【Believe in the country】
Soon, under the leadership of Huang Lin, the group came to a river. As for this river, if you look closely, it's neither too big nor too small. The width of the river is about twenty meters. The river is quite gentle and not rushing.
Woohoo! !
When they came to the river, a strange whistle appeared in Huang Lin's hand. The whistle looked like a skull that had been shrunk many times. He held it in his hand and blew it gently, and a special sound like a ghost's cry began. Echoing in the night sky, anyone who hears it can feel a kind of fear coming from the soul, as if they are in the Nine Netherworld.
After blowing for a while, Huang Lin put down the whistle in his hand.
"This is the ghost whistle. When it is blown, a ferryman will arrive to take us to the ghost market. At that time, we will follow him and we can go to the ghost market. During this process, please don't talk casually."
Huang Lin explained immediately.
"To summon the ferryman, does it need to be somewhere with a river?"
Zhong Yan looked at the river in front of him, his eyes thoughtful, and he had already experienced thousands of simulations under the palace of the soul. Huang Lin does not blow the whistle elsewhere, but in front of a river, which means that the river is the key factor in the appearance of the ferryman.
Even if you are not blind, you can still see and guess.
"Well, that's right. To summon the ferryman, you need to be somewhere with a river. If there is no river, blowing the whistle will be useless."
Huang Lin nodded and affirmed.
There was not much to say after that, and the group of people waited quietly.
"coming."
Not long after, I saw a bamboo raft appearing at some point above the river, quietly moving down the river. On the bamboo raft, there was a white lantern hanging, and in the lantern, green lights were shining. When people see the light, they can't help but feel chilled, as if they saw a will-o'-the-wisp. A figure covered in black and wearing a bamboo hat is ferrying across the bamboo raft holding a pennant.
Slowly stopped in front of everyone.
"Come on, let's go up."
Huang Lindang took the lead and started walking towards the bamboo raft. Zhong Yan and Miao Miaomiao got off the Nu Qing Chicken together, turned the Nu Qing Chicken into cards again and took it back to the Consciousness Sea Spirit Platform, and walked towards the bamboo raft together. When I stepped onto the bamboo raft, I could clearly feel that there was a different chill in the bamboo raft. It seemed that it was not made of ordinary bamboo. However, A Bao seemed to be somewhat interested in the bamboo on the raft. His eyes He kept staring at the bamboo raft, as if saliva was about to drip from the corner of his mouth.
"Abao, you have to be good. If you can't eat this, I'll give you something delicious."
Miao Miaomiao quickly hugged A Bao and stuffed a piece of fine iron into A Bao's mouth, fearing that it would not be able to bear it and attack the bamboo raft in one bite. No one knew what would happen if it really wanted to eat it, and the consequences would be disastrous. It's really serious.
"Po, be quiet."
Zhong Yan also smiled and patted Abao on the head and said softly.
When the ferryman in front of the bamboo raft heard this, it seemed that the bamboo pole in his hand paused for a moment, and his body became a little stiff, but he continued the ferry, heading downstream, drifting down, neither too fast nor too slow. In front of him, on the hanging lantern , blooming with a layer of green light, illuminating the river into a green color.
In a moment, the scenery in front of him changed amazingly.
The river unknowingly widened, and a vast long river appeared in front of us. All around, I don’t know when, layers of fog appeared. The fog was so thick that it was difficult for my eyes to penetrate through it.
"The world has changed silently. Has this left Yao Qing?"
Zhong Yan felt a sense of awe in his heart. He was certain that the river he was in now was definitely not the same river he was in before. When it changed, he didn't notice it even when he was on the bamboo raft.
It's really weird and unpredictable.
"This is a branch of the Huangquan Holy River. According to legend, the Huangquan Holy River runs through all the heavens and worlds, connects all major civilizations, and leads endless souls to reincarnation in the six realms."
Huang Lin said slowly.
The Yellow Spring Holy River is not only the supreme holy river in the underworld, but also contains incredible dangers. There is a legend about the Huangquan River where goose feathers do not float and there are countless dead souls. It has been circulated for a long time. It is impossible to fly in the sky above the Huangquan River. Once in the air, the gods will fall into the river and sink and struggle in the Huangquan River forever. .
"Unjustly accused, I am unjustly accused. I am not guilty. Pull me up quickly."
There are souls of the dead looming in the mist, wailing in pain and calling for help, as if they want the people on the bamboo raft to help them.
"I am Pei Luoxi, I am the eldest princess. Pull me up quickly. I don't want to stay in the Huangquan River. Just save me and go up. I can give you money, lots and lots of money. I can give you power and give you power over the world. I just flew in the sky, why did I fall into the Huangquan River? I am not willing to accept it."
An old-looking woman, aged between seventy and eighty years old, with a face that looked like an old witch, was struggling and wailing in the underworld, constantly accusing everyone on the bamboo raft. If you want to be rescued, you will use all kinds of temptations, including money, power, and all kinds of temptations.
Snapped! !
Miao Miaomiao was so frightened by that look that she smashed a bamboo shoot she just held in her hand, and with one blow she smashed the old witch who had finally struggled to the surface of the water and continued to sink into the underworld.
"Old witch, get out of here."
Miao Miaomiao said with a scared look on her face.
"Don't be afraid, don't worry, if you enter hell, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell."
Zhong Yan smiled and patted Miao Miaomiao on the head, said softly, and glanced at the river with disdain.
Some people are destined to die, and some people are destined to perish in hell and never be reincarnated forever. Over there in the underworld, they are specialized in doing this. They are professional enough, and even the eighteen levels of hell are waiting for them. Most of those who entered Huangquan River were not good people.
"Don't close it, and don't get close to the edge of the raft. It would be terrible if you get pulled in. These guys are very keen to drag a few people along as their backs."
Huang Lin shook his head and said.
The ferryman didn't speak, he was still holding the bamboo raft as usual, and kept moving forward.
Time seemed to have no meaning at this moment. Unknowingly, the bamboo raft suddenly docked and stopped at a port.
This port also appeared inexplicably, shuttling in the mist. When I saw it, I was already in the port. In the port, there was not just a bamboo raft, but bamboo rafts docked one after another, all the same. Bamboo rafts, lanterns. You can tell at a glance that these are bamboo rafts made by Chengjian. This bamboo raft has a name, called Yin Yang Ferry.
The port also has a name, it says Huangquan Port.
"Okay, we're here. Come on in."
Huang Lin said with a smile, stepping off the bamboo raft first, followed by Zhong Yan and the others.
Anyway, when we came here, there was no reason to back down. When we got off the bamboo raft, we saw that the ferryman was holding the bamboo raft away again. The same was true for the other ferrymen. They didn't stop too much at the port. His duty is to ferry people across the underworld.
Across all heavens and realms.
"What a big wind and sand."
Miao Miaomiao glanced ahead and saw a strong wind blowing, bringing with it bursts of yellow sand.
"This should be a secret place."
Zhong Yan glanced around and vaguely felt a very familiar aura. This aura came from the fact that he had been in a similar place. After thinking about it for a moment, he already thought that this was clearly a strange place he had entered. It’s a feeling that can only be felt in a special secret realm derived from it.
Immediately, he was sure that he had entered a secret realm.
"It seems that the ghost market is indeed related to the underworld. The wonders of the secret realm can connect all the heavens and the world. This is really magical."
Zhong Yan secretly had a thought flash in his mind.
There is no doubt that this is something incredible.
The anticipation for the ghost market is getting stronger.
There were not only them at the port, but also many other people, all brought here by the ferrymen. It could be seen that there were men and women, and even many of them were of foreign races. I don’t know the specific details. After entering the port, A mysterious power fell on his body, and his face and body were shrouded in an invisible mist, with an inexplicable hazy feeling, and even his spiritual mind could not detect the face under the mist. Even this kind of concealment cannot be dispelled by anyone.
"This is what the ghost market prepares for all visitors. It means hiding your identity. In the ghost market, you can guarantee absolute safety. No matter what kind of rare treasures are sold here, you can transfer them to another place." Even the people in charge inside the ghost market don’t know about it. Safety is absolutely guaranteed. As long as you don’t tell anyone about what you buy, no one will know. Therefore, the existence of the ghost market is loved by countless monks. Many shady people Everything is sold here. However, all the transactions used here are eternal coins, and other currencies are not recognized here."
Huang Lin opened his mouth to explain.
There is no doubt that this approach ensures privacy and security to the greatest extent. You will not be targeted by someone just buying something. Here, after you buy something, you will not be able to recognize it when you turn around.
"It's really amazing. Now I'm looking forward to it more and more to see what kind of gains I can get here."
Zhong Yan said with a smile.
"Well, let's go. After entering, you can wander around separately. The ghost market will end at dawn. At that time, people will be sent away automatically and returned to the place where they entered. I hope you can gain something here."
Huang Lin said with a smile.
Entering here, I had no intention of continuing to get together.
The ghost market is a very private buying and selling process. Generally speaking, people who are not very familiar with each other will not get together, which is not conducive to hiding one's identity. Obviously, he had no intention of being with Zhong Yan and the others. Of course, Zhong Yan thought so too.
Then he nodded and followed the crowd together.
There is yellow sand everywhere in front of you, but in the yellow sand, you can see an oasis standing. This oasis is not big, and it cannot even be called an oasis. It is the ruins of an ancient battlefield, and bones can be seen scattered everywhere. A city-like market appeared in front of them. The entire city was made of bones, and countless ferocious heads shocked people's hearts.
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