Chi Chaan had been living in the valley for a few days. One night, the moon shone brightly, indicating that there would be a blinding fog tomorrow. The old pharmacist walked to his window and said through the window: "We will meet at the mouth of the valley at Yin time tomorrow morning."
"I know, I promise I won't stay in bed." Chi Chaan responded.
The old pharmacist waited at the mouth of the valley for a long time on the second day, but Chi Chaan still didn't arrive.
Until the old pharmacist returned to the valley again and saw Chi Chuan sleeping on the bed with his head covered, he became furious and knocked him off the bed with a cane.
Along the way, a young man followed an old man. The old man staggered and the young man looked like a lame man.
As soon as I climbed over a mountain, I saw at the top of the mountain that the swamps at the foot of the mountain were dotted with dots, and the surrounding thick fog could not invade.
"Little friend Chi Chuan, put on this black gauze hat. Don't show your true colors to others in the ghost market, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble." After saying that, the old pharmacist handed Chi Chuan a bamboo hat.
"Why don't you wear it?" Chi Chaan refused.
"Who has such a background as my old pharmacist dares to rob me halfway!" the old pharmacist said proudly, "I don't know how many people have received my favor. If he dares to rob me, he has to think about whether he can beat those people. .”
"You're the only one." Chi Chaan threw the hat to the side of the road, "I have a mask myself, but the black gauze of your hat is so thin, it's better not to wear it."
"It's up to you." The old pharmacist got up and walked down the mountain.
Chi Chaan pouted, took out the silver wolf mask and put it on. "I don't believe anyone dares to offend the Eleven Wolf."
Chi Chaan followed the teacher and gradually reached the floating bridge at the foot of the mountain.
The dark mud that swallows all living things under the floating bridge, even if you are a Grandmaster level practitioner, once you fall into it, you will be unable to extricate yourself, and you can only slowly wait for death.
What's more, there are eight-cheeked black loaches as numerous as mountains and seas living in the swamp. Once a creature falls into it, it will be chewed up by swarms of eight-cheeked black loaches until only a white skeleton is left.
There is only one way to the ghost market, but not everyone is qualified to enter the ghost festival.
First of all, you need to obtain a pass order issued by Osawa Ghost Market. People without a pass order are generally not allowed to enter the ghost market.
If a person without a pass wants to enter the ghost market, he has only two options: one, die immediately; two, die after entering.
"Her grandma's! Looks like we can't wait for the fat sheep today."
A thin man with a roe-like head and rat eyes was lying behind the boulder at the end of the pontoon. Cursing, he threw away the sweaty Black Wind Crossbow, rubbed his slippery palms on the sand, and looked across the pontoon.
The dawn is about to rise, and there are forests of green grass on both sides of the pontoon bridge, neatly arranged. This may be the only plant in this muddy lake.
The one-hundred-foot-long pontoon swayed gently in the breeze, and the hemp ropes shimmered like broken mirrors coated with gold powder.
The floating wooden bridge floats on the poisonous swamp. Once someone comes from the opposite side without the ghost market's pass order, the skinny man's companion will lure the visitor to put down his weapons and guard, and he will also shoot sharp arrows in cooperation.
After killing the visitor, their belongings would be taken over by the thin man, and the body would only need to be pushed into the poisonous swamp, where the eight-cheeked black loach would destroy the body and eliminate all traces.
If the visitor has a pass, they will welcome him and give him a map of the ghost market and an invitation to the night auction.
"Hey, can you pretend to be a helpless and weak girl? Don't touch your feet!" The thin man glared at his companion below.
"It's up to you to pretend, that's what I do." The woman in loose clothes glared back. She had plump limbs and a decent face, especially the two exposed pieces of flesh on her chest. (referred to as murder weapon)
Qiuniang is a wild flower that grows in the ghost market, but it is just a king flower. If she behaved more elegantly, she could enter the harem of the emperor of any country. It's a pity that her behavior is completely manly.
There was once a person who was obsessed with sex and thought that he couldn't play while awake, so it would be nice to feel good after being knocked out. Unexpectedly, this person didn't knock Qiuniang out, and she came to the door in person.
He was the first person to kiss Qiuniang, but after the incident, that person's dick was gone.
Afterwards, Qiuniang spread the word in the ghost market: You can have sex with her, and you can keep the things as souvenirs after you're done.
From then on, no man dared to hit her in the ghost market.
"While no one is here yet, do you want to have a shot?" Qiuniang asked and flirted with the thin man on the stone.
"No one will fuck you, I haven't had enough holes yet!" the thin man sneered.
"Stop talking, someone is coming!" The thin man heard the sporadic footsteps. His ears had been specially trained and were extremely sensitive.
The thin man excitedly aimed the crossbow at the thick fog on the other side of the pontoon, his finger resting on the trigger.
"Qiu Niang, long time no see." The figure walked out of the thick fog step by step. The old pharmacist took Chi Chaan to the end of the pontoon and greeted Qiu Niang.
"It turns out to be the old pharmacist, please come in." Qiuniang said with cupped hands.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
"However, people behind you are not allowed to enter." Qiuniang's sharp eyes saw a young man standing behind the old pharmacist, wearing a silver wolf mask on his face, so she had to be careful.
The thin man stared at Chi Chaan carefully and lowered his voice: "This guy doesn't look like a tough guy. He probably doesn't have much skill to kill."
"He looks like a poor guy. The only mask he has on him is worth a little money." Qiuniang muttered without moving her face.
"What a poor guy! If you look at that boy's hands again, you can't see any calluses. He must be a pampered young master from a certain country. He comes out to play." The thin man glanced at Qiuniang with disdain.
"What if he is a master? What if the callus on his hand is removed with ointment?" Qiuniang retorted.
"He is my apprentice." The old pharmacist spoke at this time.
"Don't be joking. Who in the ghost market doesn't know that you only have a disciple like Princess Xiguo. Don't touch the bottom line of not being a stranger in the ghost market." Qiuniang said with a smile, without giving the old pharmacist any favor.
"Either take out the pass or die! It's your choice." After Qiuniang finished speaking, she began to walk towards Chi Chao with murderous intent.
"Even if there are tens of millions of people standing in front of me, if I go, no one in this world can stop me." Chi Chao responded domineeringly, and then jumped over the old pharmacist.
"Actually, there is a third option." Chi Chao had finished breaking his palm, "That is to kill you."
"You? Why do you want to add us? I'm the only one here." Qiuniang was a little scared. She was afraid that Chi Chaan was really a master of hiding. Her fear of Chi Chaan was not just nonsense.
"You guy hiding on the rock, how long are you going to hide?" Chi Chaan looked sharply at the boulder at the head of the bridge.
The thin man was covered in cold sweat. He was confident that he was hiding well and was breathing very lightly. How did Chi Chao know he was here?
"Aren't you coming out yet? Still want to shoot me to death with a crossbow?" Chi Chaan snorted.
The thin man's heart tightened and he couldn't help but clasp his fingers.
The crossbow string rang, toying with his regretful heart, and every stroke was torture to him.
Not only can you guess where he is, but you also know that he is pointing a crossbow at him. How can such a person be a novice if he is not an expert?
Although some people do not have a pass, they can still enter Daze because they have great strength. Sometimes they can exchange money and treasures in the ghost market by telling them the formula of a Kung Fu method or their own spiritual insights.
These masters entered the ghost market empty-handed, but came back with a full load.
"Suddenly -" The crossbow arrow shot through the air and towards Chi Chaos throat without a shadow.
"Seeking death!" Chi Chaan shouted coldly and cut off his palm.
There was another sudden sound, and the crossbow arrow rebounded and shot into the boulder where the thin man was hiding, completely engulfed.
The thin man gasped.
He was able to deflect crossbow arrows with his bare hands without any weapons, proving once again that Chi Chao was a master, not a weakling.
"Senior, forgive me!" The thin man quickly came out of hiding and kowtowed on the ground like garlic.
Qiuniang's legs were trembling. She knew that they had offended someone they shouldn't have offended. Seeing Chi Chao walking towards them step by step, she was even more afraid to escape.
"Forget it, I'm not a murderous person." Chi Chaan waved his hand, but the thin man was so frightened that he peed like urine. That hand could easily split his head open.
"Which hand is the one that shoots the arrow? Chop it off yourself. This will help you remember better in the future!" Chi Chaan said with kindness.
Hearing that Chi Chao didn't want the lives of the two of them, he just wanted a hand. Qiuniang hurriedly followed the instructions, twitching her skirt, and a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing cut straight into the slender man's right hand. When she pulled it back, the sword's edge was not stained with a trace of blood.
The sword was so sharp that it took a moment for the thin man to realize that he had lost one of his right hands.
"Ah!" The thin man held his severed hand and cried loudly.
"Senior, this is the map of the ghost market and the invitation letter to the night auction." Qiuniang raised two sheepskin maps and two gold leaves to Chi Chaan's reach.
"You have a good sword."
Qiuniang has been in the ghost market for many years, but she still knows how to watch people's emotions, and she handed over the soft sword without hesitation.
"Senior, if you like it, give it to senior." Although Qiuniang said with a smile on her face, she felt dissatisfied in her heart.
Chi Chao held it in his hand, and the cool temperature penetrated his palm, which was enough to offset the shortcomings of sweaty palms and inaccurate sword sharpness during battle.
"Do you have a name?" Chi Chaan stroked the smooth mirror-like blade with his fingers.
"Diva Ba."
Chi Chaan put the singer's hand on his waist with satisfaction, and suddenly thought that what he had done was not a little too much.
"It's not for nothing." Chi Chaan said, "The soul cloud is mist, the soul sea is water, and the mist condenses into water."
Chi Chaan's words hit Qiuniang's inner pain. She had been stuck at the peak of mastery for ten years. She had taken a lot of pills to break through the realm, but she had been unable to reach the next level.
After listening to Chi Chaan's enlightenment just now, she felt that there was a faint breakthrough in her realm, and the shackles were slowly disintegrating.
"Thank you for your kindness, senior!" Qiuniang kowtowed, using a sword to get an opportunity to break through the situation, and she made more than a little profit.
"Let's go." Chi Chaan called to the old pharmacist behind him, "Next time, don't catch anyone saying that I am your apprentice. I don't need your cover."
The old pharmacist was speechless and followed him silently.
After Chi Chuan and the others left, Qiuniang looked at the thin man beside her who was in shock due to blood loss. Her eyes swept over her head and stopped under her lower abdomen.
Qiuniang seemed to have seen the delicious food and licked her pink lips.
"Bite!" The sound of teeth clashing.
Chi Chao heard the cries behind him that had stopped starting again, and it was even more miserable, as if Xiao Mingming had been bitten off.
Chi Chao shook his head helplessly and continued walking.
