In Fengdu City, a group of straggling figures were gathering in front of an alley. They all stretched their necks and looked into the distance, apparently waiting for something.
"Coming, coming!" A sudden greeting made everyone tremble and hurriedly gather together.
Looking in the direction of the crowd, I saw two figures walking over. The one on the left was the guy who had made rude remarks to Wu Fan at the restaurant. At this time, he had put on a new outfit and looked a bit more majestic. The one on the right is his senior, the person from the inner hall of the Gongdian.
"Who are you who said you saw that kid!" The man on the left quickly ran a few steps and asked aloud.
"Brother Zhuang! It's me! I saw it!" One of the new ghosts hurriedly waved his hand, "I saw that kid walking this way with my own eyes!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and chase me!" Upon hearing this, Brother Zhuang's eyes flashed and he was about to lead his men to chase him.
"Wait!" The man from the work hall frowned and looked at the new ghost who spoke: "Are you really sure this kid is going this way?"
"Sir, I followed them for a long distance, so I won't admit my mistake!" The new ghost didn't hesitate at all.
"How is this possible?" The person from the work hall frowned, "That's all, let's go over there first!"
After saying this, the man led a group of new ghosts and walked toward the alley. Not long after, a sudden stone pier appeared in front of them.
"Brother Zhuang! Look there!" Someone among the new ghosts suddenly shouted.
Brother Zhuang looked along the direction and saw an iron rod placed neatly on the chess player's table. He looked very familiar.
"That kid's iron rod!" After saying that, Brother Zhuang looked around and saw that there was no other way here. He also looked confused and shouted: "Huh? Why is this kid missing? That guy who plays chess?" Yes, do you know where the owner of this iron rod has gone?"
The person from the Gongdian Hall was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly pulled the junior named Zhuang over: "Watch your words!" Seeing that the chess player did not pay attention to this, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "You Are you sure that guy is just a laborer?"
"Yeah..." Thinking that the boy didn't dare to contradict him at all, Brother Zhuang said without hesitation: "That's right, senior, is there any problem?"
"That's really weird. Just wait here and let me go over and ask..."
"Oops!" Seeing that the boy was no longer in front of him, the new ghost's expression suddenly turned ugly. He was afraid of being misunderstood: "Brother Zhuang! I just saw a fat man next to this boy. Could it be this fat man? Did you hide this kid?"
"Fat man? Where did the fat man come from?" Brother Zhuang frowned when he heard this.
"Uh..." Xingui scratched his head. At that time, his attention was completely focused on Wu Fan. How could he care about what other people looked like, "The fat guy... The fat guy was dressed in tatters and patches. There was really nothing conspicuous about him... Looks sneaky..."
Although a group of new ghosts were unaware of the situation at hand, the people from the Gongdian Hall were no strangers to this place. After all, this was the entrance to the Vientiane Market.
The road in front of me is a dead end. If this new ghost is not lying, then there is only one possibility left at this moment, that is, the labor ghost mentioned by my descendants has entered it!
However, if you want to enter the Vientiane Market, you need to be certified, and it is naturally impossible for an ordinary labor ghost. Therefore, the person from the work palace began to worry that his junior had provoked the wrong person.
But after listening to this new ghost's explanation, the nervous look on the visitor's face softened a lot. As far as he knows, there are some speculators in Fengdu City who will rely on special relationships to obtain market entry certificates, bring some new ghosts who are in need but not qualified enough into the Vientiane Market, and earn a commission from them.
Although this approach is against principle, because the benefits are not small, the people involved turn a blind eye and are "forced" to have their pockets filled...
Moreover, he also knew that these labor ghosts in Gongdian were in a difficult situation and rarely had any free time. Although this allows them to save a lot of money, a large number of these labor ghosts will drink and get drunk when they have free time, relying on spiritual happiness to relieve physical pain, and they can only fall into a cycle.
But there are inevitably some "smart" guys among them who will take advantage of their free time to go out hunting for treasures to please their bosses. They want to use this method to reduce some hard work and make the situation easier! It seems like... this labor ghost should be one of these smart people!
Thinking of this, the visitor from the Gongdian Hall couldn't help but recall the past, and actually felt a little sympathy for each other...
"Senior...Senior, what is the background of this fat man?" Seeing the senior fall into silence, Brother Zhuang was also a little uneasy.
"It's okay, I just remembered some old things!" The man from the work hall shook his head and smiled, then counted the time with his fingers, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "But...since we are here, let me take you here You will gain a lot of experience in the Vientiane Market! And...it’s not good to stay here too much, you should let them disperse first!"
With that said, he came to the chess player and showed his wooden card. The latter didn't even raise his head, he just dropped the chess piece in his hand and heard a crisp click, and saw the scroll on the black stone pier shaking off.
Although Brother Zhuang didn't know what Vientiane Market was, he vaguely guessed that there must be a hidden entrance somewhere! So he turned around and gave a few simple instructions, asking these guys to hide out of the alley for the time being.
After everyone dispersed, the man from the work hall took this junior and disappeared into the scroll...
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At this time, the entrance to the Vientiane Market was already overcrowded with ghosts. Because of the scramble for position, there would be a few complaints from time to time among the noisy crowd, but facing the gaze of the black-armored soldiers, no one dared to have any temper, and could only gnash their teeth and threaten each other.
"Old ghost, you usually join in a lot of fun, but have you heard why the Vientiane Market attracted so many people this time?"
Among the crowds of people, there was a spacious area, like an isolated island in the middle of the river. And right now, in the middle of the island, it was the man with the eyebrows and his group!
Although this group of people seemed friendly and cheerful, no one around them dared to get even closer, as if they were covered with thorns.
Hearing the words of the man with eyebrows, the old man chuckled: "You have asked the right person! I have indeed heard something about this matter..."
"Old ghost, what are you trying to do there? This matter has already spread a lot. He just arrived and didn't know about it!" Next to the old ghost, sitting cross-legged, a shirtless man with a square face and a long upper body was sitting cross-legged. His lower body is short, and he is as tall as this old ghost just sitting on the ground.
"Bah, bah, bah! You're the only one who talks a lot!" Hearing Square Face's sarcasm, the old ghost's face turned red, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"
After saying that, he coughed a few more times, and then explained to Lian Xinmei: "Let me tell you, this time there is a treasure in the Vientiane Market! It is said that as long as there is still a body in the mortal world, you can use it This baby comes back to life!”
"I see..." Lian Xinmei knew the old ghost very well. Since the latter showed the same expression as before, it meant that what he knew was not that simple. "Tell me everything you know."
The old ghost nodded slightly, glanced left and right, then lowered his voice and continued: "This thing is called a dead air bottle! As the name suggests, its function is to absorb dead air!"
Most everything in the world is composed of yin and yang, and some of it comes from emptiness, not to mention.
When alive, the human body is filled with vitality and belongs to Yang; when dying, the human body is filled with death energy and belongs to Yin. Therefore, there is another way of saying that those who have vitality in their bodies are living people, and those who have dead energy in their bodies are dead. This is generally the case.
Under the rules, those who are alive can only exist in the Yang Realm, and those who are alive can only fall into the Yin Realm. And this is restricted by the two qi of life and death. If the flow of the two qi of life and death can be controlled through some method, the rules can be deceived and the game can be played between yin and yang.
As souls, they have naturally merged with the death energy. But if the death energy can be absorbed by some means, maybe we can get a chance to return to the earth! And this method is a dead gas bottle!
After hearing the old ghost's explanation, even his eyebrows nodded slightly. Although they can be reincarnated as long as they cleanse their sins in the underworld, not everyone can let go of their current status in the mortal world and choose to start a new life.
"I said, old ghost, you don't even have a body left in the mortal world. Even if you get the death gas bottle, it is of no use. Why are you here for this?" Square Face interjected.
"Bah! Old ghost, I don't want to be tortured by that criticism anymore, so I have no nostalgia for the mortal world! Even if the death cylinder is placed in front of me, I won't even look at it!" The old ghost glared after hearing this. With a square face, he then sneered: "Besides...you don't really think that returning Yang is so simple, do you?"
"Oh? Is there any other explanation for this?" After hearing this, the man with an eyebrow always felt that things would not be that simple. Now that the old ghost opened his mouth, he hurriedly asked.
"Of course!" The old ghost curled his lips, "As far as the old ghost knows, these dead gas bottles should have been a pair! The ones in the underworld are called dead gas bottles, and the ones in the upper world are called angry bottles! If you want to pass this When the Dharma returns to the Yang Realm, we must not only use the Death Qi bottle to absorb the Death Qi, but also use the Life Qi bottle to retain the Life in the Yang Realm! When the preparations are completed, we must first reverse the Yin and Yang Qi and pour the Life into the soul! After the fusion of life and soul is completed, it must be inhaled into the bottle of death air together with the soul, and there will be another yin and yang inversion! At that time, the death air will return to the underworld, and the life soul will naturally return to the mortal world with life! And in this process There is absolutely no room for error!"
"Why is it so troublesome to go back and forth!" The old ghost's long speech made Sifang Fang confused for a while, and he looked at Lian Xinmei: "Do you understand?"
Lian Xinmei didn't respond, just smiled bitterly.
"Hush! Keep your voice down, the executor is here!" As soon as they finished speaking, an exclamation suddenly came from the side. Lian Mei and the others turned their heads to look, only to see the executor appearing on the road.
"What are you making all this fuss about! This executor never bothered with the auction house, he just patrolled by!" The old ghost was startled by this exclamation and muttered displeasedly.
But before he finished speaking, he saw the executor separated from the crowd and walked in his direction...
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