In addition, the students Zhou An met at Jian'an Academy, Qian Yongan, Liu Xun, Qian Ruolan and others also came.
As Zhou An plays for longer, the more famous the cinema becomes, the more people will come.
In the past, the top forces would not come, but now the top forces have also come to watch movies.
Zhou An opened the door of the cinema, and the sixteenth prince and Changsun Wuxiong walked into it. A guard behind them took out a ingot of twenty taels of silver and put it in the cash box.
Changsun Wuxiong saw Zhou An. He had investigated the matter between Zhou An and Changsun Qingle. Even when the investigation was made, he called Changsun Qingle and slapped three big-eared melon seeds.
He also asked Changsun Qingle not to provoke Zhou An again, and even called Changsun Qingle's mother and scolded him. It was Changsun Qingle's mother who sent Changsun Leixiong, otherwise Changsun Leixiong would not have died.
Although he taught Changsun Qingle a lesson, his relationship with Zhou An could not be restored. He had read all the information about Zhou An. Not only did geniuses like Zhou An not only did not have Guiyuan City, but also Donggang
There were not many people in the mansion, but unfortunately, because of Changsun Qingle, the Changsun family had no chance of making friends with Zhou An again. When Changsun Wuxiong thought of this, he wanted to strip Changsun Qingle's skin.
It’s just a pity that when Changsun Wuxiong was angry, he didn’t see a trace of hatred flashing in Changsun Qingle’s eyes.
After the Sixteenth Prince and Changsun Wuxiong entered, the dean of Jian'an Academy and the old drunkard paid twenty taels of silver and walked in, followed by the people behind.
After everyone entered the cinema, Nannan nervously entered the curtain, picked up the relics and put them on her chest, and started playing.
Nannan did not have the brains of Zhou An's previous life full of information, so she just played the Hua Guzi, Fengyun, and Journey to the West step by step.
At this time, Zhou An was in front of Tianhui Casino. Today, Zhou An had already found out that Tianhui Casino had opened. I don’t know why it was not opened yesterday. Isn’t the ghost market usually open all day in twelve hours a day?
I'm sure something happened in the ghost market.
Zhou An walked into Tianhui Casino, and it was very lively. There were endless sounds of foreign stalls, mahjong, stocks, and cards. The gamblers shouted and scolded, and the sounds of silver pushing were heard one after another.
It looked very lively, and it didn't seem like something happened. Zhou An walked straight to the backyard of Tianhui Casino.
Two people were guarding in front of the door of the backyard. Zhou An used the technique of pointing acupuncture from the air and clicked, and the two could no longer move. Zhou An walked in.
The backyard of Tianhui Casino is no different from the backyard of ordinary people, including stone tables and stone chairs, and several pots of flowers planted.
Zhou An walked to a wooden small house, and Zhou An felt a cold smell from here.
Zhou An walked into the wooden house and saw a man who could not see the scalded man and woman, crawling on a bed, holding a wooden tube in his mouth, stretching into a large wine jar, constantly sucking.
Zhou An was a little confused when he saw this person. This was the third time that Zhou An had entered the ghost market. Every person guarding the ghost market was such a person, who looked exactly the same.
Zhou An had long heard that this was a profession in the dark world, but everyone looked exactly the same, and it was the first time I met him.
Zhou An didn't wait for him to speak, an old ghost's face appeared on Zhou An's face, and an old ghost ghost appeared on the top of his head. His legs and arms were made of human face tentacles, without any need.
Flipping.
"It's the Ghost Face lineage. You have passed, go in." The man said.
"Can you ask what your name is?" Zhou An was a little curious and couldn't help asking about his name.
The person in front of him was really a bit special. When he entered the ghost market and met this exact same person, he crawled on the ground, which was terrifying. The stranger was approaching, and only he was drinking.
"My name? Why do you want to know my name?" A silver bell-like female voice rang out from the man's mouth.
"I have been to several ghost markets before, and I am curious to see you look exactly the same." Zhou An said.
"It's not that I can't tell you, it's just that you know my name, but I don't know your name. It's a bit unfair." The man stopped sucking, let the wine go, and said, leaving the wooden tube.
"My name is Zhou An." Zhou An said.
"My name is Baburen." The man tilted his head and thought for a while.
"I hope I will meet again in the future." Zhou An said.
"Yes." said Baburen.
Zhou An walked to the wooden skull, inserted his fingers into his eyes, and a dark passage appeared underground. Zhou An walked down, and there were ten coffins inside.
Zhou An approached a coffin, opened the lid of the coffin and lay in, closed his eyes, and appeared in another world.
Looking at the familiar streets and the hawkers' hawking voices, Zhou An has not taken a good look at what these hawkers are selling. This time, I have to take a good look, and maybe I can find good things from them.
Zhou An walked to a little Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and looked at what he had placed, with many talisman paper and many porcelain bottles on it.
"When the guest is here, look at me, there are all good things here, such as serious Maoshan talismans and elixirs, traditional production techniques, and excellent production methods. I guarantee that you want to buy it again after you buy it."
"Let's take a look." Zhou An picked up a piece of talisman paper and looked at it. This piece of talisman paper was a Vajra Talisman. He used his energy to sense the breath inside. Zhou An found that it was just the lowest level Vajra Talisman Talisman.
, It has no use to him, and then Zhou An looked at a few more talismans, all of which were low-level talismans. Well, Zhou An didn't need to look at it anymore, so he left directly. As for those elixirs, you can imagine what elixirs are.
It must be that the lowest level pill was not very useful to him.
"How many things are not bought by the guests? I have all good things here." The little Taoist priest hurriedly advised when he saw Zhou An going to leave.
"It's all too low-level and useless to me." Zhou An said: "If there are high-end products, maybe I'll buy them."
When the little Taoist heard this, his face turned gray. He had been setting up a stall for four days. Although he had seen a lot, no one bought it. It was because his elixirs and talismans were too low-level. He read them all.
Not on.
In fact, these elixirs and talismans were all refined by him. Although they were all very low-level, they took him a lot of effort.
Not everyone can enter the Ghost Market. If he is not a Maoshan disciple, he will not be able to enter. For example, Ju Shao, a novice who comes to the Ghost Market, most of the people who are strong, so they come to buy his pills and talismans.
There are almost no people.
Zhou An walked to the second stall and looked at it. The second stall was a bald old man. What was strange was that there was a green eye on his head, and his pupils were still turning around. When he saw Zhou An's
When the green light flashed, it seemed like I had seen something interesting.
In front of the bald old man's stall, there were many strange things, including yellow spotted bugs, white sticky liquid, unknown long strips, etc.
In short, there are all kinds of strange things.
Zhou An looked at it, but after looking at it for a long time, he couldn't figure out the purpose of these things. Then he said, "Can you introduce it to me?"
"If you like it, buy it; if you don't like it, leave." The old man said in a hoarse voice.
In the end, Zhou An did not dare to buy it. These things were too weird. If they were used improperly, they might be injured. Then Zhou An looked at the third stall. After Zhou An left, the bald old man still sat there motionlessly, just like Zhou.
It seems that An has never been there.
When I arrived at the third stall, this was quite normal. The stall owner was a girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, fat and cute, but she couldn't see her face clearly and was covered by a black gauze.
Written.
However, although the stalls were placed normally, they were all women's items, bracelets, hairpins, dresses, and even Zhou An saw a pair of pink underwear.
Of course, this is not ordinary, but made with special methods and has special functions. According to Zhou An's observation, the bracelet can summon an ordinary ghost, of course, this ghost does not
Any attack power can only pour water.
I looked at the hairpin again. This hairpin could emit a ghostly attack to confuse others. The other Zhou An did not look at women's dresses and underwear. Zhou An would misunderstand others when he picked them up.