Since I knew at this moment that I couldn't enter the house with chicken feathers, I found that kind of empty house, and now it has become a problem. But fortunately, it is hot and coming and going every day, and after the people in front leave, they will also tear off the chicken feathers on the door and throw them on the ground. So Da Mao and I found a room, which looked tattered, but the chicken feathers had been discarded on the floor. So I pushed the door and asked twice and no one answered, and Da Mao also saw that there were no ghosts inside, so he was sure that it was an empty house, and we moved in.

The floor was very dirty, there was a quilt that was used as a mat on it, and the fabric of the futon was old and looked dirty. Probably because the people who live in this house fall asleep directly on it, and they don't care about it. But Da Mao and I couldn't accept such a dirty place, so we dusted the quilt outside the door a few times, and then spread our own clothes on it, which could barely be regarded as a bed.

The place to live is settled, and all that remains is to eat and drink. There is a small stream on the edge of the ancient town, which leads directly to the small ditch under the earthen bridge, and the problem of drinking water has been solved, after all, the stream still looks quite clear. One of the huts in the house is a thatched pit that doesn't even have a roof, so pooping and pulling birds can be regarded as a solution, and the key is to eat. Da Mao and I still have some steamed buns, even if we are frugal, we can only support about a day at most, and where do we go to find food for the rest of the time? There are no insects and no birds in this bamboo forest, so it is not realistic to want to eat some game to satisfy your hunger. You can't open your mouth to find someone to eat, even if that's the case, who are you looking for, do you want to nibble on radishes and eat vegetables with Jia Ma Dan?

This incident completely stumped me and Da Mao, and I blame that we didn't think of it before, and when Da Mao was imprisoned here, someone came to bring him food every day, so there was no need to worry about these problems. So I still blame myself for being too inexperienced, and at the same time, I am a little more afraid of the mystery of this place.

So I discussed with Da Mao, planning to at least put it over tonight first, no matter what, because there is a ghost market at night, if we are lucky enough to see the clues in a short time, maybe we can leave here tomorrow. Calculate the time, there are about two hours before dark, so I discussed it with Da Mao, when the ghost market starts at night, he wants to accompany me throughout the whole day, let me know what is in that place, but don't act rashly, no matter what you find, you must discuss it with me before doing it.

In the next time, I let Da Mao rest first and nourish his spirit, and because it was the first time I came to such a place, although I was afraid and scared, there was still a trace of excitement, maybe this is the case with people in our industry, the more mysterious things I felt, the more interested I became. So I kept crouching by the door, peeking out through the small crack in the door. When the day first began to darken, the quiet environment around the surroundings suddenly became a little noisy and lively, and the houses with almost all the doors closed all the way could more or less be seen through the candlelight, the sound of someone coughing, the sound of someone chanting, and the sound of someone chopping vegetables on the cutting board with a knife. It gave me the illusion that I was in a different world.

This feeling is like listening to a monk friend of Master talk about the eighteen layers of hell in the Buddhist scriptures, which are eerie and strange, and it is this inexplicable sense of fear that makes me have a wonderful feeling for the first time about this place called Sanchuan Ghost City.

Once it starts to get dark, it will go down faster. It didn't take long for me to see only some of the outlines of the house. At this time, the lights in many houses suddenly turned on, and people began to walk out of the houses with lanterns and bamboo baskets and wooden benches on their backs. In our time, because there was electricity, people either used flashlights, or candles, but it was rare to see people carrying the cylindrical lanterns of white paper, which were only used when I was learning from the Master. And these people came out of the house one after another, almost all of them carried a lantern of the same style in their hands, which looked very much like a funeral procession.

And the most strange thing for me was not only that, because I was hiding behind the crack in the door, and through the crack I could see many people walking in front of me, some of them holding spirit flags, some of them dragging a hemp rope in their hands, and sometimes I could hear the heavy footsteps that were different from the weight of normal people, as if these people were followed by a huge person who I could not see, and every heavy footstep reminded me that they were holding ghosts, all ghosts, not people!

In just over ten minutes, there were already dozens of people passing by in front of our door, perhaps because of preconceived ideas, when I saw these people, I subconsciously thought of these people as a little more gloomy. And these people are walking from place to place, not communicating with anyone else at all, as if he is the only one here. Usually, if you say that there are stalls in the ancient town, most of them will choose to set up stalls at their own doorstep, why do these people obviously live in these houses, but they have to go to the other end to set up stalls?

Da Mao had no rest at this time, so I turned around and asked him, when are we going out? He said wait a while, about twenty minutes, and then we'll go out after the stalls are basically set up. So I continued to look through the crack in the door. I saw that some vendors slowly began to set up their stalls closer and closer to the house where we lived, and then I realized that these people started from the other end of this long street, and set up stalls one by one in order towards the end of the long street, since there were already people sitting down in front of my door to set up stalls, it meant that there were ghosts around him. And behind this person is our door, could it be that the ghosts who are being sold by him are filling our broken house at this moment?

Thinking of this, I took a few steps back and approached Da Mao. Da Mao probably guessed what I was thinking, he glanced behind me, and then said to me, don't worry, these guys are all on a leash, although they are watching us, but they won't come. After listening to Da Mao's description, I couldn't help but look back behind me, it seemed that the place that looked empty was now standing in Da Mao's eyes, and they all turned their heads to look at me. Although I wasn't scared, I still felt a little uncomfortable, so Da Mao and I stayed in the back room and waited for about twenty minutes.

Then Da Mao and I got up and prepared to walk out of the house, but because there was a ghost at the door and a stall had been set up, I was worried that it would cause dissatisfaction among others, but who knew that from the time we opened the door, to the time we stepped over each other's stalls, and then to the long street, the person at the door did not respond at all, and did not even look at us. I've heard Da Mao say before that people here basically don't communicate with each other, and they all rely on hand gestures when buying and selling, in order not to let the ghosts behind them remember their voices. Although it's not a good place, I decided not to talk nonsense for the time being, and even if I had to do it, I had to be quiet.

When I stood on the long street, the scene in front of me made me feel incredible, the long street was still deserted during the day, and at the moment both sides were full of stalls selling things, because our house was close to the end of the long street, but just in the past, there seemed to be more than a hundred stalls, and the lanterns around me seemed to be like an indicator light to distinguish each stall in the dark, but although it was crowded and bustling, no one spoke, as if they were people who did not know each other on the platform of the railway station, although there were many people, But it's also quiet.

I've never seen a battle like this, and although I've had some fantasies about this image in my heart before, when I actually see it, I'm still very surprised. I tried my best to restrain my pounding heart, and under the leadership of Da Mao, I first walked to the end of the long street, which can be regarded as the beginning or end of the ghost market, and then began to walk slowly in the opposite direction to the other end.

In fact, it is easy to distinguish between the people here, the people sitting on both sides of the road are all merchants who come to sell with ghosts, and people like me and Da Mao who walk slowly on the long street are all here to buy ghosts. If I can understand the sale of ghosts, then what kind of people will be these people who buy ghosts, so I silently observed, and found that most of those people looked a little strange, maybe some people didn't want people to see their appearance, and they also wore black glasses at night, and some people even wrapped a scarf around their necks, and then covered the lower half of their faces, which is similar to Da Mao's mask, and some people don't hide it at all, There was even a man and a woman holding hands as if they were really shopping, and the pair of men and women who looked to be in their fifties, the man was wearing a small suit, and the woman was wearing a cheongsam, dressed like the Republic of China, and they looked relaxed, and they would stay for a moment at each stall, as if they were really visiting the night market.

Da Mao and I passed by these people like this, and those stalls were lined up with many small bamboo signs as Da Mao said, with the types and attributes of ghosts written on them, but there was no price marked, so I walked to a stall curiously, stretched out my hand and pointed to a sign casually, and the other party compared a few fingers to me, which meant asking for a price, and then I waved my hand and left.

I've never seen anything like this, I was dealing with a bunch of deaf people, and I couldn't say anything was wrong with this place, but I always felt that something was wrong. At this time, Da Mao's expression suddenly became nervous, and then he subconsciously lowered his head.