Chapter 596: Enter a ghost market; stallholders in a ghost market

  Chapter 596 Entering the ghost market; the stall owner in the ghost market

  Outside the mountain gate, many people couldn't help but stop and look up at the mountain gate.

   Above the mountain gate, the word "ghost market" is engraved impressively. The words engraved in the mountain body carry a subtle sense of weirdness.

  The mountain gate in front of you is the second gate of the ghost market, and it is also the gate that determines the opening and closing time of the ghost market.

  The mountain gate is a mechanical stone gate. Although it is a mechanical gate, it cannot be manipulated by humans. It is opened and closed naturally. It opens on time at nine o'clock every night and closes on time at six o'clock the next morning.

  If you haven’t left the ghost market at 6 o’clock in the morning, you will be locked up in the ghost market for a whole day, and you can’t come out of the ghost market until the door opens at 9 o’clock in the evening.

  After entering the mountain gate, there is a water area with several boats parked on the water area.

  After boarding the boat, we crossed the waters. About ten minutes later, the boat docked, and we were already in the black market as soon as we landed.

  The light in the ghost market is dim, and everyone is dressed in uniform black robes and black masks. There are many people in the black market.

  Gu Zhiqi bought the cinnabar and yellow paper he needed not long after he walked in the market.

   After buying the yellow paper and cinnabar, Gu Zhiqi did not leave in a hurry.

  Last time, I was in a hurry to go back to draw the talisman paper. After buying the talisman paper, I left in a hurry. I don’t need to go back to draw the talisman tonight, so I can take a stroll.

  The black market is densely populated, and there are crowds of people, bustling crowds.

  There are many roadside stalls, shouting constantly, and occasionally you can see stall owners leisurely drinking small tea and humming a little song, but the market is too noisy to hear what tune they are humming.

  Gu Zhiqi walked and watched, and then stopped in front of a booth.

  Same as Gu Zhiqi, the stall owner was wearing a black robe and a black mask. There was a small tea table beside him, and a set of tea sets on the table. He was lying on the recliner with his eyes closed, humming a little song.

   As soon as Gu Zhiqi stopped in front of the stall, the stall owner opened his eyes as if feeling a sense, and took a look at Gu Zhiqi.

  As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Gu Zhiqi's deep and cold eyes, and the stall owner was slightly taken aback.

  He sighed slightly in his heart, what a pair of beautiful eyes.

   Paused for a while, then looked at Gu Zhiqi, and said cheerfully, "Girl, do you like it?"

  Listening to the stall owner's words, Gu Zhiqi slightly raised his eyebrows. Gu Zhiqi was a little surprised that the stall owner could tell her gender at a glance.

   Did not speak immediately, but squatted down first, pointed to a writing brush on the stall, "How do you sell this?"

  The stall owner straightened up from the recliner calmly after listening to Gu Zhiqi's question, "Want to buy?"

  Gu Zhiqi nodded.

   "For practicing calligraphy or painting Chinese painting?" The stall owner looked at Gu Zhiqi with great interest and asked.

  Gu Zhiqi: "...Neither of them."

   Stall owner: Neither?

  Then you bought it as a decoration?

   "I bought a talisman." Gu Zhiqi said very straightforwardly.

   It is also possible to use ordinary brushes to draw symbols, but after a long time, ordinary brushes will break because they cannot bear the energy of the element force.

  But the pen in front of me is different. This pen is made of a special material, and it will not break because it cannot bear the energy of Yuanli, Jinqi, Lingqi, etc.

   Not only that, this pen is engraved with a formation of gathering energy, using it to draw talisman paper, the energy is not easy to disperse, and it can draw high-grade talisman paper.

   Stall owner:? ? ?

  Listening to Gu Zhiqi's answer, the stall owner directly raised a question mark.

   "Draw what?" Unbelievable tone.

  Gu Zhiqi: "Fu."

   Stall owner "..."

  Very well, sure, he heard correctly.

   "It's that kind... the magic stick used to open the altar?" The tone was still unbelievable.

  Gu Zhiqi nodded.

  (end of this chapter)