How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

"Surname Feng?"

"That's right. Everyone in Panjiayuan Market knows my master. Let's call him Old Crazy Head."

Li Cen obviously had his own concerns and did not explain the origin of his master.

Ye Cheng was stunned because the surname Feng was a rare surname.

And among the five major tomb robbing sects, there is one whose descendant is named Feng.

Is it really such a coincidence?

He nodded, stopped talking, and followed Li Cen slowly towards the ghost market.

After a lot of trouble, it was already around one o'clock in the night.

Not to mention the ghost market, the Panjiayuan Night Market is basically empty.

The cold wind of nine cold days was blowing, making the night more lonely and desolate.

When the two returned to the ghost market again, there were more and more people.

Ye Cheng even discovered that not only were there more tourists coming and going, but there were also more people setting up stalls.

The corridors on both sides of more than a thousand square meters were densely packed with people.

But no matter how many people there were, it was still silent.

People seemed to understand the rules and watched silently with their hands in their hands.

But when they saw Ye Cheng and Li Cen appear again, their expressions changed subtly.

No matter where the two of them went, the stall owners subconsciously shrank their heads and did not dare to look directly.

Ye Cheng looked curious and Li Cen whispered.

"Haha! Mr. Ye, don't be offended!"

"It must be that word of what happened earlier got out, and these ghosts and ghosts were all shocked."

"It's okay, as long as I'm here, they don't dare to act recklessly!"

Ye Cheng felt relieved after thinking about it.

nonsense!

Can you not be surprised?

Since you are practicing stalling in a ghost market, the things on display are all shameful.

The fact that I made out the reward money from the King of the West by myself was a bit of a violation of the rules.

Chen Heigou and his wife may not be able to get out within ten years.

These people were naturally frightened when they saw themselves appearing again.

If someone accidentally got it in, there would be no place to cry.

Ye Cheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He doesn't want to break the rules of the ghost market, but when faced with a gangster like Chen Heigou, if you talk to him about the rules, he will tell you about his regrets.

Unless you kill the opponent and get it over with, sooner or later the damage will be done to the opponent.

Although Ye Cheng was helpless, he didn't bother to think about it anymore. Anyway, he would never come to the ghost market in this life.

He followed Li Cen's footsteps and walked to the east end of the market.

This is the east entrance of Panjiayuan, and further out is the street.

When he was about to step out of the market, Li Cen finally stopped and looked a little nervous.

"Master..."

He didn't dare to stand and speak, so he squatted down respectfully, even putting one knee on the ground, which was almost a half-kneeling.

Ye Cheng looked down.

I saw an old man, about eighty or ninety years old, sitting under the wall. He was wrapped in a large shiny cotton-padded jacket and a dog-skin hat. He was sipping a small drink with his head down and an open bag of skinned peanuts in his hand.

In the dim light of the moon, you can see that the old man is obviously drunk.

The wine flask is very big, and it can hold about three to five kilograms without any problem.

The other party's simple and resolute face was covered with blush, and his pale eyebrows almost covered his eyes.

On his stall, there are some bamboo ornaments, paper figures and horses, as well as some bronze compasses, mirrors, incense burners and ingots.

Suddenly, I thought I was at an incense shop selling sacrificial offerings.

Just then, a gust of cold wind came over, causing Ye Cheng to shiver and get goosebumps all over his body.

This is... Li Cen's master?

Why are you selling these things so late at night?

Who will buy it.

Ye Cheng didn't say anything and slowly squatted down.

"Master..."

Li Cen saw that his master was still busy pouring soju into his mouth and eating peanuts, so he had no choice but to introduce Ye Cheng.

"This gentleman's name is Ye Cheng, he is..."

The old man waved his hand and interrupted his apprentice.

"Sir! I'm shopping! Haha, let's take a look. Is there anything you like?"

Li Cen's expression changed and he didn't dare to speak any more.

Master's meaning is very clear.

I'm not interested in this person, and I'm even less interested in what you're asking about.

Knowing this, you lead him away.

If I don’t understand him, it doesn’t matter if I know him.

The news that Chen Heigou was sent to prison must have reached Master's ears.

Master, who has always attached great importance to rules, also has opinions about himself.

Li Cen was helpless.

In fact, no one said a word about this kind of thing even if Chen Heigou was killed on the spot.

But sending him to the Yamen was a bit taboo.

But after all, this is a society governed by the rule of law.

A family of three is a big living person, killing them at will?

Li Cen pursed his lips and looked helplessly at Ye Cheng.

Brother, you ask yourself.

As for whether it will work or not, I have no idea.

Ye Cheng couldn't see the other party's attitude and grinned.

"Old sir, no one in my family has died, so I can't use the things you have here."

Ye Cheng smiled and casually picked up the compass bronze mirror and bamboo ornaments on the stall.

The paper figures and horses on the side were glaring at Ye Cheng with bright eyes.

Ye Cheng actually had the illusion that the man and the horse seemed to be living creatures, with a cold light in his eyes.

"No one died? You can buy some for yourself in advance. You might need it sometime, just in case you need it..."

The old man took another sip of wine and threw a few peanuts into his mouth.

The peanut shell was not peeled off, so it was swallowed whole.

Ye Cheng:......

Prepare yourself?

Damn it, if you weren't older, how could I tolerate your nonsense?

Ye Cheng smiled again, but he felt that this trip would be in vain and he would not be able to find out anything useful.

only……

After he opened several bronze mirror incense burners, his expression suddenly changed.

This is……

But on the stall, there was a small gadget pressed under the bronze mirror and incense burner.

The thing is not big, about the size of an adult's hand.

Under the dim moonlight, it emits a shining golden light, which looks like copper but not copper, and looks like gold but not gold.

印！

A gold seal the size of a palm was placed on the old crazy man's stall.

The seal button depicts a monster, which is Pulao, the fourth of the nine sons of Longsheng.

After being revealed, he stared at Ye Cheng with his teeth and claws bared.

As soon as this seal appeared, Li Cen's expression immediately changed and he subconsciously looked at his master.

The old crazy man was still drinking soju and seemed not to hear anything.

"Haha, this thing is good, old man, how do you sell it!"

Ye Cheng slowly stretched out his hand to grab the golden seal and examine it carefully.

"do not move!"

The old crazy man finally made a sound, sat up at the same time, and raised his eyes covered by white eyebrows.

"Sir! My rules for selling goods are to hold hands and talk about the price first, and then look at the items."

"The price is right, feel free to check it out. If you don't like the price, you have no connection with it!"

As he said that, the old crazy man stretched out his big hand that seemed to have not been washed for hundreds of years and stretched it towards Ye Cheng.

The sleeves of the other party's shabby coat were extremely long, and when stretched out, the entire hand was wrapped in it.

"Master..."

Li Cen's expression changed again, he couldn't bear it anymore.

What is Master going to do?

Inner sleeve handles!

Or it is also called Qiankun in the sleeves.

It is said that in the early days, merchants and buyers often negotiated prices by holding hands under their sleeves because they were concerned about their appearance.

Both parties hid their hands in their sleeves and inquired, negotiated or even bargained for prices by pinching seven, eight, and nine other methods.

If the purchase is expensive, no one else will know, and if the sale is cheap, the boss will not make any noise.

This kind of bargaining method can still be seen occasionally in rural gatherings until now.

When Li Cen saw that his master was going to join hands with Ye Cheng, he immediately panicked.

Especially after seeing the seal appearing on the stall, I became even more nervous.

He couldn't help but wanted to stop him, but the old crazy man glared at his apprentice, so that Li Cen didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

"haha okay!"

Ye Cheng was instilled with all the knowledge of Feng Shui and antiques by Brother Tong, but he didn't understand this inquiry method that was popular hundreds of years ago.

He didn't mind that the opponent's hands were dirty, so he stretched out his right hand and slipped into the old crazy man's sleeve.

The old madman raised his eyes and saw that Ye Cheng's right hand was white and delicate, with medium-length fingers, and there was a mocking look in his eyes.

As soon as the opponent's hand comes in, grab it.

Under the wide sleeves of the cotton-padded jacket, no one could tell what was going on inside.

what happened?

Ye Cheng was so angry that he just wanted to scold his mother.

Damn it, Lao Deng!

I’m giving you face, right?

As soon as I put my hand in, you grabbed it and then used your thumb and index finger to separate my index and middle fingers.

Despite his old age, the opponent's hand is amazingly strong.

Ye Cheng had no intention of hurting anyone, but he heard a bang in a hurry.

The other person's index finger and middle finger were completely turned over and placed flat on the back of the hand.

If someone else was there, they would definitely scream.

Why!

It hurts!

It fucking hurts!

The bones of the index finger and middle finger were forcibly turned over, and the entire muscles and periosteum were broken.

Just like that, the right hand had to be destroyed on the spot.

But who is Ye Cheng?

Devil Muscular Man...

No, cell terminator!

When he was caught off guard and two fingers were broken off on the spot, he reacted immediately.

Lao Deng, are you looking for death?

Ye Cheng's eyes showed murderous intent, he said nothing, and his expression didn't even change.

The two broken fingers recovered instantly and bounced back like a spring.

Snapped!

He hit the old mad man on the tiger's mouth with extreme cruelty, causing the opponent's expression to change drastically.

With just such a twitching force of two fingers, I'm afraid it could break half a meter of bluestone.

The old mad man's mouth shook violently, his whole hand was instantly paralyzed, and half of his arm was immediately numb.

He didn't cry out in pain, and immediately opened his big hand to hold Ye Cheng's entire palm and exerted force again.

How could Ye Cheng give the other party a second chance to succeed?

He reacted as fast as lightning, and with a backhand grip, he grasped the opponent's palm one step ahead.

Then subconsciously, use your thumb, ring finger, and little finger to clasp the opponent's big hand.

The remaining index and middle fingers of your right hand point toward the back of the opponent's palm again.

The two fingers suddenly increased by nearly ten centimeters in an instant, and they suddenly touched the old crazy man's wrist.

Snapped!

There was another crisp sound, and the old crazy man's wrist seemed to be pressed hard by a hydraulic press, and there was even a sound of the wrist bone exploding.

Ye Cheng wants to take action again, and even wants to destroy the opponent's entire right hand.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the paper man and horse standing on the side of him, standing up on their own without any wind.

It seemed that if he didn't pull his hand away, the lifeless paper man or horse would pounce on him and deliver a fatal blow.

Ye Cheng was so shocked that he subconsciously withdrew his hand and tensed up his muscles, waiting for the follow-up attack.

And because all these confrontations took place inside the cuffs, Li Cen couldn't see clearly.

He could only see the two of them briefly touching each other in their sleeves, and Ye Cheng pulled out his hand like lightning.

But then he noticed that the master had a look of shock that he had never seen before in his life.

The old man was breathing heavily, and his dim old eyes were frighteningly bright. He sat upright and stared at Ye Cheng in front of him.

Ignoring the severe pain in his wrist, he cupped his hands and made a loud sound like a bell.

"Dig wells and cut salt, and ask ghosts for money."

“In Wuxia Coffin Mountain, there are earthly immortals buried there.”

"Look at the mountains and be fascinated, and reach the sky in one step!"

"The twentieth generation of Guanshan Taibao - Feng Family, Feng Shiwen..."

Ye Cheng looked at the other party's appearance and heard the extremely familiar incision in his mind.

He unexpectedly clasped his fists with both hands.

"Explore the cave with two fingers to find ghosts and gods. This is where the Heavenly Palace of Faqiu resides."

"There are no taboos in handprints, ghosts under the tomb..."

"Kowtow to the mortal world!"

"Faqiu Tianguan - Yecheng."

boom!

The entire corridor was filled with gloomy winds again.

For a moment, the Panjiayuan Ghost Market was really like a hundred ghosts walking at night, making all the stalls buzz.

Everyone looked shocked and didn't know what was happening.

Only the gold seal that was originally placed on the stall turned over with a snap, revealing eight large characters engraved on it.

[The heavenly official gives blessings, and there are no taboos]