On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

Zhao Longcheng was very efficient. He sent someone to deliver the greeting card that night.

In addition to the greeting card, I also saw a small ink fountain box on it.

"Is this the treasure that Zhao Longcheng talks about? It's a bit too shabby."

Zhang Lingchuan said that there are three main forms of transactions in the ghost market.

Exchange things for things, exchange skills for things, exchange information for things.

But money, which is the most important thing in our world, no one cares about in the ghost market.

Therefore, those who go to participate in the ghost market must bring treasures or show off their skills, otherwise they will not be able to enter easily even if they get the invitation.

"Don't underestimate this ink fountain box. It is an antique handed down from the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty. It comes from the Quanzhen lineage. It is a good magic weapon to suppress evil and ghosts."

"Have you heard of the black donkey's hooves in tomb-robbing novels? In fact, those things are not real donkey's hooves, it refers to this ink fountain box!"

So this is ah.

After listening to this, I was already full of curiosity about this ghost market.

"Boss, when do we set off?"

Zhang Lingchuan said: "Now!"

What? Right now?

I saw him running up to the small attic and ran down again after a while.

When he came down again, Zhang Lingchuan had something in his hand.

"The ghost market is full of fish and dragons. We can't just go there like this. We need some disguise."

He threw a mask into my hand: "Try it on and see if it fits your face."

I picked up the soft mask and asked him a little strangely: "Is this a human skin mask??"

Zhang Lingchuan: "God damn human skin, if I could have gotten that thing, I would have been arrested by the Special Investigation Bureau and thrown into jail."

“This is made of pig skin!!!”

I followed Zhang Lingchuan's instructions and put it on my face.

Sometimes I have to admire the wisdom of these people in the world.

After putting on a simple mask, I immediately transformed into another person.

After we both dressed up, Zhang Lingchuan took the greeting card and the ink fountain box and went out again, covered in stars and moonlight.

Set off again, Zhang Lingchuan said to me in the car.

"The ghost market is only held once a year. This year's ghost market will be held between 1 and 4 o'clock tomorrow morning, so we can only rush at night."

I nodded in understanding.

After saying that, he lit a cigarette to refresh himself.

Seeing me looking at him, he dug around in the car again, then took out a pack of spicy chips and threw it to me.

"You should also eat something to refresh yourself."

I looked at the bag of spicy strips with a complicated expression and said slowly: "Boss, I think you are looking down on others."

Yushan is a small town, hidden in the rolling mountain road.

At the foot of Yushan Town, Zhang Lingchuan put the car away, took my things and took me up the mountain.

"I'll be up in a while. Look more and talk less. Be sure to follow me closely."

I nodded: "Don't worry, boss, I understand."

It was a bit cool at night, so we immersed ourselves in our journey and did not talk.

Halfway through, I also saw a few people rushing towards the mountain.

He must also be going to participate in the ghost market.

I looked at them curiously, not knowing what treasures these people brought with them to exchange.

After a while, Zhang Lingchuan whispered: "We're here."

It was different from the mysterious scene I imagined.

Ordinary gate, ordinary structure, looks like an ordinary house.

However, there were two tall men standing in front of the gate, checking the visitors' invitations and treasures one by one.

When it was our turn, the man spread his hands impatiently.

"Bring me the invitation and the treasure."

I followed Zhang Lingchuan and took out the greeting card, and then he put out the ink fountain in his arms.

"An old ink stick from the Qing Dynasty. Quanzhen Taoist master once used it to tame the Zombie King of Southern Sichuan."

Seeing the ink fountain box, the man waved his hand and let us in.

The people in line behind us also reported the treasures they had brought.

I heard that some people brought elixirs to increase their power, and some people brought some luminous pearls that were buried in the mouth of the noble concubine.

This is relatively normal.

After walking in, I discovered that this seemingly ordinary place had something special inside!

Those who were already waiting in the infield had some Gumantong from Siam and Ganoderma lucidum from Kunlun.

Good guy, there are really all kinds of rare treasures.

On this trip, I gained a lot of experience following Zhang Lingchuan.

After we stayed inside for a while, we saw Jiang Shichen appear.

The second eldest son of the Jiang family, he has been involved in metaphysics circles all year round.

This is already known to everyone. When he appeared on the scene, he greeted everyone in a very charming manner.

Zhang Lingchuan and I stood in the corner, waiting for the ghost market to begin.

There were two people who came to preside over the ghost market ceremony, one wearing a bull head mask and the other wearing a horse mask.

Zhang Lingchuan explained to me in a low voice: "This ghost market has been around for a long time. According to legend, this ghost market was first organized by the underworld ghosts Niu Tianma Mian, so that people and ghosts could have a place to make transactions."

"But now, they are all a group of extremely greedy people who will do whatever it takes to get what they want here."

Immediately afterwards, the man in the bull-headed mask began to speak high-sounding words.

The general idea is to thank everyone for taking time out of their busy schedules to participate in this ghost market transaction. I hope everyone can be more honest and take out their good items to exchange for things.

"Now the first treasure traded in our ghost market is a luminous artifact from the tomb of Concubine Chen in the South China Sea, a luminous pearl! Does anyone want to exchange the luminous pearl?"

……

The first few items at the beginning were just appetizers and failed to capture our attention at all.

Jiang Shichen was surrounded by people, sitting on a chair, smoking a cigar.

At this time, an old man with a strange appearance suddenly appeared, and I saw a slight smile on Jiang Shichen's face.

At the same time, Zhang Lingchuan cursed in a low voice.

"How dare he show up!"

I turned around and asked Zhang Lingchuan: "Boss, are you talking about the old man next to Jiang Shichen? Do you know him?"

Zhang Lingchuan's clenched back molars creaked.

"More than just knowing each other, the grudge between us is not over yet! For all these years, I thought this guy was dead. I never expected that he would defect to the Jiang family."

"I said why even the Special Investigation Bureau couldn't find him."

I nodded, thinking that the boss and him probably had quite a grievance.

"Then what is the origin of the old man? I see that many people around him are afraid of him."

"His name is the Old Ghost of the Grotto, and he has turned to evil ways. He once took off the skins of hundreds of pregnant women in order to refine a very powerful little ghost!"

Damn, this is too cruel!

"Needless to say, he must be an S-class wanted criminal from the Special Investigation Bureau."

Zhang Lingchuan nodded: "But that's not important anymore. Since he dares to show up, don't plan to go back!"

I know that he has murderous intentions.

The fate of this old ghost from the grotto will most likely depend on this.

We chatted for a while, and the bull-headed horse face on the stage suddenly became excited.

"The next thing we want to exchange is the crystal coffin from the old ghost in the grotto! This coffin, which is made of crystal, is said to be an object obtained from the bottom of the Yellow River. Does anyone want it?"

I turned back sharply.

It is indeed a crystal coffin!