Jiang Lai felt as if he could hear the wailing and groaning of the sudden death of the living soul from the unique sound of the bell.

Before entering the night market in Ping'an Town, you can see at the intersection, and the shops in the night market are all decorated with dark red curtains, blocking the view of passers-by, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Strange smoke fills the streets, making the entire night market environment seem clear and disillusioned.

The pedestrians on the street, one by one, walk expressionlessly, like soulless wood carving clay sculptures, which is daunting.

The situation here was obviously very abnormal, but those Taoist priests seemed to be blind to all kinds of strange phenomena and walked into the night market.

Following those Taoist priests into the night market of Ping'an Town, everyone felt that they couldn't breathe.

Because the smell of rot and blood is everywhere.

There are many more people walking in the night market than on the other streets of the town.

The men were dressed in shabby and strange clothes, and their faces were enveloped in an aura of terror.

Looking at the strange scenes around him, Bao Liang couldn't help but think with a lot of brains, should it be ...... The Taoist priests who came here with them were all evil cultivators in the Fantasy.

And this place is not a night market, but a black market for evil cultivators, or rather, a ghost market.

Of course, it is impossible for these evil cultivators to go to the ghost market to recite Taoist scriptures, most of them to participate in some secret gathering.

Bao Liang was complaining like this in his heart, but after seeing something, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise.

Bao Liang was not the only one who was shocked and his jaw dropped.

The other players except Jiang Lai also performed roughly the same.

On the night market, there are things that shouldn't belong to a place like a night market!

Right in the heart of the entire night market, there's a huge altar!

On the altar were some vague offerings and offerings.

An ominous dark red glow emanated from the perimeter of the altar, and Buddhist monks in white stood all around.

The monks recited the scriptures one by one with blank faces, creating an incomparable sense of oppression.

Under the reflection of that blood-red light, even the sky became strange, as if a blood-red crack would crack at any moment, and then release countless evil spirits.

Everything here is so weird.

But the Taoist priests who walked with them seemed to be blind to all the strange phenomena, and their every move seemed very normal, as if the night market here should be like this!

The white-robed monks who recited the scriptures, as well as the surrounding crowd of onlookers, were in the same state.

It seems that the only people who can sense that this place is full of weirdness are the eight foreign players.

In this eerie environment, players can't help but look at each other.

I heard the senior brother say that they needed to go to the night market in Ping'an Town to recite the Taoist scriptures, and everyone only thought it was incredible.

Now, those monks in white robes are chanting the sutra right in front of their eyes, and they feel that the strangeness and abnormality of this place are simply extraordinary!

The two elderly Taoist priests, leading the procession, walked in the direction where the altar was located without saying a word.

And the onlookers on the side also automatically made way for the Taoist priests.

The young Taoist priests, under the arrangement of the two older Taoist priests, were divided into nine groups according to groups of two, and formed a circle around the altar.

After arranging this, the two elderly Taoist priests, as if they had completed some particularly important task, breathed a heavy sigh of relief, retreated to the side, and blended into the ranks of onlookers.

The young Taoist priests took off the peachwood sword behind their backs one after another, and while dancing the peachwood sword in their hands, they recited the Taoist scriptures in their mouths.

"Taishang Xingxing, strain without stopping, drive away evil spirits, protect lives and protect ......" those Taoist priests chanted.

Eight players are also following those Taoist priests, chanting the Taoist scriptures indiscriminately.

They felt that those Taoist priests came here to chant scriptures, not as if they were praying for the prosperity of the night market, but more like they were performing a strange exorcism ritual!

Jiang Lai, who has excellent hearing, can not only hear the sound of those monks and Taoists chanting, but also the discussion of the surrounding onlookers who eat melons.

"Uncle, why are these monks and Taoist elders chanting in this lively bazaar?" A young man asked.

Jiang Lai, who heard the conversation between the two: ......

It's full of ghosts here, no matter which angle you look at, it's not related to the word lively, right?!

"Alas, young man, you are a stranger, aren't you?" The old man sighed and asked.

"yes. Today, passing through Guibaodi, I heard that there is a night market here, so I came to see it. The young man next to him said.

"I see that you have come all the way from other places, and there must be relatives and friends at home. The old decay advises you, young people should spare their lives. Get out of here and don't linger here. ”

When the young man heard this, he looked surprised and said a little unhappily, "Why is this?!" It's so lively, there are so many people, and the streets are full of dazzling goods...... I don't have time to take a good look at the tour, why do you insist on letting me go? ”

What the young man said made Jiang Lai couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the night market in Ping'an Town that young man saw in his eyes was completely different from the night market he saw in the eyes of his group of players!

"Alas...... Young people, you must know that as the saying goes, listen to people's advice to eat enough! If you don't want to believe the old words, you will definitely suffer a big loss! ”

After the old man finished speaking, he shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.

"Eh, you old man, I can't understand the words, how can I believe you?" The young man twitched the corners of his mouth and complained.

The young man shrugged his shoulders and stayed where he was in confusion, wanting to talk to someone again, but he didn't expect that the other people around him were deliberately avoiding him, looking unwilling to communicate with him.

Jiang Lai frowned, and through the sharing of auspiciousness and Xiao Ai, he found that the old man had walked into a shop.

She remembered the location of the shop, and continued to follow the senior brothers and sisters in Taoist robes, shaking their heads and reciting the Taoist scriptures.

I have to say that those Taoist scriptures really seem to have a certain restraint effect on the spirit.

The seven young ladies were hiding in the marquee pendant and had secretly activated the defensive formation.

Jixiang turned into a tattoo, hiding behind Jiang Lai's neck, hiding in her long hair, and had no intention of wanting to come out for the time being.

Even the winter melon, which contained the soul of the dire wolf on his body, shrank beside Jiang Lai's legs, and seemed to feel a little uneasy. (End of chapter)

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