Just when I had prepared my mind and prepared to find an opportunity to climb over the wall and climb into the City of Futile Death.
Gong Cao held me down as I was about to lift my feet and said, "Don't worry, although the soul should be sent to the City of Wasted Death, it shouldn't be as fast as us, and it's probably still on the way."
I have also noticed before that when ghosts send souls here, they usually gather a group of souls before walking up to them. When they get close, they will turn around and leave to avoid being hurt by the statues of mythical beasts guarding this place.
Those souls are left waiting to be thrown into the city of vain death.
Those that were sent just now have all been captured, and there is no Zhou Xi's soul inside.
After all, Mr. Gongcao is a veteran of the underworld, and he understands the rules of this underground world better than a rookie like me.
"Now is the time when the priesthood changes and the ministries change. In my opinion, there are only two reasons why I didn't find it over there at Guimen Pass and I didn't see it here either."
"Which two?" I was hoping for a miracle to happen. I just hoped that Master Gongcao would guess correctly and that Zhou Xi's soul was still under the leadership of the ghost and had not entered the city.
The two yaksha ghosts answered this question at this time, "The first one is on the way here, after delivering this batch and waiting to go home from get off work, the other one may be... the ghost ghost took those souls to the ghost
Market, eat and drink first before working."
After listening to what the Yaksha ghosts said, I thought it made sense. These ghosts are all human beings, and inevitably they all have human shortcomings. There are many who are greedy, lustful, lazy and slippery.
In the end, Gong Cao decided to continue searching separately, and he would try his best to help me no matter what before my last copper plate fell to the ground. I really feel very lucky to have met this master Gong Cao.
Yasha took Yigui to look for the nearby roads that might lead to the City of Fushou. They brought a copper coin with them, and they could easily distinguish it from Zhou Xi's soul whenever they encountered it.
Mr. Gong Cao still took the paper people and me on the paper sedan and headed straight to the ghost market.
Unexpectedly, when I came down this time, I actually took a veritable one-day trip to the underworld, traveling to places I had never dreamed of in my life.
The ghost market in the underworld is similar to the rural market in the Yang world. The difference is that there are no sounds and colors here. The customers and shopkeepers are all ghosts. They are a relatively free part of the underworld. This is the place.
of permanent residents.
There are no big mistakes or evils. After spending your ghost life here, you can walk on the Naihe Bridge, drink Meng Po soup and re-enter the reincarnation of your soul.
There is no sun in Hades, everything is dim and dark, and the air is filled with gloomy and ghostly energy. The ten-degree haze weather is nothing more than that.
Entering the ghost market, Gong Cao put away the paper sedan and we quickly searched this quiet but ghost-heavy street. Our target was Yinza carrying a bunch of ghosts.
When I really walk on this street, everything around me feels like I have traveled to a certain street in ancient times. Most of the souls are wearing half-breasted dark paper clothes, and the surroundings are filled with the smell of burnt paper ash.
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Most of the souls I passed by had expressionless faces, and some of them had thick, pale makeup that made people feel uncomfortable just looking at them. According to my personal professionalism, I had a lot of doubts in my mind that most of these ghosts were ghosts.
Unscrupulous people have made it look like this.
Therefore, when it comes to handling posthumous matters, it is better to find a professional and reliable one.
Just when everything was clueless and I was almost sweating, Gong Cao seemed to notice something. He called me and walked into a shop.
"Here, girl from the Ye family."
I followed in without hesitation. When I looked up, I saw rows of green paper figures displayed on both sides of the door. These people all had fixed smiles on their faces and bright red mouths.
People who come through the door.
The inside was decorated with colored paper, which was different from other places. Although the room was fully equipped with tables, chairs, benches, paper flowers, papyrus, and even electrical paper products, I was confused for a moment.
I don’t know why a shop like this is open in this ghost market, which is neither Chinese nor Western. Why is this paper figure only dressed in green, but missing the boy in red who is paired with her.
Then I heard Master Gongcao shouting from the second floor, "You kid, you are here!"
I couldn't help but feel a sense of ecstasy in my heart. Have I found it?
Without any further hesitation, he stepped directly onto the flimsy-looking paper stairs and headed towards the second floor.
But when I went upstairs, I didn't see Zhou Xi there. I only saw Gong Cao angrily stepping on a ghost lying on the table.
The ghost was much taller than Gong Cao, with a ferocious face. There was also a green paper man in a sitting position beside the table, holding a wine bottle in his hand.
"Sir, this is..." I was a little puzzled. I didn't understand why the kind-hearted Master Gongcao was suddenly so angry after seeing this ghost!
"You're here drinking wine before your official duties are handed over and your official uniform is changed! You haven't even settled the bill yet, so you went out to talk to the Sa family!" Mr. Gongcao now doesn't have the same kindness as when he got along with me before.
As he became angry, the beard on his face was blown away by the rich black air emanating from his body. His originally friendly face was now black and purple, and his eyes protruded outward, like a angry-eyed King Kong. In addition, he
Wearing court clothes makes him look even more intimidating.
The ghost was so frightened that he didn't dare to resist at all. He dropped a gold bar and was dragged down by the collar of his coat from the second floor.
When I was going downstairs, the whole staircase was shaky. I was afraid that when I stepped down, this so-called ghost market flower house would make a hole for me again!
Gong Cao's angry expression continued all the way, and when he left the ghost market in an open space, he threw the ghost to the ground and let out a heavy snort!
"You won't hand over your soul-collecting magic weapon to me yet, but I'll tell you to do it yourself!"
Facing Mr. Gongcao who caught him lazily drinking flower wine, the ghost didn't even dare to defend himself and obediently handed over a gourd he had on him.
This gourd is not big, but when it is in Gong Cao's hands, it actually grows when the wind blows, and it suddenly turns into an existence comparable to a Tieguai Li wine gourd. He pulls out the lid, and with Gong Cao's voice, "Come out!"
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Black smoke enveloped in yin energy floated out from the mouth of the bottle, falling towards the ground like a spiritual consciousness, gradually condensing into a dozen or so swaying human figures.
After everything calmed down, I immediately saw Zhou Xi among the dozen souls who had been missing all night. He stood there with a dull face, as if he didn't recognize me.
Not talking, not smiling, not moving, completely expressionless!
No wonder we couldn't find Zhou Xi even though we searched so hard. It turns out that this ghost is an eager and drunkard. He took advantage of the opportunity of sending people to the City of Wasted Death and came to this ghost market flower house and called him the Green Paper Man.
Drink with me!
I was so angry that I raised my foot and gave the delayer another kick. Now he had no time to notice who was kicking him. He just lowered his head and knelt on the ground, trembling all over.