Existence is reasonable, this is not an old saying, but a truth.

Many people don't understand the key to it, and the old antiques have concerns.

But if you want to grind the donkey and don't want to give food, how is this possible?

The old antique thinks that the younger generation will grow up quickly, but he doesn't help them, and it depends on their luck to grow up.

Ghost money is not made in a very friendly way.

But ghost money is equivalent to an extra life for ghost riders.

People have humane ghosts and ghost paths, and ghost riders must of course have their own paths.

The existence of ghost money can establish a complete currency exchange system.

Yu Zhile felt that it was worth exchanging an ordinary person's life for a ghost rider to escape a ghost's attack.

Anyway, there are a lot of people abroad.

I heard that the cherry blossoms are about to bloom.

Two days passed quickly, and nothing unusual happened.

The grocery store was pushed open, and a woman in red carried the vegetables she had just bought from the market into the kitchen in the backyard.

The early morning sun followed the woman into the backyard.

This woman is very good used to it, and she is also very obedient.

It is undeniable that a woman is very smart, she knows what it means to be under the fence and what it means to be involuntarily.

A room in the backyard was pushed open, and a woman in white short-sleeved and black jeans walked out with her hair scattered.

Looking at He Yuelian, who was washing and chopping vegetables, Yu Zhile didn't care, left the backyard and pulled a recliner in the lobby, and then sat at the door, basking in the sun that had just risen.

Sunlight takes on a dazzling color and falls on the ground.

There are not many people in Lao Cai, and only a few families still live here.

This old street has a long story.

Looking at the houses that are different from high-rise buildings, but are small pavilions.

This reminded Yu Zhile of the era of the Republic of China.

That era seems to be very close, and compared to the distant era of feudal dynasties, the Republic of China is the closest era.

Meng Xiaodong also has people to hate, and the person she hated the most in that era was herself.

Meng Xiaodong is desperate, she hopes that she can grow up in the spring breeze, be married and teach children with the person she likes, and grow old together.

She likes to watch her children run in the sun, running towards her, and she will beat down the dates that have grown in the yard for many years to satisfy their hunger.

Of course, if a child comes to steal dates, she will pretend to be angry and scold them, but she will definitely find out that they are stealing dates when their pockets are full.

She wants to live like this.

She is cowardly, and compared to Zhang Dong, she is timid.

She still believes in hope.

"Sister Meng, it's early!"

Deep in the street, a young man walks past a grocery store with a shoulder bag and a bicycle.

"Early." Yu Zhile nodded, looking at this student who had just entered his third year of high school, he had a rare smile on his face.

It seemed that he didn't expect Sister Meng to smile at him, his face suddenly turned red, and he felt a flattered emotion in his heart inexplicably.

"How does it feel at school?" Meng Xiaodong asked.

"Also...... It's okay......" He stammered a little, and didn't dare to look up at Meng Xiaodong.

Meng Xiaodong smiled, "Okay, let's go to school." ”

"Good...... Good ......" the young man blushed and left in embarrassment.

Yu Zhile looked at the young man who was leaving, and his smile was restrained.

He turned his head to look at He Yuelian, who looked like a ghost.

"Are you surprised that I can laugh too?"

He Yuelian nodded, "I was very surprised, it should be said that I never thought of it." ”

No one would have thought that ghosts would laugh.

"Eat it yourself, don't wait for me." Yu Zhile retracted his gaze and said in a cold voice.

He Yuelian nodded, turned around and returned to the backyard.

Waiting for He Yuelian to leave, an old man appeared at the entrance of the street, his waist was a little rickety, and he was not walking slowly.

Yu Zhile looked at the old man and didn't speak, got up and went in and got a chair out.

The old man sat down on the chair very unceremoniously.

Yu Zhile lay down and looked at the sky with thick white clouds.

The old man looked at this old street and did not speak for the first time.

This kind of old street, which is rare in this era, will evoke the memories of many old people.

I don't know how long it has been, but the old man sighed, "I still can't let her go." ”

Yu Zhile nodded, "I'll let her come out and talk to you." ”

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, "There is a difference?" ”

"Of course I am, I can be anyone, but anyone won't be me."

After speaking, Yu Zhile's figure began to change, and his delicate and young face quickly became old.

A familiar old man appeared in front of him.

The old man looked at the old man who sat up from the recliner and fell silent.

There was no expected conversation, and the two old men did not speak, just looked at this old street that could evoke memories.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man stood up, "Let's go, boy, you'd better do what you say." ”

After speaking, the old man straightened his waist and walked towards the outside of the old street.

The old man left quickly, and Meng Xiaodong's face and figure quickly returned to their previous appearance.

Yu Zhile casually scattered his loose hair behind him and lay down on the recliner again.

"You almost died just now." A middle-aged man appeared strangely on the chair where the old man was sitting before.

"I know." Yu Zhile looked into the distance, if he didn't smile at that young man, he would die, and he would die.

"Wait, Elder Qin will come too." The middle-aged man crossed his knees and looked at the stone slabs on the street.

"It's already here."

"Huh?" Zhang Xianguang turned his head to look at Yu Zhile, suddenly seemed to think of something, and sighed, "Your life is very big." ”

Yu Zhile didn't speak, and saying more at this time was challenging some people's bottom line.

"I heard you're planning to open a ghost market here?"

"Do you need my help?"

Ghost City, also known as Mountain City.

It takes a lot of things to build a ghost city, not just a few things that you need to be scary.

The root of the ghost market is the vendors, the customers who come to consume.

If there are no vendors and no customers, then this ghost market is basically a dead market, but a scourge.

The ghost market will attract ghosts, but ghosts will abide by the rules of the ghost market when they enter the ghost market.

This is an extremely strange situation, as long as any ghost market exists, no matter how big or small, there will be a rule for some reason.

A rule that only a ghost would follow.

This greatly ensures the safety of the vendors.

But if the rules are artificially broken, then this ghost market will become an unsolvable supernatural event.

At the headquarters there is a file that has just been sealed.

It was a supernatural event, codenamed Ghost Road.

That road is a small ghost market that has broken the rules.

"Can you help me spread the word." Yu Zhile thought for a moment and nodded.

He really needs manpower.

People need to spread the word about the existence of ghost markets.

The purpose of the ghost market he established was very simple, indicating that it was to open up a way for those folk ghost riders to live, so that they could get what they wanted here.

Actually, it's just something he wants to be seen by old antiques.

There are many murder patterns in his memory, but they are all false and need to be supplemented by supernatural beings.

It was originally conceived in Yu Zhile's memory, and then devoured a large number of powerful ghosts, and then relied on those supernatural ghosts to give birth to Yu Zhile's consciousness.

Now he just has Meng Xiaodong's supernatural and killing laws.

The rest of his killing rules are still there, but they don't need it.

His essence is made up of those laws of killing, and he needs supernatural beings to make up for those laws of killing.

He opened the ghost market for two purposes, the first was to make those old guys feel at ease with him, and the other was to strengthen himself and start casting a book by the way.

"On the surface, you are creating a trading platform for those ordinary ghost riders, what is the real idea behind the scenes, I can't think of it, but it must have something to do with your plan."

"I already know what the plan is, I don't care what your real purpose of opening a ghost city is, as long as you go to save the world, even if you kill half of the people in the world, there is actually no problem."

Zhang Xianguang doesn't think it's wrong to kill one and save a hundred, as long as there is such an opportunity, even if it is very slim, he will do it.

He doesn't think about whether killing that person can actually save a hundred people, it doesn't really matter.

In this world he has no choice.

It's okay to kill one person and save another.

The process is not important, the result is important.

It doesn't matter if the process is wrong or not, as long as the result is right, it's all worth it.

There's no room for thinking, there's no logic to talk about, just look at the environment.

Wrong and big, so wrong that it can't be wronger, it's a thing that everyone knows is wrong, but they get an extremely rare and correct result.

Is this true or false?

If the ghost is killed, then it is wrong.

The opposite is true.

Zhang Xianguang didn't expect the woman in front of him, who was at the source of the ghost lake, but was essentially a man, to do something right.

He also didn't believe that Yu Zhile would be the kind of good person who worried about the country and the people, a saint.

He is not such a person, he is destined to be a person who sees everyone as ants and garbage.

He will certainly do a lot of things that are not in line with the moral law.

But as long as the end result is right, it's nothing.

Right and wrong are things that only those who are in a peaceful and prosperous world, who are full, and then have nothing to do, will evaluate.

It doesn't matter to those of them who are about the same.

"The road is the same, if you want to gain it, you have to lose, if you want peace and prosperity, you have to die."

Yu Zhile looked into the distance, death has been a necessary condition for peace and prosperity since ancient times.

This is a bad habit under the wheels of history.

But is this really a bad habit?

"I don't think about how many people are going to die, because I don't care, I just think about whether I can stand on the top and then whether there will be people looking up to me, which is very important."

"So, I have to save the world, I have to keep those ants alive."

"I want them to know that it is not the gods who lift up their heads, but me, and I want them to honor me as gods."

From ancient times to the present, it has been passed down through the ages, and it is not actually saints, famous generals, or emperors who are well-known.

Until now, many people don't know who the saints are, what the emperors are, and what the famous generals are.

There are so many that many people don't know about it, especially those who haven't read a book.

But there is a kind of existence that is a household name, they do not promote themselves, and their deeds have been passed down through the ages, maybe not a household name, but their name is known to everyone.

What are they?

Yu Zhile gently tilted his head, "I want to be a god, I want to go to the god platform." ”

"It won't be a saint who is a household name, it won't be a general or an emperor, it's a god."

Zhang Xianguang looked at the woman, and the woman's voice was very soft, very soft, so light that it was like a mother whispering next to a baby.

The soft words seemed to scare him.

Zhang Xianguang felt that he had been frightened.

The antiques are looking for an opportunity to end the revival of the supernatural.

A new generation of ghost riders is looking for hope for their lives.

And the young man in front of him has only one goal, the supernatural revival that the old antique has struggled for a lifetime and can't deal with, and cannot be ended, is just a small path for this young man to reach that goal, an inconspicuous path.

While others were still alive, he had transcended life and death and began to move towards the God who should not exist.

The strongest person condensed by an era, his father, who was already old and about to die, was just a mortal.

He is not God, He is accepting the coming death.

Because he was not a god, he compromised with the young man.

Zhang Xianguang feels that such a person should not be born in this era.

It's too fast, and it's too weird.

God?

Out of reach, I don't know the existence of truth or falsehood.

But in this moment, it was as if he had seen the precursor of God.

Zhang Xianguang looked at the young man in a daze.

"If there really is a god in the world, there is a Da Luo, I will also be above them, and I will look at them like ants, just as I look at you, there is no difference." The woman's voice was still soft, just like it had just been.

Zhang Xianguang was silent.

The woman in red standing at the door of the grocery store looked at the woman in white and was shocked.

"If there are gods in the world, they should die." Zhang Xianguang looked up at the sky and muttered softly.

Zhang Xianguang left and went to the ghost post office to modify some rules of the ghost post office for Yu Zhile, which can be regarded as telling those poor messengers that you can go to the ghost market to seek an opportunity to suppress the revival of the ghosts.

At noon, the old street ushered in several old people of the old era.

They were taken into the grocery store by He Yin'er.

After they entered the grocery store, they all had a thought in their hearts, why don't they turn around and leave, it's nothing, it's not a shame.

The grocery shop was unremarkable, and the objects that could only be used by the dead everywhere made this small grocery store look a little colder.

But a few people in the grocery store today don't think that the coldness of the grocery store is due to the fact that there are no supernatural dead people.

The grocery store has two beautiful landscapes.

Two conspicuous colors, one red and one white, are difficult for people not to pay attention to.

"Honestly, first time." An old woman in a shroud looked at the woman sitting behind the counter, flipping through a book.

He Yuelian was sitting on a stool and learning how to tie paper figures.

I've been learning for two days, and I'm a bit talented, and now I'm able to split bamboo.

"Do you think I'm still dreaming?" The woman looked up at an old man with one eye.

The old man shook his head, "I'd rather believe that I was dreaming, not you. ”

The old man looked at this woman who looked exactly like the ghost lake, "You knew you were in reality from the beginning?" ”

"No, you think too highly of me." The woman shook her head.

He Liansheng nodded, if this is true, this is acceptable.

"You can choose the houses on this street at will, and the objects you bring can also be placed at will, don't worry about what will go wrong, with me, I can't make any waves."

"The ghost market will not open until I know what the situation of the ghost money village is, but you can rest assured, no matter what the ghost money village is, the ghost market will be opened."

The woman closed the book, "The ghost street you brought can be used now, and the location is yours." ”

"Divide the matter, don't need to be too troublesome, you can pay the rent every month, it's not expensive, three ghost money a month, you are more special, I don't charge you money in the first three months."

"Something happened, come to me, I'll deal with it, you should know the rules in the ghost market, I won't say more."

"After the ghost market opens in the future, you are responsible for telling newcomers the rules of the ghost market."

"Remember, don't care about other people's lives or deaths, how to make profits in business."

"If you don't follow the rules, you pay the price."

The woman's words were soft, but none of the people present would think that it was a good talker.

"We have no opinion." He Liansheng took the lead and agreed.

The woman nodded, and turned her head to look at He Yin'er, "You arrange." ”

He Yin'er nodded, and took her grandfather to find a place to live.

He Yuelian, who was tidying up the bamboo strips, looked at the few people who left, and there was still envy in her eyes.

Their lives were in their own hands, not in the hands of the woman behind the counter who picked up the book again.

This made her envious.

(End of chapter)