Archway, an archway higher than the ancient city wall.
I don't know how wide it is. Both sides of the archway are hidden in the black mist, and there is no end in sight.
There are two black stone lions standing in front of the archway.
There are no beads in the lion's mouth. It looks ferocious and doesn't look very pleasing to the eye.
There is a plaque on the archway, with four large twisted characters written on it. It can be vaguely recognized that the words "city in the mountains" are written on it.
There are two worlds inside and outside the archway.
It was pitch black outside, always shrouded in black mist. Occasionally, people would walk out of the black mist carrying lanterns. Of course, there were also people without lanterns. Those were basically ghosts.
Inside the archway, there are bright lights and all the towers and pavilions, exactly like the ancient buildings.
Suspended red lanterns and lanterns float in the air.
People are coming and going on the street, and people and ghosts are walking on the same street. There are many shops on both sides, and there are also many street stalls selling all kinds of things.
"Why is it so lively?" A Hong looked back at Cao Yang. In her heart, the ghost market shouldn't be like this.
"It's normal. It wasn't that lively before, and there weren't any fireworks that were so close to living people."
Cao Yang walked through the archway with a lantern, "There used to be very few people here, and it was only as long as one street. It was just like the old street before I came here."
"Later, as more people came here, more and more people came here to set up stalls, so the ghost market began to expand, and then it became like this."
Several people entered the archway, and the lanterns in their hands were immediately extinguished.
Cao Yang led a few people to a coffin shop on the left side of the archway.
The owner of the coffin shop is an old man with gray hair.
"Xike, why do you want to come in today?"
"Are you going to die? Do you want to buy a coffin?"
The old man looked up and looked at the people who came in, feeling quite surprised.
"No, I can't afford the coffin you have here. It's too expensive." Cao Yang gathered up the lanterns belonging to several people and placed them on the counter. "Bring a few friends in to have a look. As per the old rules, you can put the lanterns for you." this."
The old man looked at the few people, and his eyes soon fell on Wang Xiaoming, "You are not a little brave to bring an ordinary person in, but if you are allowed to accompany him, you must have a good background."
The old man looked at Cao Yang with a smile.
"You're almost my immediate boss." Cao Yang touched his nose.
The old man nodded and said nothing. He put away the lantern and put it on the shelf behind him. "If you need a coffin, remember to find me."
"sure."
Cao Yang forced a smile and quickly turned around and left the coffin shop with a few people.
The old man looked at the people walking out of the coffin shop with a smile.
"Has he always spoken like this without caring about other people's feelings?" Li Jun's face didn't look very good.
"I'm selling coffins, what kind of good things can you expect from me?" Cao Yang said helplessly.
"The old guys here don't have a very good temper. Old Man Wang is already considered to have a good temper."
"Indeed." Li Leping nodded.
In the ghost market, the elderly are not easy to get along with.
Hearing this, Li Jun was still a little unhappy. After all, it was somewhat unlucky to be asked whether he was going to die when he came to his door.
Moreover, the old man did not look at Cao Yang and said it, but looked at all of them and said it together.
"Are those coffins supernatural objects?" Wang Xiaoming asked suddenly.
"Well, the cheapest one is seven yuan, and the most expensive one is twenty-one yuan." Cao Yang walked with a few people on the side of the street and looked at the ghosts or people walking on the street.
Eighty percent of the ghost market is occupied by people and 20% is occupied by ghosts. This means that there are two ghosts among ten people.
What a terrifying ratio this is, everyone knows it.
This is the ghost market, a place where ghosts and humans can trade.
"Make way, something is coming!"
At this time, a hurried voice sounded. Cao Yang and Li Leping's expressions changed slightly, and they quickly led Wang Xiaoming and the others to stand on the roadside.
The other ghost masters on the street also stayed away.
Some ghosts were also avoided.
Soon the street was cleared to a way.
"What happened?" Li Jun looked around cautiously until he saw a team in front of the street.
It was a funeral procession carrying a black coffin.
The team is not big, there are about twenty people in total.
No, not a human, but a ghost.
Walking in front was a man wearing mourning clothes and holding a black and white spiritual tablet. This man lowered his head and could not see his face clearly.
Behind it are two people holding two white sails, also with their heads lowered.
Behind them are eighteen people in mourning clothes carrying a black coffin.
The funeral procession walked down the street and quickly left the ghost market. The moment they walked out of the archway, the procession disappeared.
As the team disappeared, the ghost market returned to its previous appearance.
No one seems to care about this kind of thing.
"No one cares? If such a ghost appeared in Dachuan City, how harmful would it be?" Li Jun looked at Li Leping.
"It will not appear in Dachuan City. The location where the ghost enters is different from us, and the location when it exits is also different." Li Leping said calmly.
"You were right not to take action just now. You will die, and you will die quickly."
Li Jun fell into silence, but soon he said, "If this kind of ghost is imprisoned here, there will be one less supernatural incident in the future."
"..."
Cao Yang had a toothache, and the corners of Li Leping's mouth twitched slightly.
"Are you serious?" Cao Yang couldn't help but ask.
Li Jun frowned, "What's the problem?"
"Cao Yang, take them around, I have something to do..." Before Li Leping could finish speaking, Cao Yang grabbed Li Leping's hand.
His expression was extremely serious, "I don't want to die, and Professor Wang can't die either!"
Li Leping was silent for a while and gave up the idea of leaving the team.
"Major General Li! You can't make a move in the ghost market!" Cao Yang looked at Li Jun seriously, "No matter how bad the other party is, or how disgusting the words they say make you unhappy, as long as the other party doesn't make a move, you can't make a move."
Li Jun's frown deepened, "If someone threatens Professor Wang's safety, I can't do anything?"
"In the ghost market, as long as you follow the rules, no one can threaten Professor Wang's safety, not even ghosts!"
Cao Yang said very seriously.
Li Jun couldn't understand and wanted to say something. Wang Xiaoming pulled Li Jun back and said, "Everything must follow the rules of the ghost market."
"I believe that this ghost market established by Yu Zhile will be very safe." Wang Xiaoming looked at Cao Yang and Li Leping and said with a faint look.
Cao Yang was a little embarrassed, his serious expression disappeared immediately, and he did not dare to look directly into Wang Xiaoming's eyes.
Li Leping was expressionless and didn't care.
Lu Zhiwen, A Hong and Li Jun felt their hearts skip a beat at this moment.
Yu Zhile, the ghost market was actually founded by Yu Zhile, does this mean...
"What did you say you came here for?"
A woman walked towards them, and the ghost masters along the way automatically moved out of the way.
"Just taking a look and seeing if I can get anything good for research." Wang Xiaoming looked at the woman and said.
The woman nodded, "It's a good reason. Okay, because of your special status, I will lead the team for you and explain the function of the ghost market."
Cao Yang and Li Leping were both a little surprised. They didn't expect He Yin'er to lead Wang Xiaoming and the others.
This is indeed somewhat unreasonable.
After all, the relationship between He Yin'er and the headquarters is not very good.
"Sorry to trouble you." Wang Xiaoming nodded and agreed.
Li Jun wanted to dissuade him but was stopped by Wang Xiaoming.
He Yin'er looked at the few people with interest and shook his head, "It doesn't look like much. I don't know why that guy thinks so highly of you."
After saying that, she turned around and said, "Follow me, there are many interesting things in the ghost market, and there are also many unreasonable things."
“If you don’t suffer a loss when entering the ghost market for the first time, you will already have made a profit.”
Wang Xiaoming looked at He Yin'er's back and suddenly asked a question, "How many ghosts have you controlled? How did you do it?"
After two questions, He Yin'er paused slightly. She looked back at Wang Xiaoming, "Does it have anything to do with you? Anyway, I can't do this at the headquarters."
Wang Xiaoming nodded, "It seems there are more than three, or even four."
"Haha." He Yin'er sneered, neither denying nor admitting.
The conversation between the two made Cao Yang worried. He felt that the headquarters should not let Professor Wang come here. It was really too dangerous.
Led by He Yin'er, several people began to visit the ghost market. This place where humans and ghosts can trade safely hides many things they have never seen.
"This kind of mask costs three yuan a piece. You have to wear it yourself to determine your abilities. It's very dangerous, because wearing this mask is equivalent to controlling a ghost."
"The recovery will be quick, but it will be appropriate for the average person."
"But if you don't wear it, it will attract evil spirits. Generally speaking, it has pros and cons."
In front of a stall selling masks, He Yin'er picked up a mask and introduced it to Wang Xiaoming and others.
The masks on the stalls are relatively simple in shape and different from the masks commonly seen outside.
It's more like the facial makeup on those opera faces.
"Ghost masks?" A Hong looked at the dozen masks on the stall. There were many masks, and some were good-looking, but they all felt weird no matter how they looked at them, as if they were a person's face.
"What the hell mask? This is an authentic Jingpu face."
"This is Hua Dan, this is Wu Sheng, this is Sheng Jiao, this is Dan Jiao..."
The owner of the stall was an old woman. She sat in front of the stall, hunched over and looking at A Hong with dissatisfaction.
“If you don’t even recognize Facebook, what kind of ghost market are you coming to?”
"Xiao Yin'er, is this your friend?" The old man looked up at He Yin'er and asked.
"No, from the headquarters." He Yin'er put down the mask, "Don't be angry, mother-in-law. They are all young people and don't understand this. Besides, this mask is indeed a ghost mask. After all, it was peeled off the face of a ghost actor. .”
When the old man heard the voice of mother-in-law, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "It's not wrong. Yin'er is right. This is indeed a ghost mask."
Ah Hong was a little embarrassed, but also a little unbalanced.
"The boy hasn't come back yet? It's been almost a month. What on earth has he been doing? He's always hanging out. When will you two have a baby?"
The old man grabbed He Yin'er's hand and asked worriedly.
He Yin'er suddenly felt uncomfortable, "Mother-in-law, wait until he comes back to tell him about this matter. I don't dare to say this in front of him. Besides, I don't have the intention."
Hearing this, the old man immediately let go of his hand, "Xiao Yin'er, you are not good now. That boy is not a good person. My old bones can't stand the torment. My mother-in-law still wants to live for two more years." .”
He Yin'er smiled and didn't take it seriously.
Several people were surprised when they saw this scene.
It seems that the stall owners here know what the owner of the ghost market is like.
"Mother-in-law, I want to buy a mask." Wang Xiaoming saw that the two of them were no longer talking, "But I don't have any ghost money, can I exchange it for something?"
With that said, Wang Xiaoming took a long box from Lu Zhiwen's hand and opened it. Inside was a red candle that exuded corpse odor.
"After the ghost candle is lit, it can resist the attacks of evil ghosts before the candle burns out."
The old man looked at the red candle lying inside the box and narrowed her eyes slightly, "It's a good thing to save your life. This thing is not much cheaper than my mask."
"In this way, I won't take advantage of you. How about two masks in exchange for this candle?"
Wang Xiaoming nodded, "Okay."
After speaking, he handed the candle and the box to the old man.
The old man reached out and took it, "Just pick two."
Wang Xiaoming looked at Li Jun, who nodded, took two masks from the stall, and sealed them in gold boxes.
"Professor Wang, how many candles are there left?" Cao Yang approached Wang Xiaoming and asked softly.
"You want it?" Wang Xiaoming and Cao Yang kept a little distance.
"No, I'm afraid you don't have enough. After all, the ghost market is very big." Cao Yang said.
Wang Xiaoming nodded, "I will buy it as appropriate."
Seeing that Wang Xiaoming understood, Cao Yang breathed a sigh of relief.
If you use strategic resources like ghost candles to buy unnecessary supernatural items or ghosts, it will be a big loss.
The two masks were put away. Everyone present, including Wang Xiaoming, had no idea how powerful the ghost controller these two masks would bring to the headquarters.
"Mother-in-law, let's leave first. I'll talk to you when I have time."
He Yin'er smiled and said hello, then left the stall with a few people.
"Are there any methods of supernatural recovery sold in the ghost market, such as ways to control a second ghost or a third ghost?"
Wang Xiaoming looked at the bustling streets around him. Some people were selling and some were bargaining.
It's very lively, just like a night market at night.
Ghost markets, also known as mountain markets, mostly appear on battlefields or mass graves, and are mostly places where ghosts and spirits trade.
Ancient books record that mountain markets are virtual, false, evil, and ghosts, and cannot be entered by humans.
"Yes, but they are all old antiques for sale, and the prices are not low." He Yin'er turned back and looked at Wang Xiaoming, "Do you want to buy them?"
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses and said, "If it sells, I will buy it."
"Okay, I'll take you there." He Yin'er didn't do anything, and planned to take Wang Xiaoming directly to the old guy's shop.
"Well, you go first, I'll be back later."
Cao Yang looked at a stall where people gathered, hesitated for a while and said.
"I want to go take a look too." Uncharacteristically, Li Leping also planned to wait for a while before going.
Li Jun, Lu Zhiwen and A Hong followed their gazes and looked at the crowded stall. What was being sold there would interest both of them, or...
"If you don't dare to go, don't dare to go. Why would you care if you were beaten out twice?" He Yin'er looked at the two of them with disdain.
Cao Yang was a little embarrassed, "I secretly stole a pack of medicine from him that time. I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death if I go now."
Li Leping was silent for a while and said, "I stole two packages."
Cao Yang looked stunned, "Did you steal two bags?"
"How did you do it?"
Li Leping said nothing, obviously not wanting to answer.
He Yin'er was speechless, "I'm very surprised that you didn't die."
After saying that, she ignored the two of them and turned around, leading Wang Xiaoming and others towards the drug store.
Although they didn't understand what Li Leping and Cao Yang said, it didn't matter. They might understand it later.
The ghost market is brightly lit and bustling with people, the noisy ghost controllers, the quiet ghosts, and people and ghosts get along harmoniously.
This is undoubtedly subverting some people's views.
But it is said that in front of a high school in a city,
A long-haired man with his upper body naked appeared strangely.
The man is tall and has a good figure, but the tattoo on his back is a bit weird. It is a bride wearing a wedding dress. This tattoo covers almost the entire back, and also takes up some in front of his side.
This bridal tattoo is so delicate that it looks like a living person has been tattooed on your body.
The man looked at his hands and then touched his face, with some surprise in his dead eyes.
"No worse than a starving ghost."
"It's a pity that there is no restart, the bride's puzzle has not been completed, and I can only control 70% of the ghost lake's supernatural powers."
The man lowered his head and glanced at his own shadow. There was a looming candlelight flickering in the shadow.
If you look carefully you will see that the candlelight is two candles that are about to burn out.
With the help of this weak candlelight, the man could clearly see that behind the candle was a mirror, and under the mirror was a woman. Behind the woman was a blood-red coffin, with a red cupboard and two strange figures on the coffin. people.
The woman carrying the coffin closed her eyes tightly, and there was nothing faulty about her face like a porcelain doll.
"It's not quite over yet, but it's almost there."
The man looked at the tattoo on his body, then looked down at his feet again. His eyes flickered slightly, and the ground changed in his eyes.
The ground turned into a lake, and on the lake opposite him stood a woman, a woman dressed in white.
The woman closed her eyes tightly and seemed to have fallen asleep.
"Thirty percent of the ghost lake is not under control, but it's just a matter of time."
On the man's body, a windbreaker appeared out of thin air. He put it on, with his long hair hanging casually on his back.
He was not used to the hair being too long, but he couldn't cut it off because it belonged to the ghost bride.
"It's been almost two months?"
The man raised his head and looked around, and the events of the past two months automatically appeared in his mind. Suddenly he sneered, "It's really weak to be trapped in that place where birds don't poop. Meng Xiaodong's supernatural powers are so powerful." You are such a waste.”
But after thinking about it, he sighed, "It's me after all. It's not good to scold me like this."
The young man thought for a while, and planned to go to the Sakura Country to fish out Ye Zhen and himself, and then prepare to take on the foreign gangsters.
He needs to die one more time to put the Ghost Bride and Ghost Lake into danger.
The two ghosts are still in a silent state now, and they will revive when stimulated in the future.
The two ghosts did not fight each other until death, which was what he had expected.
It was expected that he would wake up earlier than expected.
Thinking of this, Yu Zhile planned to go directly to Sakura Country. He also wanted to see how strong the captain was.
But just when he was about to leave, several middle-aged men who looked elegant and wore glasses ran over quickly.
The leader was a bald middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or almost fifty.
"Detective Wang, you are finally here. The safety lecture has been prepared and is waiting for you."
The leading middle-aged man came up and held Yu Zhile's hand, but suddenly let go.
Without him, Yu Zhile's hands were too cold, just like holding a piece of ice.
Yu Zhile was slightly stunned, but soon he got the information he wanted, "Safety lecture? Another Interpol who makes his own decisions?"
Yu Zhile looked around. This seemed to be Dashan City, and the person in charge was named Wang Song.
But something seemed to have happened, and Wang Song, who was supposed to be there, did not come.
It seems that these people have never met Wang Song.
"Detective Wang?" The bald man in the lead thought something had happened when Yu Zhile didn't speak.
"It's okay, let's go."
Yu Zhile planned to go take a look. He had a hunch that he would encounter something very interesting this time. Maybe he could see the rise of a headquarters captain.
A few people didn't dare to hesitate and quickly took Yu Zhile into the school.
But outside the city, in a villa, a man leaned against the wall with a gloomy face, "Damn it, how could there be an A-level supernatural event here and a ghost knocking on the door!"
"Wang Song, what's the situation now? Have you escaped from the ghosts? Do you need to send support?"
"The situation is very bad. I think I'm going to fall into trouble. This ghost is too scary. I just faced it once and I almost died at the hands of that ghost."
Wang Song looked a little painful, "I've reached my limit. The ghost is about to revive. I'm sorry, I can't handle this supernatural incident."
The mobile phone on the man's chest went silent.
The man didn't care about this. He looked down at his chest. The flesh and blood on his chest was squirming at this moment, as if something was trying to get out of it.
He knew that the ghost in him was about to revive.
"It's really a pity that I haven't seen you yet. I only need to wait a few more days to..."
"Ahem..."
The man suddenly coughed violently, his face became ferocious, the skin on his chest was pushed up, and the outline of a head appeared, pushing up the skin.
The man smiled bitterly, and the look in his eyes quickly passed away.
"Wang Song!" A woman's crying voice rang on the phone, but the voice on the phone soon disappeared, and the call was forcibly hung up after a while.
The man fell to the ground, and the skin on his chest was torn open. A man with blood-red skin stood up from the torn chest.
Creak, creak, creak~!
The sound of chewing sounded strangely, echoing through the aisles.
(End of chapter)
