Existence is reasonable. This is not an old saying, but a truth.
Many people don't understand the key, and old antiques have concerns.
But I want to work like a donkey but I don’t want to feed him. How is this possible?
Old Antique thinks that the younger generation will grow up quickly, but he does not give them any help. Their growth depends entirely on luck.
Ghost money is created in a not-so-friendly way.
But ghost money is equivalent to an extra life for ghost controllers.
Human beings have their own ways, and ghosts have their own paths. Of course, ghost controllers, who are neither humans nor ghosts, must have their own path.
The existence of ghost money can establish a complete currency exchange system.
Yu Zhile felt that it was worthwhile to trade an ordinary person's life for a ghost controller to avoid a ghost's attack.
Anyway, there are a lot of people from abroad.
I heard that the cherry blossoms are about to bloom.
Two days passed quickly, and nothing strange happened.
The grocery store was pushed open, and a woman in red entered the backyard kitchen carrying the vegetables she had just bought from the market.
The early morning sunlight followed the woman into the backyard.
This woman is very accustomed to it and is very obedient.
Women are very smart, there is no denying this. She knows what it means to be dependent on others and what it means to be helpless.
A room in the backyard was pushed open, and a woman wearing white short-sleeves and black jeans walked out with her hair disheveled.
Looking at He Yuelian who was washing and chopping vegetables, Yu Zhile didn't care. He left the backyard and pulled up a lounge chair in the lobby, then sat at the door, basking in the sun that had just risen.
The sunlight showed dazzling colors and fell on the ground.
There are not many people in the old street, only a few families still live here.
This old street has a long history.
Looking at the houses that are different from high-rise buildings, but are built with small pavilions and courtyards.
This reminded Yu Zhile of the era of the Republic of China.
That era seemed very recent. Compared with the distant feudal dynasty era, the Republic of China was the closest era.
Meng Xiaodong also had people she hated. At that time, the person she hated the most was herself.
Meng Xiaodong is desperate. She hopes that she can grow up in the spring breeze, live with the person she likes, and grow old together.
She likes to watch her children running towards her in the sunshine. She will knock down the dates that have been growing in the yard for many years to satisfy her children's appetite.
Of course, if there were children who came to steal dates, she would pretend to be angry and scold them, but she would definitely only find out that they were stealing dates when their pockets were full.
She wanted to live like this.
She is cowardly. Compared to Zhang Dong and the others, she is timid.
She still believed in hope.
"Sister Meng, good morning!"
Deep in the old street, a young man walked past a grocery store carrying a shoulder bag and pushing a bicycle.
"Morning." Yu Zhile nodded, looking at this student who had just entered the third year of high school with a rare smile on his face.
As if he didn't expect Sister Meng to smile at him, his face suddenly turned red, and he felt inexplicably flattered.
"How do you feel at school?" Meng Xiaodong asked.
"It's... not bad..." He stuttered a little, not daring to look up at Meng Xiaodong.
Meng Xiaodong smiled and said, "Okay, let's go to school."
"Okay... okay..." The young man blushed and left in embarrassment.
Yu Zhile watched the young man leaving and his smile faded.
He turned his head and looked at He Yuelian who looked like he had seen a ghost.
"Are you surprised that I can also laugh?"
He Yuelian nodded, "I am very surprised. It should be said that I never thought of it."
No one would have thought that ghosts could laugh.
"Eat it yourself, don't wait for me." Yu Zhile looked away and said in a cold voice.
He Yuelian nodded and turned back to the backyard.
After He Yuelian left, an old man appeared at the street entrance. He was a little stooped and walked slowly.
Yu Zhile looked at the old man without saying anything, got up and went in to get a chair.
The old man was very polite and sat on the chair directly.
Yu Zhile lay down and looked at the sky with thick white clouds.
The old man looked at this old street and did not speak immediately.
This kind of old street, which is rare in this era, will bring back the memories of many elderly people.
I don't know how much time passed, but the old man sighed, "I still can't let her go."
Yu Zhile nodded, "I'll ask her to come out and talk to you."
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is there a difference?"
"Of course, I could be anyone, but no one could be me."
After saying that, Yu Zhile's figure began to change, and his delicate and young face quickly became older.
A familiar old man appeared in front of him.
The old man fell silent as he watched the old man sitting up from the recliner.
There was no free conversation as expected. Neither of the two old men spoke. They just looked at this old street that could bring back memories.
I don't know how much time passed, but the old man stood up and said, "Let's go, kid, you better do what you said."
After saying that, the old man straightened his back and walked out of the old street.
The old man left quickly, and Meng Xiaodong's face and figure quickly returned to their previous appearance.
Yu Zhile casually spread his disheveled hair behind him and lay down on the lounge chair again.
"You almost died just now." A middle-aged man appeared strangely on the chair where the old man was sitting.
"I know." Yu Zhile looked into the distance. If he hadn't smiled at the young man, he would have died, and he would have died.
"Just wait, Mr. Qin will come too." The middle-aged man propped up his knees and looked at the stone slabs on the street.
"Already here."
"Huh?" Zhang Xianguang turned his head and looked at Yu Zhile. Suddenly he thought of something and sighed, "You have a great destiny."
Yu Zhile didn't speak. Any more words at this time would challenge some people's bottom line.
"I heard that you are planning to open a ghost market here?"
"Do you need my help?"
Ghost City, also known as Mountain City.
To create a ghost market, you need a lot of things, and it doesn't just have to be scary enough.
The foundation of a ghost market is the vendors, the customers who come to make purchases.
If there are vendors but no customers, then this ghost market is basically a dead market, but a disaster.
The ghost market will attract evil ghosts, but evil ghosts will abide by the rules of the ghost market when they enter the ghost market.
This is an extremely weird situation. As long as any ghost market exists, no matter how big or small, a rule will appear inexplicably.
A rule that only fierce ghosts will obey.
This greatly ensures the safety of vendors.
But if the rules are artificially broken, then this ghost market will become an unsolvable supernatural event.
There is a file at the headquarters that has been sealed for a short time.
It was a supernatural incident, codenamed Ghost Road.
That road is a small ghost market with broken rules.
"You can help me promote it." Yu Zhile thought for a moment and nodded.
He really needs people.
Someone needs to spread the word about the existence of ghost markets.
The purpose of the ghost market he established is very simple. It is apparently to open up a way for civilian ghost masters to survive, so that they can get what they want here.
In fact, it was just something he wanted to be seen by the old man.
There are many murder patterns in his memory, but they are all false and need to be supplemented by supernatural powers.
It was originally conceived in Yu Zhile's memory, and then swallowed a large number of powerful ghosts, and then used those ghosts to give birth to Yu Zhile's consciousness.
Now he just has Meng Xiaodong's supernatural powers and murderous rules.
The rest of his killing routine is still there, but it can't be used.
His essence is composed of those murderous laws, and he needs supernatural powers to complete those murderous laws.
He had two purposes for opening the ghost market. The first was to make those old guys trust him, and the other was to strengthen himself and start casting a book by the way.
"On the surface, you are creating a trading platform for ordinary ghost masters. Behind the scenes, I can't imagine what your real thoughts are, but it must be related to your plan."
"I already know roughly what the plan is. I don't care what your real purpose is in opening the ghost market. As long as you go there to save the world, even if you kill half of the people in the world, there is actually no problem."
Zhang Xianguang doesn't think it's wrong to kill one to save a hundred. As long as there is such a chance, even if it is slim, he will do it.
He doesn't think about whether killing that person can actually save a hundred people. It doesn't really matter.
He has no choice in this world.
It is okay to kill one person and save another.
The process is not important, the result is important.
No matter if the process is wrong or not, as long as the result is right, it's all worth it.
There is no room for thinking, no logic to talk about, it just depends on the environment.
It was a big mistake, so wrong that it couldn't be more wrong. Everyone knew it was wrong, but it got an extremely rare correct result.
Is this right or wrong?
If ghosts can be killed, then this is wrong.
The opposite is true.
Zhang Xianguang didn't expect that the woman in front of him, who was holding the source of the ghost lake but was actually a man, would do anything right.
He also didn't believe that Yu Zhile was the kind of good person and saint who cared about the country and the people.
He is not such a person. He is destined to regard everyone as ants and garbage.
He will definitely do many things that are not in line with moral laws.
But as long as the end result is right, it doesn't matter.
Right and wrong are things that only those who live in peace and prosperity, have enough to eat, and have nothing to do will evaluate.
This is not important to people like them.
"The path is the same. If you want to gain, you have to lose. If you want peace and prosperity, you have to die."
Yu Zhile looked into the distance. Death has been a necessary condition for peace and prosperity since ancient times.
This is a bad habit behind the wheel of history.
But is this really a bad habit?
"I don't think about how many people will die, because I don't care. I only think about whether I can stand at the top, and whether there will be people below looking up to me. This is very important."
"So, I have to save the world, I have to keep those ants alive."
"I want them to know that it is not the gods who raise their heads, but me. I want them to respect me as they respect gods."
From ancient times to the present, it has been passed down through the ages. In fact, the people who are well-known to every household are not saints, famous generals, or emperors.
Until now, many people don’t know who the saints are, who the emperors are, and who the famous generals are.
There are too many, and many people don’t know it, especially those who have not read books.
But there is a kind of existence that is a household name. They do not promote themselves, but their deeds have been passed down through the ages. They may not be household names, but their names are known to everyone.
What are they?
Yu Zhile turned his head slightly and said, "I want to be a god, I want to step onto the altar."
"The people who are known to every household will not be saints, generals or emperors, but gods."
Zhang Xianguang looked at this woman. The woman's voice was very soft, very soft, as soft as a mother whispering next to her baby.
She spoke softly as if she was afraid of scaring him.
Zhang Xianguang felt that he had been frightened.
The old antiques are looking for an opportunity to end the supernatural resurgence.
The new generation of ghost masters is looking for hope of survival.
But the young man in front of him has only one goal. The old antique has been struggling for a lifetime and cannot deal with it. The supernatural resurrection that cannot be ended is just a path for this young man to reach that goal, an inconspicuous path.
While others were still alive, he had transcended life and death and began to move towards the God who should not exist.
The strongest man condensed in an era, his father, who is already old and about to die, is just a mortal.
He is not God, and he is accepting death that is coming.
Precisely because he was not a god, he compromised the young man.
Zhang Xianguang feels that such a person should not be born in this era.
It was too fast and too weird.
god?
Out of reach, I don’t know the existence of true and false.
But at this moment, he seemed to see the predecessor of God.
Zhang Xianguang looked at this young man and was speechless.
"If there really are gods and Daluo in the world, I will also be above them. I will look at them like ants, just like I look at you. There is no difference." The woman's voice is still soft, just like before. appearance.
Zhang Xianguang remained silent.
The woman in red standing at the door of the grocery store looked at the woman in white, extremely shocked.
"If there are gods in this world, then they should die." Zhang Xianguang looked up at the sky and murmured softly.
Zhang Xianguang left and went to the Ghost Post Office to modify some of the rules of the Ghost Post Office for Yu Zhile, which was also a way of telling those poor messengers that you can go to the ghost market to seek opportunities to suppress the resurrection of the evil ghost.
At noon, the old street welcomed several old people from the past.
They were led into the grocery store by He Yin'er.
After they entered the grocery store, they all had an idea in mind, why don't they turn around and leave. It's nothing, it's not embarrassing.
The grocery store was unremarkable, and the objects that could only be used by dead people were everywhere, making this small grocery store look a bit cold.
But the few people in the grocery store now don't think that the coldness of the grocery store is due to those dead objects that are not supernatural.
The grocery store has two beautiful scenery lines.
It’s hard not to notice the two conspicuous colors of one red and one white.
"To be honest, this is the first time I've seen her." An old woman wearing a shroud looked at the woman sitting behind the counter, flipping through a book.
He Yuelian is sitting on a stool learning how to make paper figures.
I have been learning for two days, and I have some talent. Now I can split bamboo strips.
"Do you think I'm still dreaming?" The woman looked up at an old one-eyed man.
The old man shook his head, "I would rather believe that I am dreaming, not you."
The old man looked at this woman who looked exactly like Gui Hu, "You knew you were in reality from the beginning?"
"No, you think too highly of me." The woman shook her head.
He Liansheng nodded. If this was true, it would be acceptable.
"You can choose the houses on this street as you please, and you can place the items you bring with you as you wish. Don't worry about any problems. As long as I'm here, you won't be able to cause any trouble."
"The ghost market will not be opened until I know what the situation is at the ghost bank, but don't worry, the ghost market will be opened no matter what the ghost bank is like."
The woman closed the book and said, "The ghost street you brought can be used now. You can choose the location."
"It doesn't need to be too troublesome about the sharing. Just pay the rent every month. It's not expensive. It only costs three yuan a month. You are special. We won't charge you any money for the first three months."
"If something happens, come to me and I'll handle it. You should know the rules in the ghost market, so I won't go into details."
"After the ghost market opens in the future, you will be responsible for telling the newcomers the rules of the ghost market."
"Remember, don't care about other people's life and death. You will make profits by doing business."
"If you don't follow the rules, the price you pay is your life."
The woman spoke softly, but no one present would think that she was a talkative master.
"We have no objection." He Liansheng took the lead and agreed.
The woman nodded, turned to look at He Yin'er, "You make arrangements."
He Yin'er nodded and took his grandfather and others to find a place to stay.
He Yuelian, who was arranging the bamboo strips, looked at the people leaving with a look of envy in her eyes.
Their lives were in their own hands, not in the hands of the woman behind the counter who picked up the book again.
This made her envious.
(End of chapter)
