In the thick fog, the two people walked quickly.

Orion Sun Tiecheng walked very fast, covering more than seventy miles in half a day, but it was a bit far behind the speed of a third-level traveling cultivator.

"Are you really a traveling monk?" Li Banfeng was a little impatient as he left.

Sun Tiecheng answered honestly: "Sir, we can't go too fast. If we go too fast, we won't find the old land."

"What's the reason for this?"

"I can't explain why. I just know that I have to walk slower on this road to find the gate of the old land."

Is there still a gate in the old land?

Li Banfeng became more and more curious as he listened.

After walking for another half day, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and a city could be vaguely seen ahead.

Different from Lushui City, this is not a city, but an ancient city with city walls, battlements, and gates and towers.

Sun Tiecheng said: "Sir, this is Fisherman's City. Pass through Fisherman's City and go south until you reach Tieyang Mountain."

"Fishermen's City? There are a lot of fishers?"

"It's not that Yu, he's that Yu. I can't read and don't know what to say."

Suddenly there was a city in the boundless wilderness. Li Banfeng was a little worried. This city didn't give him a good feeling. It seemed like danger was waiting for him.

Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck is the foundation for establishing a stable life while traveling.

Li Banfeng said to Sun Tiecheng: "We are not going into the city, we will go around."

"If you can't get around it, you'll get lost."

Li Banfeng looked at Sun Tiecheng in surprise: "Have you been to Tieyang Mountain before?"

"Been there."

"You are a traveling cultivator. You have traveled before and still can you get lost?"

"If you can get lost, this city is so evil. You can only go through the city, but you can't go around it."

Li Banfeng became more and more puzzled: "If you walk close to the city wall, you can't get around it?"

Sun Tiecheng had a look of confusion on his face: "Sir, if you gave me money, I would definitely not dare to lie to you. There is really no way around this city. If you don't believe me, I will give you the money back."

"That's not necessary," Li Banfeng waved his hand, "Let's go into the city."

After entering the city gate, Li Banfeng looked around.

Needless to say, this city is quite large, with spacious streets, stone pavements, and rows of houses on both sides. However, it has not been taken care of for many years, so it looks a bit shabby.

Although the building is dilapidated, there are still a lot of people. There are people wandering on the streets, stalls on the roadside, and shops of all sizes are open, with people coming in and out from time to time.

The old land became the old land because Zhengdi lost its popularity. According to the lady, there are not even a hundred people in a land of a hundred miles.

But why are there so many people in this city?

Others would definitely not be able to understand it, but Li Banfeng didn't find it strange, because these people were very special, with their faces glowing green.

To be precise, they are not humans, but ghosts.

The city is full of dead souls wandering around. Just like Ma Wu said, they regard themselves as human beings and have absolutely no caution and taboos that ghosts should have.

These dead souls are different from what Li Banfeng usually sees. The flesh and blood on their bodies are very real and complete, and they feel comparable to the flesh and blood of the Earth God.

Are they all earth gods?

This is impossible!

They don't have that power.

But where did this flesh and blood come from?

Could this be caused by living in the old land for many years?

The two of them walked not far on the street when they heard someone shouting from the roadside ahead:

"Pain is pain, injury is injury, blood is like the Yangtze River, a small pain will become a disease if it is cold, and a small injury will become a sore if the blood is hot!"

What is this for?

When I walked in, I saw a man carrying a box and selling medicines to onlookers:

"This is my ancestral secret recipe, specially used to treat waist and leg pain.

There are twenty-one medicinal herbs in this patch. There is no pearl ginseng or bezoar dog treasure. They are all worthless herbs.

Home remedies can cure serious illnesses, and herbal medicine will make famous doctors angry. Our medicine is not expensive. It only costs two yuan per patch. If the illness is serious, two patches will be enough, and if the illness is mild, one patch will be enough."

Li Banfeng smiled: "This person is quite interesting."

It's really interesting, selling plaster to ghosts.

Does the ghost need to apply plaster? Will it be effective if it is applied?

It might actually work for these ghosts with intact flesh and blood.

Sun Tiecheng smacked his lips and said: "This gentleman, he is a picky and a picky man. He is all a liar. There is nothing good to see."

Picking a skin, a slang term, refers to people selling medicine in the arena.

Luqianhan is a plaster seller, because in the old days, plasters had to be roasted over a fire before they could be applied.

This kind of charlatan selling medicine can't be real, but I didn't expect that this man has become a ghost and uses this charade to deceive people.

However, the people buying medicine in this circle are also ghosts. Li Banfeng wanted to see what methods ghosts use to deceive ghosts.

The man glanced at Sun Tiecheng, and then shouted: "Someone just said that I was a liar. We are strangers. I don't know where you started talking about this.

I am an honest person. I honor my parents at home and make friends abroad. What matters most is my reputation. When I heard what you said, I felt aggrieved.

I want this face, I fight for this tone, and today I will risk my life to spread my name. I don’t get any money for this medicine, I give it away for free!”

Free gift?

Li Banfeng pinched his chin and looked more and more fascinated.

How can I defraud you of money if I give it to you for free?

Sun Tiecheng advised from the side: "This gentleman, don't look at it. He is trying to cling to people. This is a trick of the rivers and lakes."

Li Banfeng still refused to leave.

The man added: "Although my medicinal materials are cheap, they come with a cost. I really can't afford to give them to everyone present.

I have ten tickets here. I will throw them away and you can pick them up. Whoever picks them up, I will give a medicine. There are people who can pick up the tickets, but there are no people who can’t pick them up."

The man started throwing paper tickets out, and Li Banfeng actually received one.

Good luck!

I see how he still moves back.

The man added: "Yesterday, someone gave me a patch of medicine. When he got home, he felt that it was no money and he didn't feel bad, so he threw it away.

A gentleman is easy to cure, but a villain is difficult to prevent. If you take the medicine, please give me a capital, just give me one dollar."

Li Banfeng shouted: "Isn't it free? Why do you want money again?"

The man said: "This brother is right. We must keep our words. Spitting is a thorn. If I say I will give it, I must give it."

For one dollar, you give me a copy of the medicine, and I will give you another medicine. If it doesn't work, you can ask me to refund the money. If it works, you can spread my reputation for me."

Li Banfeng shook his head repeatedly. Who would believe that he could defraud money by this method?

…

Five minutes later, Li Banfeng took two plasters and followed Sun Tiecheng forward.

"Sir, I told you this is a liar, why are you still fooled?"

"It's okay, it's not much more than a dollar, just for fun. My legs are really hurting these past two days."

Li Banfeng did indeed have leg pain. The reason for the leg pain was not because of the injury, but because the level of home cultivator was higher than that of travel cultivator.

So what is the purpose of buying this plaster?

If you buy it, just buy it.

Not far away, I heard an old man yelling: "There are not many people here today to talk about fortune, but there are many things to do. The good and bad luck are all written on the face.

The changes of yin and yang are infinitely wonderful, and the world is in the palm of my hand. I took a quick look and saw a clue.

Someone had a bad incident at home, someone had a quarrel behind their back, and someone went out to seek revenge, with bloody disaster on their face!"

Li Banfeng stopped.

What does this person mean?

What about me?

Sun Tiecheng whispered from the side: "This is a fortune teller and a liar. Don't be fooled by him."

Li Banfeng didn't stop and walked forward. After a short while, the old man followed him.
To be continued...