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

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the eyes of everyone in the audience.

Especially Fu Zhongtang's eyes, with a hint of exploration, scared me so much that my heart skipped a beat.

Jiang Shichen twitched his lips: "Old man, don't talk nonsense. This is a ghost market. If you can't get that thing out, you will be permanently expelled from the ghost market!"

Zhang Lingchuan chuckled.

"As long as the seller is willing to give me the crystal coffin, I will definitely present the Lotus of Hearts, and maybe I can let everyone here have a look at it."

With Zhang Lingchuan's competition, the rest of the people present also began to joke.

"I wonder if the seller is willing to do it?"

"If possible, we would also like to see the grand scene of the Buddhist Heart-Asking Lotus."

Actually I'm a little worried.

Zhang Lingchuan doesn't know anything about Heart Lotus at all.

If Jiang Shichen suddenly changes his mind and is willing to throw the crystal coffin to us in exchange for the Heart Lotus, then we really can't afford it.

Could it be that he did this intentionally to cause trouble?

The bull-headed horse-faced man clicked his tongue several times, then held his thin throat and spoke.

"It seems that everyone really wants this crystal coffin."

"We'll have to see who the seller wants to sell to."

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention to the old ghost in the grotto.

"Hey, who is the seller willing to sell the crystal coffin to?"

"Old ghost, please speak quickly."

The face of the old ghost in the grotto, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, finally showed a troubled look.

He turned and glanced at Jiang Shichen.

After Jiang Shichen and Zhang Lingchuan were in a stalemate for a few seconds, he snorted coldly: "An illusory thing wants to come out and pretend to be a fool?"

Zhang Lingchuan replied: "How do you know it doesn't exist if you haven't seen it?"

"If one Buddha's Heart Lotus is not enough, then I can add three more things. An ink fountain box from the Qing Dynasty and a spiritual treasure corpse-avoiding bead."

I heard many people at the scene gasp.

Even Kuangdao, who was carrying a pig-killing knife, turned to me and asked: "Little brother, what is your grandfather's background?"

I forced my lips to smile.

What's the origin?

Who the hell knows.

Zhang Lingchuan looked like an unreliable magician with his loud mouth.

Jiang Shichen's expression relaxed.

He glanced at Zhang Lingchuan with deep eyes: "Old man, after bidding the price in the ghost market, if you can't get something out, you will suffer a terrible punishment."

"Besides, although this crystal coffin is wonderful, the things in your hands are all treasures in the world, so why do you have to have them?"

Zhang Lingchuan looked senile and sighed deeply.

"You are all right."

"The so-called treasures in this world are nothing to me."

"But who made my grandson fall in love with the crystal coffin and insist that I buy it back so that he can have nothing to do with it?"

Jiang Shichen exerted force on his hand and crushed the bracelet on his wrist.

The loser next to him immediately shouted: "You old man, you have such a strong tone, how dare you declare your family status!"

Zhang Lingchuan smiled and said: "Ye Guchan is just a man, how can he have any kind of family?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Fu Zhongtang stepped forward and whispered a few words in Jiang Shichen's ear.

In the end, Jiang Shichen still didn't take the bait.

He waved his hand, and the old ghost in the grotto understood the code.

In the end, the bull-headed horse-faced man announced on the spot that the crystal coffin had been purchased by Jiang Shichen.

Everyone watched a good show and looked around us and whispered.

But Zhang Lingchuan didn't mind either. He put his hands behind his back and took me to wander around the ghost market.

"You brat, you finally came here. Come with me and see the world."

Next, it’s time for free trading.

Probably everyone marks their treasures or skills clearly, and if a buyer likes them, they can trade them by themselves.

I looked at the dazzling array of magic weapons and elixirs, thinking that this was really magical.

He took me around and found a few high-quality talismans and several tens of thousands of coins.

In Zhang Lingchuan's words, these things are rare and common in the ghost market, but we often use them in daily life.

Therefore, buying talisman instruments in the ghost market is often the most cost-effective.

I nodded, thinking what he said made sense.

At this time, the bull-headed horse face was already sitting aside and taking a nap.

But I caught a glimpse of a row of incense burning in front of them. The strangest thing was that the row of incense burned out extremely quickly.

It was as if there were just a few ghosts inhaling the row of incense.

"Boss, boss..."

Zhang Lingchuan was looking at an ancient bronze mirror with great fascination.

After hearing what I said, he asked impatiently: "What's wrong?"

"Look at that row of incense...can't that bull-headed horse-faced guy really be a ghost from the underworld?"

Zhang Lingchuan glanced over there and was speechless.

"The ghosts and soldiers of the underworld do not participate in the affairs of the underworld."

"Also, those two people who are smoking incense are the people of the Eight Classics."

"It's just that they are going through the dark side."

Going to the underworld means a living person works as an errand for the dead, asking people from the earth to go to the underworld to do things.

Folks also call this technique something like inviting gods to come to the body.

I nodded after hearing this, and then heard a few cock crows from outside.

The rules of the ghost market are the same as those of tomb robbing. After the rooster crows, all activities must stop.

But I know that Zhang Lingchuan's activities have just begun.

After stuffing the things into his pocket, he laughed evilly: "Xiao Yuzi, wait a moment, you will see a very exciting fight."

My eyes widened: "Don't conflicts be allowed in the ghost market?"

Zhang Lingchuan laughed softly: "That's the infield rule."

"After you come out, if you seize treasures and kill people, anything may happen."

But I shook my head: "With Jiang Shichen's cautious appearance, he was probably supported on the private plane as soon as he came out."

"No, he's not going to get on the plane."

"The coffin is so big that it can't be lifted up. Since he is safe, he will definitely go with the coffin."

Zhang Lingchuan is right.

As soon as he went out, many people started beating him to pieces for the baby.

Zhang Lingchuan excitedly grabbed me and walked forward: "Let's go and block that old ghost in the grotto!"

I thought to myself, isn’t the main purpose of our trip this time the crystal coffin?

But he confidently said to me: "Don't worry over there, Zhao Longcheng has already made preparations."

"He has arranged informants around us. As long as we try our best in the ghost market and still fail to buy the coffin, his people lying nearby will directly ambush Jiang Shichen."

I nodded: "It's really high."

"But, they are fighting, don't we still have to find a way to get the crystal coffin?"

Zhang Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: "I have my own arrangements."

The old ghost from the grotto has a very good reputation.

But the next second, he was shot in the head by Zhang Lingchuan and fell into the grass, extremely embarrassed.

The old ghost in the grotto has a rough mouth, but his mouth is still very hard.

"Fuck, do you know who I am!"

Zhang Lingchuan stepped on his face and took a puff of cigarette, his eyes sharp.

"I don't care who you are, if you dare to harm anyone, you will die!"