It is absolutely impossible for so many humans to gather together so late, and the ghost energy is so strong that I walked forward a few steps and confirmed that I had run into the ghost market.
The so-called ghost market is a market where a hundred ghosts gather. There will inevitably be ghost markets in places with many lonely ghosts. Ghost markets are actually similar to people going to markets, or spending money to buy things or bartering things.
However, there are very few ghost markets in this world. As I said, ghost markets can only exist in places with many lonely ghosts.
Normally, when a person dies, his soul will be pulled away by the black and white impermanence, so there are not many lonely ghosts in the world. At this time, there is such a lively ghost market in this small town, and I can't help but be surprised.
This means that there are many lonely ghosts here who have not been reincarnated in the underworld.
How come there are so many lonely ghosts!
I looked at the dim lights in front of me in surprise, and strings of red lanterns, illuminating the entire street with bright red. There were all kinds of rich people in ancient and modern, scholarly clothes, samurai clothes, down-and-out or silk and satin.
Just as I was thinking about whether to walk in and take a look, something suddenly patted my shoulder.
I turned my head calmly and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the stunning face of the King of Hell.
"Want to go over?" The King of Hell asked a question in a statement tone.
I'm still thinking about it, I don't know if it should go there. After all, there are ghosts over there. The ghosts in the ghost market are fine and won't provoke people. However, if something really happens, I can't bear it. After all, I'm an individual, and when I go in, I'll be discovered by those ghosts at once. I don't know what kind of reaction will an exorcist appear in the ghost market.
If you either run away quickly like you meet an urban management, or you might be besieging me to death, and you will only have thirty-first to grasp the possibility of not caring about me.
"I can cover up your popularity." The King of Hell put his hands behind his back, and his head slightly tilted to the front, "Did you find the problem?"
I turned my head to look at the King of Hell. Although this King of Hell was not very good, it made people feel that it seemed to be familiar with me. I remembered again that at that time, the King of Hell said that he had made a deal with me, but I had forgotten all the deals he made with me. Now that the King of Hell is here, I am not worried that he will harm me, but I am curious about what transactions we are doing. I voluntarily promised him or forced him.
"What transaction did we make?" I asked at the King of Hell.
"I haven't remembered it yet?" said the King of Hell without looking at me, "You will remember it."
"If you don't remind me, aren't you in a hurry?" I looked at the King of Hell with a calm look on my face. I really don't know what this elusive King of Hell wants to do and what can I use to trade with him? I have nothing, and what can the King of Hell want in his realm?
"There are so many lonely ghosts that are a bit too much, go and have a look." The King of Hell answered me, as if I was very sure what I said, and I would remember it myself.
At this moment, I became even more curious. What I forgot, and no matter how I call it, it should be a more important thing. What exactly did my grandfather, the King of Hell, and the group of people I woke up and saw connected us.
I can’t figure it out, but when I think about it, I have a headache. I don’t like to force my head, so I simply don’t think about it. Anyway, no one is forcing me to think. The King of Hell is not in a hurry to let me live a few more days, are I still in a hurry to drive my death?
Seeing that the King of Hell had already walked towards the ghost market, I hurriedly followed.
With the King of Hell by my side, I won’t be afraid. After all, this guy is a king of ghosts, much better than me.
This ghost market has many people, but it is not very big. It looks like a small alley with various stalls on both sides. In addition, the pedestrians in the middle make it look lively and it feels like walking shoulder to shoulder.
The King of Hell was walking with wide sleeves, and it looked like a little kingly style. I soon walked side by side with the King of Hell.
Apart from ghosts, there is nothing special about ghosts, regardless of dynasty. Just like in some small towns, women shop wildly, men buy what is useful when they see it, or eat at the food stall next to them, or sit in a tavern to drink.
As we walked, we saw a tavern. The name was quite interesting, and the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze.
The King of Hell looked up and walked slowly in.
I followed in and found a corner to sit down.
A waiter in a small shop ran over, greeted us, and asked us what we wanted to eat.
I thought to myself, these are all ghost things, and I will not be able to live half of my life if I want to eat them.
But when I entered, I saw that the King of Hell had no intention of ordering something, and I didn’t know how to order it, so I casually said: “Good wine and good food.”
The waiter put the towel on his shoulders that had just finished cleaning the table, shouted "Hello" and immediately got on. Then he ran away.
I looked at the whole place, and the whole place looked like the scene in the costume film. If I didn’t know, I would think that this is filming a costume TV series, and there are still a few people in the middle. Anyway, there are people from all ages, including Qing costumes, Hanfu, Republic of China clothing, modern clothing...
"The underworld has clear regulations, and no one must live in the world too many ghosts. This place has exceeded the number stipulated in the regulations." The King of Hell said, looking at the woman in bright red clothes who was fiddling with abacus at the counter.
I followed the sight of the King of Hell for a while. The woman was pretty good-looking, in her thirties, with a very good charm. She was wearing a skirt and a transparent gauze dress on her outside, with her eyebrows slightly hanging, and she should be settled.
I said disapprovingly: "This matter is not my responsibility, I will tell me what to do. If the number of things in your underworld exceeds the standard, wouldn't it be better if you send a ghost messenger to catch some back."
The King of Hell turned his gaze back, looked up and glanced at me slightly, then frowned slightly.
"Can't it be that your deal with me is to help you catch all the ghosts here?" I looked at the King of Hell and asked suspiciously. I don't believe that King of Hell would exchange such a simple thing for me to have half of my life. Even a fool can calculate it. Such a deal will be at a disadvantage.
"Aren't you curious?" said the King of Hell, "I don't care about this. What is in the world is that I never care about it."
I'll go, you control the lives of the human world. You actually say you never care about it, so let me forget about the book of life and death.
I looked at the King of Hell speechlessly. The King of Hell was a bit difficult to understand. I can understand that we are not from the same world.
The waiter has already started serving us.
I have a natural yin and yang eyes. Looking at the dishes I came up, there were only the ones I wanted to vomit. The dishes were all disgusting bugs. The wine I came up was so green that I didn’t know what it was. Peeing was better than this wine.
I didn't dare to eat this food anymore, so I asked the King of Hell what it meant to take me into this store.
"Check." The King of Hell said it this time simply and clearly. I don't know if it was a habit, or intentionally or unintentionally, with a commanding tone.
I curled my lips and thought to myself, how can I check it out, I can't see anything. I can't just catch a ghost and ask him why there are so many lonely ghosts here. Then what is my identity when I caught it?
After thinking for a long time, I finally came up with a solution, just hide myself as an outsider and then inquire.
I glanced at the King of Hell and found that the King of Hell was pouring wine for me to drink.
"You eat this?" I looked at the King of Hell in surprise. Although the King of Hell should be a ghost, it is difficult for me to imagine if the King of Hell eats these insects. You can imagine that if a person looks like a woman, don't care whether he is a man or a woman. If you want to see such a person eating something more disgusting than shit, can you imagine?
The King of Hell raised his eyebrows and signaled me to see what was in the wine glass. When I saw that the green liquid inside had disappeared, turned into a transparent liquid, and it also had a burst of wine fragrance.
The King of Hell said that it was his damn hell drunkenness, and it tasted good, so let me taste it.
I watched the King of Hell eat a cup, and then I picked up the cup in front of me and drank it.
It tastes good, not strong, not too light, it tastes just right, the wine is fragrant, and you can still smell a sweet taste after you get a stomachache.
I didn't dare to directly ask people in the tavern for asking why all the ghosts were all lonely ghosts. First, I secretly listened to the ghosts in the tavern. After listening for a while, I found that these ghosts were talking about boring things. Otherwise, there would be another lonely ghost to discuss how that lonely ghost died.
At that time, there was a Leslie Cheung ghost wearing a scholarly outfit who looked like a Chinese ghost in a Chinese ghost, passing by and standing beside us, protruding his head to look at it.
There was no more space in the tavern, and every table was full of people. Seeing the opportunity came, I said, "Brother, if you don't mind, let's sit together."
When the scholar heard me, he turned his head and took a look, then hurriedly said 3a, "No, no, no!" and then sat down on one side.
After pouring a glass of wine for the scholar, I thought about how to speak. I couldn’t ask straight to the point, why are there all lonely ghosts here? Is this a question even an idiot?
Fortunately, the scholar spoke first: "This guy is so handsome, newcomer?"
This question was good. I could take a walk with the flow and said hurriedly: "Yes, I just became a ghost and didn't know any rules. I came from another place and passed by here and found that the place was very lively, so I came here."
The scholar nodded slowly and said, "So that's how it looks." As he said that, the scholar looked at the King of Hell again, probably wondering why I, a modern ghost, were with a ghost in ancient costume.
I said, "This is a brother I met on the road. I just met him. When I saw the tavern, I came in to have a drink of water and wine."