Chapter 632: One-day trip to the ghost market

Then I checked the time. It was already early morning, but there was a dusk scene outside.

The man in the T-shirt told me that there is no daylight at all in Fengdu. Most of the day is in the current dusk state. There are only five hours of darkness, which are specially used for the living people participating in the ghost market to rest.

"I'll go, this ghost market is quite humane."

I lay on the bed for a while, but because I was so excited, I couldn't fall asleep at all. The man in the T-shirt simply offered to take me down to open my eyes. I quickly climbed out of bed. When I was passing by Zen Master Baimei's room, I was about to call him when I heard his snoring, so I simply didn't bother him.

After going downstairs, I hurriedly went into the shops on both sides. The man in the T-shirt told me not to be impatient, saying that he would have something good to show me later. After hearing what he said, I simply walked with him patiently, and after only ten minutes of walking, the road ahead suddenly widened, or rather there was no road or building in front of me, but a place like this appeared. It looks like a trading center in a wet market, except there is no shed overhead.

The man in the T-shirt told me that this is where the next ghost market transaction will take place, but it’s just that the time has not come yet, and not many ‘merchants’ are coming. But even though there are only a few scattered sellers at this moment, a strong cloud of Yin Qi is still formed in the air!

"Don't underestimate them. These people are all ghost kings, or they are thousand-year-old demons and mountain elves. They came early because they were afraid that their things would not be sold, because although these people's things are It's good, but the price is very high, so it basically can't be sold." The man in the T-shirt explained to me in a low voice.

I asked him what the price was, and he frowned and said, "Yangshou, blessings for children, etc..."

After hearing this, there was a black line on my forehead, and I thought to myself, it would be weird if this could be sold. Who would trade their life for something after being full?

But I was very curious about what they were selling, so I wanted to go up and have a look. The man in the T-shirt quickly stopped me and said that these ghost kings tend to buy and sell by force, so don’t appear alone in front of them, otherwise they may be raped by them. Keep an eye on.

Although they won't do anything during the ghost market, there is no guarantee that they won't settle the score later.

I didn’t expect that there would be so many ways in a trade fair. I licked my lips and prepared to leave. After all, what the man in the T-shirt said made me feel very uneasy, but when I turned around, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a shadow in the trading market. I subconsciously thought Stopped.

"What's wrong?" the man in the T-shirt asked.

"I seem to have seen it somewhere. Do you know who it is?" I looked at the white and tender shadow that looked particularly like a little fresh meat and asked. Although it was just a glance, it felt like it was familiar. Feel.

After hearing what I said, the man in the T-shirt looked at the little fresh meat carefully and said slowly: "This is a jade spirit. I see it every time I come here. What's wrong?"

"Yuling?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered that there was a female secretary who dreamed about being fucked all day long, and when she woke up there were many hickeys on her neck. Later I looked at it and found that it was a jade spirit. In order to prevent it It would harm people again, so I just dissolved it.

After the T-shirt man reminded me, I discovered that Yuling had an indescribable temperament, so I thought I had seen it somewhere.

I thought I would see some rare things when I came out, but there were a lot of rules here. Gradually, I lost the enthusiasm I had when I first came, so I asked the man in the T-shirt to take me back.

Unexpectedly, he waved his hand and told me not to worry, then looked at the time and said that a heavyweight treasure would be coming out next, and the seller would not forcefully buy or sell it, so you could watch with confidence.

Seeing what he said was so mysterious, my interest was piqued again and I asked him what it was?

The man in the T-shirt blinked and asked me with a slight blush what a man needs most.

"money?"

I subconsciously said that after all, a man has the obligation to support his family, and money must come first.

The man in the T-shirt shook his head and said that of course what men need most is a kidney.

"puff……"

I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of saliva. It was incredible. Could it be that there were people selling aphrodisiacs here? The man in the T-shirt nodded and said you will know later. As soon as he finished speaking, a melodious voice came from mid-air: "Hahaha, I'm here again."

As the voice fell, an additional stall appeared in the trading market, and it was a white-haired old man. After he appeared, he began to play with an iron pot on the stall, which was filled with hot sand. The old man rolled it with his hands from time to time, as if he was cooking.

I asked the man in the T-shirt what he was doing, and he motioned for me to look at it. As the temperature of the sand continued to rise, many colorful small balls appeared in the pot. These small balls kept rolling. It didn’t take long. It exudes a strong aroma of shrimp meat.

At this time, the old man performed a magic trick and pulled out a male dog from the stall, exposing its key parts, and then casually took out a small ball from the pot and stuffed it into its mouth.

After swallowing the ball, the puppy went crazy and rolled on the ground. After a while, he lay on the ground tiredly.

I was about to ask what was going on, but I found that the puppy's body slowly rose up, and finally it stopped hanging thirty centimeters above the ground.

What held up its body was its dog whip. The dog whip, which was limp just now, turned red after taking the ball, and looked like a red-hot iron rod...

I was stunned for a long time before weakly asking: "Is it so evil?"

"Um."

The man in the T-shirt nodded awkwardly, and then told me that this old man was actually a shrimp demon who had become a climate. Because shrimp meat has an aphrodisiac effect, he had the strange idea of ​​selling magic pills here.

It turns out that the little ball that exudes the fragrance of shrimp is called Shenwan. I asked gossiping: "Then his business must be good."

"Maybe……"

After saying that, the man in the T-shirt pulled me and walked back. I noticed that the man in the T-shirt's face was very red, and my mouth was a little dry. I thought to myself that this pill is really amazing. The man in the T-shirt and I just smelled it. I can't stand the smell anymore.

After returning to the inn, it was completely dark. Since there were only a few hours of darkness a day, the two of us took the time to fall asleep.

But not long after I slept, there was a noise outside. It was not easy to sleep in a place like this. The man in the T-shirt and I sat up almost at the same time, and then we heard a cry of mercy and a chaotic howl of ghosts and wolves.

I curiously walked to the window and followed the sound and looked over. I was surprised to find that the street not far from the inn was surrounded by dense crowds of imps. There were also a few living people among them. It seemed that they were all watching the fun.

Lying on the ground in the middle of the crowd was a thin, middle-aged man. He had a sinister appearance and looked like he was not a good guy at first glance.

And there was a petite rabbit floating next to him, spitting black air at him continuously. Whenever the black air hits his body, the middle-aged man will twitch, and soon blood will flow from the corner of his mouth. It seems that he will not survive.

"Didn't you say there would be someone to maintain order at the trade fair? Why didn't he show up even though he was almost killed by a rabbit?"

I asked anxiously. No matter how wretched this man looked, he was still alive. His long-term occupational disease made me subconsciously want to save him.

The man in the T-shirt gave the man a cold look and said he deserved it, and then said to me: "I have seen this guy. He comes to participate in transactions almost every year, but he always gets some benefits from some brats, and he I will promise them some small favors, such as burning more paper money for them when I return, giving them more offerings, etc."

"But he always breaks his word and doesn't do anything for others when he gets benefits! Because he knows a little bit about the secrets himself, and the people he traps are all little guys of average strength, so he always gets away with it."

At this point, the man in the T-shirt even said angrily: "You can even trick ghosts, and this kind of person deserves to die. And the organizer of the trade fair will not care about this kind of thing, so don't interfere!"

I nodded after listening. I originally wanted to give him a hand for the sake of being alive, but I didn't expect that he played so disgustingly. He deserved to die. When the man in the T-shirt saw this, he went downstairs first and said that it was okay to go and have a look as long as he didn't interfere.

I quickly followed up to see what the middle-aged man had done to the little rabbit this time. When I walked up to him, the middle-aged man was already dead, but the onlookers still hadn't dispersed. After a closer look, I discovered that the little rabbit was next to his body. A stall was set up, and there was only one piece of white fluff on the stall.

The little rabbit didn't turn into a human form, so he couldn't speak. The man in the T-shirt asked the people next to him what was going on?

"This man bought the rabbit's invisible needle last time and promised to worship it for three consecutive years, but he broke his promise after returning. This time the little rabbit was waiting for him in the ghost market. No, he was killed as soon as he came in. It's really It’s your own fault…”

A ghost in a Chinese tunic suit next to me kindly explained to us. I gave him a kind smile and then asked him what the invisible needle was.