Chapter 119: Ghost Market

Du Feng really thinks it's funny, I eat people? Du Feng turned the child over, lowered his head, and laughed. "Boy, look at me, am I like a cannibal?"

"Oh! don't you ...... "The child finally recognized Du Feng's 'identity', and he was no longer afraid, he was scared and cried before. Tears and snot hung on his face, and he just wiped his face with dirt.

"Nonsense, of course. Get up, and I'll wipe your face. Why are you in such a place?" Du Feng took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped his face clean.

"I'm lost. Unintentionally breaking in. "The kids are struggling.

"Lost, children can't lie. Du Feng deliberately teased him, this child's big eyes and immature face are really delicate and cute. When he grows up, he must be a handsome son like Ji Zhu.

"I ...... I...... , it's just lost. The child's heart was as if it had been exposed, but he didn't want to admit it, his little face was red, and he didn't dare to look at Du Feng.

"Haha, okay, yes. Then brother asks you, have you seen anyone else here, like a big sister or something?" Du Feng didn't want to worry about him, so he simply asked An Yao's whereabouts.

"Big sister, no, I've seen an old uncle and a big brother who is about the same as you. The child poked his finger into his temple and thought for a moment.

A big brother and an old man my age. By the way, the woodcutter's eldest brother said that the master and servant could be them. But it's strange, I've been walking here for a day, why haven't I seen anyone? Could it be that I'm hiding? What are I hiding, what are I plotting?

"And where did you see them?" Du Feng asked again.

"Well, when I first came. ”

"How long have you been here?"

"Four days. ”

"Four days!"

"Boy, who the hell are you!" Du Feng's eyes showed a fierce light, and the hands on the child's shoulders were unconsciously stronger. It made the child cry again.

"I, I'm not a human being. I'm just lost. ”

"Lost, this is a ghost town! If you were a mortal, how could you stay here for four days!"

"I, I, we're going to hide at night. ”

"Hide?" Du Feng was puzzled, but still let go of the hand holding the child.

"Yes, those two people are the same, they are hiding. But where, I don't know. I hid in a hole in the ground. The child was angry with Du Feng, but because he was afraid, he didn't dare to run or resist. But he still kindly reminded Du Feng, "Brother, go quickly." After a while, it will be dark, and the ghost will come out. You really don't have anywhere to go, so come with me to the cave. ”

"It's okay, you can go back quickly. My brother still has something to do. Du Feng smiled, got up and took a step back, and waved his hand to let him leave quickly. "Brother is really not afraid?" The children were a little worried, most of the children were kind, even if they were resentful of Du Feng just now, they still couldn't help but worry about Du Feng now.

"Really. Let's go. I'll look for you tomorrow and get you out of here. Du Feng once again urged the child to walk quickly. The child hesitated, but eventually left.

Hearing him say that just now, Du Feng suddenly didn't want to hide. He wants to see what the evil spirits are like here. In the pill given by the master again, Du Feng found a very magical elixir, 'Cultivation Pill'. It's called 'spiritual cultivation', but it has nothing to do with cultivation.

Swallowing it, you can restrain the aura of the monk himself. It is dedicated to eliminating the vigilance of spirits and beasts to monks. In layman's terms, if you eat this, they will treat you like a big, inanimate and moving object.

Usually it's not very useful, and Du Feng has only practiced his hands, and he has only refined a few. It had been in a bottle, and if it hadn't been for this time, he would have forgotten that it existed. Du Feng took one out and swallowed it in one gulp.

"I don't feel it. I just felt that the spiritual power fluctuations in my body had disappeared. Du Feng shook his head, is the prescription given by this old man okay? Alas, I'll know in a while.

It was dark when it was dark, and Du Feng wandered around the streets, watching the changes in the town. There was a cold wind, and Du Feng shrugged his shoulders and shivered. When he calmed down and looked at it, what he saw made Du Feng's eyes widen.

Where are the ruins and ruins? This is clearly a bustling night market! Stalls, shops, people's houses, everything is no different from a normal town!

It's just that the hawkers, the pedestrians who come and go, and the little two who greet the guests are all too terrifying and weird! Of course, they are ghosts.

Du Feng could hear the wheezing sound of the resentful spirits coming from all directions, and every 'person' was covered with pus sores all over his body, or his face was pale. But they all have no eyes, only the whites of their eyes, floating three inches above the ground.

This is the first time Du Feng has seen a ghost, and it is not much different from what the book or the old people say. Most of the people who write books or tell stories are also heard from others or collected from somewhere. But after all, there is the first person to see ghosts, and after seeing so many ghosts, he still has the heart to write a book or tell a story, which is really big.

As he walked, Du Feng found that there were two people in front of him who were different. To be precise, he found the legendary master and servant. Due to the distance, Du Feng ate the cultivation pill, and his spiritual power was restrained. The master and servant didn't notice that they were followed by a Du Feng.

It seems that it is not hiding, and there must be some conspiracy to come out at this time. Follow them, maybe you can still find clues about An Yao.

It was a young man of about twenty years, dressed in white, with his left hand behind his back. You don't need to look at Du Feng to know that he should be holding a folding fan in front of him. After all, he has seen a lot of this kind of son. There was a man about forty years old behind him, so he should be an entourage. When talking to the young man, although he was respectful and humble, it was clear that his cultivation and mind would never be low.

Cultivation is concrete, Du Feng can't see it. The high and low are just Du Feng's guesses. Being able to move around here at will without attracting attacks from the wraiths, they naturally have their own way.

After turning two corners, Du Feng saw the master and servant enter a teahouse from a distance. During the day, Du Feng passed by here, and just sighed that this place is not small. I didn't expect there to be such a big pastime in this town. Du Feng came to the door and did not dare to follow up immediately. After confirming that the two of them had gone to the private room on the second floor, Du Feng found something to wipe his face and mixed in.

Where did Du Feng dare to go up to the second floor, he found a hidden seat in the corner and sat down, motionless. Since he didn't move, and he didn't breathe, naturally no 'person' paid attention to him.

Everything here is just like it was four years ago, when rich people came to buy their own pastimes. Everything outside the house went on as if nothing had happened.