle, this room is full of ghosts.

Da Mao is an outstanding Tianyan master in the younger generation, and when he comes to such a place, he is naturally more vigilant than me. People who have opened their eyes don't care whether the room is light or dark, and the vision they can see is far beyond what mortals like me can see with the naked eye. So after he entered the house, he may not have been able to see the person meditating on the ground like me, but Da Mao must have seen the ghost in the room.

It wasn't until Da Mao said this that I subconsciously sniffed hard with my nose, and found that in addition to the dust smell of old wood and stones, there was indeed a faint smell of rotten eggs in this room. So I put down the scimitar in my hand and said to the middle-aged man holding the candle, this master, I'm sorry, we are indeed newcomers, we don't know the rules, if we collide with you, I hope that we are young and ignorant, and bear with us.

As we all know, I wasn't originally a person who could talk like that, but over the years, I have experienced decades of ups and downs, and my speech has begun to become much more old-fashioned. The man saw that I apologized seriously, so he crossed my side, walked to the door, reopened the old wooden door that had just been closed by me and Da Mao, and then pointed to a chicken feather hanging upside down on the door and said, You didn't see this before you entered the house, which means that this pit is occupied, this is the rule of this ghost place, you are new at a glance, while there is no chaos, get out of here.

Listening to his tone, he seems to not care about our trespassing, but he is too lazy to talk nonsense with us. However, although this man has not been very good, he has not made any radical moves against me. After saying this, he went back to the tattered straw mat on which he had meditated and sat down, and then he meditated again. Then he coldly threw a sentence to me and Da Mao, remembering to cover the door when you went out.

Da Mao and I glanced at each other, but neither of us moved. Although I now know that these houses look dilapidated on the outside, they are actually inhabited inside, probably the buyers or sellers here. If we go out at this moment, we may not be able to find a house without chicken feathers, and from this person there are ghosts in the house, and the dark ones do not sleep but meditate, this guy is different from anyone I have ever seen in this industry before. But this industry can be regarded as all-encompassing, and there are so many capable people, but not all of them may have the luck of mine and be able to experience such adventures. So I asked, "This senior, is there any empty room around here that can accommodate us?"

The middle-aged man said lazily, you have long eyes, and your friend has opened his eyes, won't you see for yourself? When I heard this, I was even more shocked, this guy was able to say that Da Mao had opened his eyes in such a short period of time, but not Yin and Yang eyes, which showed that Da Mao had been recognized by this middle-aged man in the short gesture just now.

This guy is not a bit of a problem, I told myself this, seeing that there was no hostility towards each other, I had the courage to walk up to him again, squatted down and said to him, this senior, I haven't asked for advice yet, are you? I asked politely, but was rudely interrupted by this person, he said, what is my surname, you know it or not, it doesn't matter, this place is not a place for little dolls like you to play, let's go now, and you, a little friend with a covered face, who suffered a big loss here with your master earlier, why don't you learn a lesson.

I'm even more sure that this person is deeply hidden, otherwise in the dark, how could I recognize Da Mao at a glance. And the implication of his words, Da Mao and Wang Chengqian suffered a loss here, Da Mao said that he was a child, and others could still have the opportunity to bully and bully, but Wang Chengqian was a master who had been famous for a long time, and his personality was definitely not the kind of person who was willing to suffer.

Da Mao stammered, how... Did you see it all? The man snorted and said, "I saw it, all the people on the long street at that time saw it, but those people may not have such a good memory as me, and they just remember you master and apprentice." Hearing him say this, I was a little relieved, if everyone here could recognize Da Mao from just his eyebrows, then Da Mao would be exposed. But the man continued, but don't worry, the people here are all sweeping the snow in front of their own doors, and they can't talk to each other, and the two of you I saw today are the first time I've spoken in three months.

The candles in the room have been burning for a long time, and the door is open with a small crack, so at this moment I can see clearly, on the ground in the house, there are a few baskets, containing radishes, apples, vegetable leaves, etc., all of which can be eaten raw, although the vegetable leaves are not delicious to eat raw, but they can satisfy hunger, this man said that he has been here for several months, could it be that in the past few months, he has survived by eating these things?

It seems that if I want to get something out of the other person's mouth, I have to give the other party an account first. So I told him that he was a two-lineage teacher, and reported the names of my two masters, when he heard Lin Qishan, the man was indifferent, but when he heard Qin Bukong, he opened his eyes and looked at me for a long time, and then said to me, young man, there must be a limit to lying, Qin Bukong died a few years ago, but everyone knows that this strange person will never marry a wife or have children in his life, let alone accept apprentices, the next time you lie, remember to understand first.

I heard him say this, which showed that he knew Qin Bukong's name, and he was faintly proud in his heart. It's just that he didn't know that Qin Bukong accepted me as a stubborn person, which means that he and Qin Bukong are not very familiar with each other, maybe they just heard some rumors in the rivers and lakes. So I took out the Miao Wu scimitar from my bag again, and said to him, this knife was passed down by Qin Bukong, and the gray hair on it was Qin Bukong's hair. With that, I handed the knife to the person in front of me.

I'm not worried that he'll snatch my sword away and not return it, because the blade of the knife requires a spell to become one with the person who wielded it, and to achieve the effect of defeating the enemy. Even if the average person steals it, it can only be used as a tool for cutting pigweed. The man took the scimitar and looked at the dirt and marks on the weld of the handle and the blade for a moment, and then believed me. He stood up and said to me, young man, since you are the apprentice of Qin's seniors, you and I are considered peers, you don't have to call me a senior anymore, I am just a down-and-out person, and I really can't afford the title of senior. My name is Jia Ma Dan, I won't go into details about where the master is, it's insulting to the teacher.

When I first heard the name, I didn't know it was written like that. But I know that "Jiama" is a Qiang surname. The names of the Qiang people are a little different from those of the Han people, most of us have the surname of the son with the father's surname, while the Qiang people have the name of the place where the house is located in addition to the father's surname, for example, the house is built under the wall, maybe the person will be surnamed "wall". And there is also an important source of the name, which is that the Qiang wizard gives a name after a certain calculation. It is possible that the name is not the last name of the parents, or it may be completely random and unrelated to the family, but because it is calculated by the wizard, the name is often more valued by the user.

Of course, I won't ask why Jia Ma Dan is down, but from his dirty living environment, unkempt appearance, and living standard of eating turnips and greens every day, it is actually enough to explain the problem. But this person is very observant, he can see the crux of the problem at a glance, and he is not hostile to me, and he is an old fritter in this place, if you ask from him, you may be able to get some clues.

But the question was whether I could trust this person, especially when we first met. After Jia Ma Dan told me his name, he didn't talk much, maybe telling me his name was also because of a respect for Qin Bukong. I originally wanted to ask a little bit about the inside story, such as whether there is a place worth digging in this Sanchuan ghost market, where is the power behind it, etc., but before I could speak, I saw Jia Ma Dan re-table, crossed his legs, and then put his hands on his knees and closed his eyes.

So I couldn't ask the good question I thought, because it would be very rude to ask it again at this moment. So I stood up and said to Jiamadan, then we will take our leave first, maybe we will stay here for a while, if there is anything I don't understand, I hope that Brother Jiama will give you advice.

Since he said that he was the same age as me, but he was so much older than me, I didn't know what kind of title to call him for a while, so I simply called him "Brother Jiama".

Under the faint light, I saw Jia Ma Dan nodding slightly, which was considered acquiescence. But that silent look also seems to be driving us out. So Da Mao and I turned around and left the house, and as he said, we closed the door as we left. However, I secretly noted down the man's location, thinking that no matter what, I had to see for myself how the ghost market worked.

So after Da Mao and I went out, we went looking for the kind of house that didn't have chicken feathers hanging on it.