The moment he stepped into the realm gate passage, Yang Shuang felt that everything in front of him was extremely distorted. When he came back to his senses, everything in front of him made him doubt whether he had traveled to the classical world. Among the strange novels.
The dark yellow sky, the antique streets and buildings, the shouts of hawkers that combine opera singing and hawking, and the monsters and supernatural evil spirits of various shapes walking through the streets and alleys, from this moment on, Yang Shuang truly Understand what kind of scene the Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night described in the ancient books is like.
"How about Brother Shuangzi, isn't it exciting?"
After passing by a one-eyed weirdo who was less than 1.5 meters tall and with a head as big as a bell, he watched his back swaying left and right as the huge head swayed, and squeezed Liu Zixin's hand to signal her not to be afraid. Zhang Yuer looked at Yang Shuang and said with a smile.
"This shouldn't be just a ghost market."
Yang Shuang said thoughtfully as he looked at the monsters flying overhead, with human heads and eagle bodies and purple flames burning on their tails.
Looking at the bustling "ghost market" not far away, filled with hundreds of ghosts, Zhang Yue'er nodded and spoke.
"It is said to be a ghost market, but in fact, the real existence here is the edge area between the Yang world and the Netherworld."
"If not, how many non-righteous heterogeneous existences would have gathered."
"Do you think Heaven and Netherworld will allow so many unstable factors to gather together?"
"Xiao Yue, stop talking. Let's go shopping quickly."
Lijia, whose eyes were full of excitement, kept urging from the side.
Because they are similar in age, apart from Li Xiaoqi, the relationship between Chongming Lijia and Zhang Yueer seems even closer. At this time, the two of them were like a pair of butterflies, chatting and laughing in front of a few people, and soon The jewelry on a roadside stall attracted Chongming Lijia's attention.
"Little girl, this glazed red jade hairpin is very suitable for you. If you like it, I can give you a cheaper price."
Looking at Chongming Lijia, who couldn't put it down, the stall owner, who had his entire face hidden in a gray tattered cloak, said to her with a smile in a very seductive voice.
"This stall owner, I think you know that he is not an ordinary person who can come to this ghost market."
"You take this blood jade that absorbs human essence and blood and pass it off as some kind of glazed red jade hairpin to buy."
"Have you been a ghost for so long that you fooled everyone into thinking they were ghosts?"
Li Xiaoqi took the blood jade hosta from Chongming Lijia's hand and threw it on the stall owner's head without ceremony.
There was a crisp cracking sound, and among the broken blood hostas, a few wisps of blood-red smoke slowly floated up like clear sand blown by the wind, and then all floated into the face of the stall owner who couldn't see clearly.
The strange thing is that the stall owner did not show the slightest displeasure at Li Xiaoqi's ruthless behavior. On the contrary, after murmuring with enjoyment, he spoke to Li Xiaoqi in a parrot-like voice. Seven said.
"Being able to break this soul-sealing blood jade hosta so easily."
"It seems that this little brother has a certain level of cultivation."
"I wonder if you can tell me your name."
After laughing twice noncommittally, Li Xiaoqi, who did not rush to answer the stall owner, picked up a pair of very inconspicuous silver earrings in the shape of Shen Dinghua among the jewelry on the stall. Their Li Xiaoqi said to the stall owner with a mysterious smile.
"Stall owner, I wonder what the price of this pair of earrings is."
Although the face and expression of the stall owner could not be clearly seen, when Li Xiaoqi picked up the pair of earrings, the stall owner visibly trembled.
Feeling the stall owner's mood fluctuating, Li Xiaoqi thought fiercely in his heart. "This old guy who has been dead for who knows how many years wants to trick my girlfriend." "I will make you pay everything today."
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's only one yuan."
"Why is it so cheap? It's great. Then I'll..."
Hearing that the price of this pair of earrings was so cheap, Chongming Lijia immediately wanted to pay for it, but for some reason, she was stopped by Li Xiaoqi.
"This stall owner, judging from your figure, you are probably quite old."
"I'm worried that you will be unable to speak clearly in your youth. Please tell me carefully. Is it one yuan or 100 million yuan?"
Seeing Li Xiaoqi's treacherous look, the stall owner smiled bitterly, stretched out his left hand with only bones left, raised his index finger and spoke.
"Just one dollar, one dollar for a coin."
After hearing the clear answer, Li Xiaoqi, who was smiling, took out a coin and handed it to the stall owner.
"Xiao Qi, what were you talking about with that stall owner just now?"
"What's one yuan, or 100 million yuan?"
Looking at Lijia, who was as curious as a baby, Li Xiaoqi patiently explained.
"Since this place is called a ghost market, we definitely cannot use the common sense of the world to judge."
"Therefore, some sellers in this ghost market do not really have the ultimate goal of selling things."
"Just like the stall owner just now, if we hadn't asked clearly, we probably really spent 100 million yuan to buy this pair of earrings."
After hearing Li Xiaoqi's explanation, Yang Shuang asked curiously.
"If the ultimate goal is not to sell things, then what is the purpose of coming here?"
"Well... how should I put it? In fact, the real purpose of this ghost market is to barter."
After all, this was his first real visit to the ghost market. After thinking about it for a long time, Li Xiaoqi couldn't think of such an answer, so Zhang Yue'er continued to answer for him.
"What are the exchanges for?"
"Lifespan, luck, spiritual power...and many other things that people usually don't realize but are indispensable."
Walking around and stopping, when the clock tower with red tiles and gray walls in the center of the ghost market rang the first bell, Zhang Yue'er didn't know whether he did it intentionally or just happened to walk here aimlessly. When several people followed her through an alley corner, a blue river showing a gradient color from light to dark appeared in their field of vision.
What attracted Yang Shuang's attention even more was that as the river continued to flow forward, the petals blooming on both sides of the bank were slender but numerous. The unknown white flowers also turned into eye-catching scarlet little by little, just like the color of the river. .
Just when Yang Shuang vaguely thought that the scenery in front of him had been seen in some book, Li Xiaoqi's voice sounded not far away.
"What are you doing there? Why did you walk around for so long? Your legs don't count."
Looking in the direction of Li Xiaoqi's voice, several people were sitting on a bench in front of a small shop. On the simple wooden table in front of them were several cups of cold tea and several plates of pastries.
"Didn't you say you can't eat the food in the ghost market?"
Yang Shuang walked over and sat next to Li Xiaoqi and said in confusion.
"Well, there are exceptions to everything."
"But I can tell you with certainty now."
"This store is the only one in the ghost market that sells food that can be eaten by living people, and only food that can be eaten by living people."
Faced with Yang Shuang's doubts, Zhang Yue'er, who had been pretending to be mature before, suddenly had two blushes covering her cheeks.
"Well... the tea is good, and the cakes taste pretty good too."
"The only drawback is that it's always cold."
As soon as Yang Shuang finished speaking, the white curtain of the store door behind a few people was opened, and then a strong man with a brown apron around his waist came out carrying a plate of pink pastries that were crystal clear and jelly-like. He was listening. After hearing Yang Shuang's words, the strong man with a simple and honest face put the pastries on the table and smiled apologetically at Yang Shuang.
"I'm sorry, boss, it's my friend's first time coming to the ghost market and he doesn't understand the situation here."
Hearing Li Xiaoqi's words, the owner of the shop smiled and shook his head, then returned to the shop.
Yang Shuang, who knew he had said the wrong thing, was about to look apologetic when he was patted on the shoulder by Li Xiaoqi.
"You don't have to take it to heart. After all, it's your first time here."
After handing Yang Shuang a cigarette, Li Xiaoqi lit the cigarette with the "Red Lotus Industry Fire" and took a deep breath before continuing.
"Since this ghost market is the junction of the Yang World and the Netherworld."
"This also means that this is a realm that is extremely lacking in yang energy."
"How can one make a fire and cook in a place where the Yang Qi is quite overdrafted?"
"Then how do we make the food we eat and drink?"
What surprised Li Xiaoqi was that after listening to his explanation, Yang Shuang was still drinking tea calmly and did not show any discomfort.
"Of course the boss uses his own powerful spiritual power to replace the flames."
As a gust of wind blew up the curtain on the store door, several people who looked behind them saw the boss standing in front of the stove, continuously transmitting his cyan spiritual power to the bottom of the pot.
After eating and drinking, a few people came to the river, looking at the beautiful but strange flowers, watching the color gradient, but magically showing a river with three speeds. Yang Shuang once again fell into the search of memory. .
"Brother Shuangzi, do you feel like you have seen this scene in a book?"
Hearing Zhang Yuer's words, Yang Shuang nodded.
"Congratulations, you have become one of the few people in this world who can live to see Santu River and Mansha Zhuhua."
Hearing Zhang Yue'er's words, there was no surprise or other emotional fluctuations. When looking at the Mansha Zhuhua flowers on the other side, Yang Shuang saw an old wooden boat and a wooden oar.
"That's the first ferry boat on the Santu River."
"What about the ferryman?"
"I'm clearing away the dishes."
"Ah? What's going on?"
This time, after hearing Zhang Yue'er's words, Yang Shuang finally showed a surprised look on his face.
"Is this small refreshment shop his side business?"
Yang Shuang, who thought for a long time but couldn't think of a reason, looked at the refreshment shop behind him and said with a complicated expression.
"Well... that's right. To be more precise, this refreshment shop is his stop while waiting."
"What is he waiting for?"
"He is waiting for his beloved girl to deliver the last bowl of soup on the bridge at the end of the Santu River."
"So he could paddle out and pick her up."
