Chapter 21 The Ghost Market of the Money-Redeeming Ghost
The full moon hangs high.
It is midnight.
Shen Lian first rushed to a remote corner of Nancheng District and put on the coir raincoat and bamboo hat that he had hidden in advance during the day to ensure that everything was safe.
Before leaving, he put the myna in a birdcage. After all, the myna was too noisy and would easily expose himself if he was brought into the ghost market.
Shen Lian planned to keep a low profile when he went to the ghost market.
"Since the Yamen has allowed the ghost market to exist for decades, there should be no major disasters."
Be cautious all the way.
When Shen Lian went deep into Nancheng District, he immediately smelled the unique sour smell of mineral salt. It was hard to imagine that the snow-white tribute salt sent to the capital came from here.
Miners have contracted many stubborn diseases in order to mine salt.
Faintly coughing could be heard.
Shen Lian operates Zhulang Jin out of caution, and the medicinal food in his stomach continuously generates nutrients, which in disguise can maintain the consumption of strength for a long time.
The iron cloth shirt was used accordingly, plus the silver-white scales covering his vital points. Even if he encountered a warrior, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.
"Haha, there are quite a lot of people." Shen Lian lowered his bamboo hat and slowed down his breathing.
There are figures nearby heading to the ghost market.
They also concealed their appearance and deliberately stayed dozens of meters apart. Even if they had Qinggong foundation, they did not dare to show it in front of others.
Shen Lian slowed down and followed the crowd.
Compared to the daytime, Lantian Street at night is no longer deserted. You can see dim candlelight from a long distance away.
After dozens of warriors submerged into the ghost market, they still did not make any movement.
The ghost market in Shen Lian's eyes is a long-abandoned street.
As everyone knows, the inside and outside of the ghost market are completely divided into yin and yang.
From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, just at the entrance and exit of the ghost market, there are a large number of hideous-looking ghosts.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
The ghosts are all skinny and skinny, with varying degrees of mutilation of their limbs.
According to rumors, if a mortal dies due to resentment, his soul cannot be reincarnated, and if he remains in the earth, he will turn into a "lonely ghost".
There were iron chains tied around their necks, and together they held up a plaque made of resentment, with the four words "Ghost Market on the First Floor" clearly written on it.
"I'm over fifty, and I'm afraid my energy and blood have declined, so I won't be able to eat it well!"
"Martial artist, if there is a warrior, eat him, eat him!"
“The flesh and blood of a warrior can increase his spiritual power for ten years, and it is delicious and nourishing!”
………
Shen Lian glanced at the doorway and couldn't help but swallowed.
“Why has the appetite increased so much? Is there an opportunity to gain experience in the ghost market?”
You must know that the progress of the warrior profession is already 81.4%. Once promoted, you will be innately skilled in the holy body. It must be more terrifying.
Click.
There were cracks on the surface of the bone blade. At first glance, the gap looked like a mouth full of jagged teeth. A long and narrow tongue licked the blade.
The lonely ghosts dispersed one after another.
They did not notice the five-hundred-year-old demon inside the bone blade, but they instinctively felt fear in their hearts and lay on the ground shivering.
By the time the lonely ghost came to his senses, Shen Lian had disappeared into the ghost market.
Not long after Shen Lian went to the ghost market, a gray-haired woman stepped onto Lantian Street, her appearance not much concealed.
Zhu Yihong is familiar with the road and obviously understands the truth about the ghost market.
"If it is too late to allocate supplies, the opportunity to trade in the ghost market should not be wasted on purchasing these sundries."
The existence of the ghost market is extremely special.
Not only are they spread across thirty-seven towns in the south and north of Nanfangbuzhou, but the number is still increasing as time goes by.
No one knows the origin of the ghost market. Even if manpower is wasted to destroy a single ghost market, a new ghost market may arise after a few days.
The court noticed. The ghost city is isolated by resentment, which gives rise to strange rules.
The appearance of living people in the ghost market has become indistinguishable, as if the ghost market deliberately maintains the secrecy of transactions.
The ghost market sells rare treasures, and the deeper you go into the ghost market, the rarer the rare treasures become, but... you have to pay for them with your life.
Because the vendors in the ghost market are all greedy [money redemption ghosts].
………
Shen Lian observed the ghost market for a while and found that the stalls were full of strange things, including antique calligraphy and paintings, unknown medicinal materials, and even weapons strictly prohibited by the government.
“It’s all in vain, but the items for sale are quite complete.”
Shen Lian touched the bone blade on his chest.
"If I had known there was a ghost market, I wouldn't have bound an ornament that couldn't fight the enemy."
The bone blade cracked open again, sticking out his tongue angrily.
Shen Lian never noticed anything strange about the bone blade. He just looked at each stall with his eyes and watched the transactions of others.
All the stall owners hide in the shadows and only speak briefly when business comes to them.
According to Bai Haibo, the origin of the objects in the ghost market cannot be asked, as they may have been stained with a lot of blood.
It seems that this is why the items in the ghost market are relatively cheap.
Not only are antique calligraphy and paintings cheaper than on the market, but also medicinal materials are on the lower side. Wild ginseng from the 1980s or 1990s only costs twenty taels.
Shen Lian suppressed his appetite, and the source of the throbbing in his bones should be in the ingredients.
But he came mainly for martial arts, and the money he brought out was only a hundred taels.
"It's a pity that rummaging through objects is really eye-catching, otherwise I would have to identify them no matter what. Maybe I can gain experience."
Shen Lian stopped in front of a stall. He could vaguely see that the stall owner in the shadow was an old man.
The old man sells the Four Treasures of the Study, mixed with more than a dozen shabby books, most of which are books about scholars, except for one secret book.
[Iron Arm Kung Fu]
As the name suggests, Iron Arm Kung Fu should be a horizontal exercise targeting the acupoints on both arms.
"This trip is worthwhile, it is the martial arts of Heng Lian."
"How to sell it?"
Shen Lian pointed to the secret book, and the old man raised his head and said: "Five taels, only five taels."
Even if Henglian people find it annoying, the price of five taels is definitely a sure profit.
Shen Lian put the money within the old man's reach without communicating too much with the latter, picked up the secret book and turned around to leave.
The old man covered his mouth and chuckled, "We have business."
He stretched out his bloodless arm. The moment it touched the money, mottled blood stains appeared on the money, and he was filled with resentment. Overflowing.
The shadow on the arm retracted, and dense acne broke out on the skin. The acne looked like copper coins, with pus dripping from it, and the ground sizzled.
What is a [redeem ghost]? It spreads resentment through buying and selling.
If the money-redeeming ghost has a low level of spiritual practice, the blood will not flow smoothly after the transaction. However, if the money-redeeming ghost has a spiritual practice of more than a hundred years, the money or objects it handles will be extremely poisonous and can kill people.
However, it can be seen from the fact that the people who entered the market were not seriously injured that the [1st Floor Ghost Market] is just a small operation, and there are no century-old money redemption ghosts.
“Hey hey hey.”
“Since you are a warrior, if you trade in the ghost market on the first floor four times, you will definitely die.”
The old man grinned lightly.
He did not continue to pay attention to Shen Lian. After all, the latter was just a martial arts disciple. Even if he died in the ghost market, his flesh and blood would not be enough for the first-level ghosts to share.
The real appetizer is always the warrior who thinks he can resist the temptation.
Even if they can restrain their desires, once they enter and exit more than ten times, they will be pulled into the even more terrifying second-level ghost market by the ghost market.
“Huh?”
The old man's eyes widened suddenly, and the tearing pain spread all over his body. Part of his resentment suddenly appeared lost, and his right arm began to rot from the wrist.
(End of this chapter)