On a very dark night with no dark clouds and a hanging moon.
A group of people lined up, holding red lanterns, circling a half-dead old locust tree outside the famous Sifang Street in Chang'an.
What's even weirder is that they actually walked backwards.
When he finished walking three times and three times in reverse, a mist suddenly poured out of Sifang Street and was swallowed up by Yan Shouyi and others.
When the fog cleared, the group of eight people disappeared.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Qin Liu returned to the car, smoked for a while, covered himself with a thin blanket and fell asleep.
Because he was not sure whether Yan Shouyi and the others could bring back the real Yangling Tiger Talisman, he decided to stay guard outside Sifang Street all night.
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The cold fog dissipated, and Yan Shouyi and the others were still standing at the intersection of Sifang Street, under the old locust tree.
The difference is that Sifang Street is no longer deserted!
Unlike what Zhu Huansi had imagined before, the real ghost market was actually very lively!
The same red lanterns as those held by Yan Shouyi and others were hung on both sides of the street, with inextinguishable will-o'-the-wisps burning inside. All the shops were open for business, and there were many stalls and hawkers outside the shops, and the streets were bustling with customers.
, but they are relatively silent.
Other than that, there is almost no difference between this place and Xiaodongmen during the day!
"Did we go to the wrong place?" Zhu Huansi asked doubtfully.
But when she saw several overlapping ghost figures standing together, she completely realized the fact that she had indeed walked into the ghost market!
Yan Shouyi took Lin Zitong's hand, and they all walked into the ghost market together, looking around curiously.
"At first glance, there is no difference between this place and the market in the underworld."
Long Feicheng said: "It's all vendors selling goods, and there are also bargainers... Damn, there must be some liars, right?"
"There are still some differences," Wang Jichang said. "There are many things in their stall that are not found in the living world."
The stall owners who set up stalls were both living people and ghosts, and the people walking around on the streets were even more mysterious. Even Yan Shouyi couldn't figure out their origins for some.
Even passing by Yan Shou, there was a group of Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes. Those Taoist priests seemed to be purchasing some special black dog blood. This kind of black dog blood is extremely rare in the living world, but in the ghost market
It's not hard to find here.
We walked around for a few steps and stopped in front of a stall filled with earthen jars.
All the earthen jars are the same size and shape, and their seals are filled with Taoist symbols and cinnabar mud.
After asking, everyone learned that the jars were filled with ghosts captured by the stall owner and sealed in them. No one knew what kind of ghosts were sealed in the jars.
According to what the stall owner said, there are all kinds of ghosts in the earthen pot. Once you buy it, you will be the master and you will do your bidding without any second thoughts.
If there is a boy in the earthen jar, he can be summoned; if it is an evil ghost, he can be used as a thug; if what is revealed is an incomparably beautiful female ghost...
Having said this, the mysterious stall owner showed a lewd smile, and all the men present understood it.
Yan Shouyi and others' eyes twitched. Isn't this a blind box?
Have you already reached the ghost market with your tricks in this world?
Long Feicheng immediately said: "Give me ten!"
Wang Jixiang quickly stopped him: "Isn't ten too exaggerated?"
"Female ghosts are not important. I mainly want to kill some evil ghosts to help me." Long Feicheng explained.
"I'm embarrassed to point you out!" Weng Qianxiang was skeptical.
The stall owner said while plating the walnuts in his hand: "My earthenware jar is not cheap."
"What's the price? Just tell me!" Long Feicheng touched the Ming coins in his pocket.
The stall owner stretched out a finger and said: "Two souls for one earthen pot. There are no requirements for the souls. I want them regardless of whether they are men, women, old or young, even if you kill them right now."
Long Feicheng was stunned immediately.
Two souls, one soul blind box?
It turns out that this stall owner is doing this kind of business!
Yan Shouyi and others also understood that maybe the souls in the jars in front of them were exchanged by others and the stall owner.
The stall owner earns the "price difference" from this. One soul is stuffed into an earthen jar, waiting for the next victim to appear, and what to do with the other soul... it will definitely not end well.
Long Feicheng also gave up. He sensed that the stall owner was trying to encourage him to kill someone, so he turned around and fled.
Seeing this, the stall owner stood up and waved to Long Feicheng: "Business will always be there, I will wait for you here!"
Long Feicheng covered his ears and quickened his pace.
When Zhu Huansi saw this, she couldn't help but murmured: "Brother Long looks like a fool, but he didn't expect to be quite kind-hearted."
Weng Qianxiang on the side felt the same way: "Brother Long often rescues women who have fallen off their feet. There are not many good people like him left!"
"What do you mean?" Zhu Huansi didn't understand.
"Anyway, I just do good deeds." Weng Qianxiang smiled lewdly.
Saying goodbye to the clay pot stall, Yan Shouyi and the others made a new discovery.
There is actually a massage parlor opened in this Chang'an ghost market!
Opening a massage parlor in a ghost market always feels out of place.
Looking from the outside, several people were already lying on the massage beds in the store, and a beautiful lady in white clothes was giving massages and relaxation to the customers.
Weng Qianxiang twisted his neck and said:
"My cervical spine has been feeling uncomfortable lately, so I just need to relax."
Yan Shou stopped Weng Qianxiang and reminded him: "Look carefully, is this store something you can go to?"
"What?"
After hearing this, Weng Qianxiang looked at it carefully and suddenly made a discovery.
Several customers lying on the massage table had their little feet lying flat in a strange posture.
There is a tendon in the heel of a living person, which pulls the sole of the foot so that the person can stand and walk. Once the person dies, the tendon becomes loose, making it impossible not only to walk, but also to wear shoes.
At the scene of some car accidents, if you see the injured person's shoes falling off, then the person is probably helpless.
At this time, the guests on the massage bed were acting so strangely, which meant that these guests were not alive at all.
Yan Shouyi explained:
"This massage parlor should be specially opened for zombies. Look at the guy sitting at the door smoking, he is probably a corpse hunter."
"Zombies also need massage?" Lin Zitong asked puzzledly.
"Luo Ning told me that on the way to exorcise the corpses, the exorcists would occasionally massage the zombies to make their bodies softer. If their massage techniques were used on living people, they would only soften the original softness of the living people.
The more I pressed my body, the harder it became, and in the end I became paralyzed."
Weng Qianxiang instantly gave up the idea of going for a massage, but he was still a little greedy for the beautiful young lady in the massage parlor.
But just when Weng Qianxiang was feeling regretful, Long Feicheng suddenly reminded him in a low voice: