After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

The ghost market opens once every three hundred years. Every half-month, there are people coming and going from the three realms. There are people, monsters, fish and dragons mixed together. There are people doing business in the ghost market, and there are also people seeking immortality and knowing the news from all sides.

Everything you do is destiny and chance, and all kinds of life and death business. As long as you pay the starting price, there is nothing you can't buy.

It's half a month today, the full moon is gloomy, the place where the lower world meets is full of ghosts, and the ghost air is permeated. The ghost market only opens at midnight, and a large number of ghosts have come after hearing the news. They have been waiting here early, and they gather together in threes and fives to make jokes. Nagging.

The female ghost was twirling her handkerchief, her face was painted pale, she was wearing a bun with a slanted bun, and a hairpin with rubies and green luan dots. She was a rich lady during her lifetime and was buried with many people. She looked particularly jeweled among the female ghosts. He said in a thin voice:

"Well, the two boxes of Mingluanlou's rouge that I asked someone to buy in the ghost market have been almost used up. I heard that there are new ones this time, so I have to go and pick up two boxes."

"Their rouge gouache has always been famous, but this time there are so many people vying to buy it. If you want to buy it, you probably won't be able to get it just by queuing up."

The rich lady sneered disdainfully. She had a slim waist and bright dandelions on her nails. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and said:

"There must be a way for me to buy it. If a few sisters are also interested and come with me, they won't come back empty-handed."

After hearing this, the others rushed to join them. The rich lady was very generous and accepted them all with a wave of her hand. Seeing that a female ghost was still reluctant to speak, she reached out and tugged on her sleeve and said, "Jiaojiao, don't you go. ?"

The female ghost called Jiaojiao was in a daze, but she came to her senses after being pulled by the rich lady. She twisted her handkerchief and said in distress:

"My father said he was afraid that I would be alone down there, and wanted to marry me, but the man's appearance was too unpleasant, and I didn't want to."

The other female ghosts also felt sympathy for this matter and comforted each other. The rich lady sighed and asked, "Then why are you going to the ghost market?"

Jiaojiao looked a little shy at this time. She looked around, then called a few people over, formed a small circle, and whispered:

"There are houses in the ghost market where you can buy people. I'm thinking of buying one back. Isn't my father going to tell me if I am worthy of this marriage?"

The female ghosts suddenly realized this, and joked that Jiaojiao was in love and wanted to hook up with a handsome man in the house. The rich lady rolled her eyes, poked Jiaojiao on the shoulder, and said ambiguously:

"If you want a husband, why bother going to the ghost market to waste money on Zhou Zhang?"

Jiaojiao was puzzled: "Where can we go if we don't go to the ghost market?"

The rich lady smiled coquettishly, her eyes squinted outwards, gesturing for her to look at a grave next to her:

"Look, that one."

The few people who were watching the excitement did not think it was a big deal and were even more anxious than Jiaojiao. They all turned their heads to look over.

The moonlight is turbulent, spreading across the sky like a galaxy. The moonlight shines on the ground, creating a very bright color. A man stands with a sword, leaning against a tree trunk, wearing a bamboo hat, with a veil hanging down, and his face cannot be seen clearly. Only when the wind passes by When wearing gauze, I glimpsed a bit of profile, feeling cold. She was dressed in a moon-white outfit, with narrow sleeves and wrist guards, and a jade belt on her waist. The sharp lines on her waist were tucked into the girdle, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. Like a smooth and slender scimitar.

Jiaojiao took a quick look and immediately stared straight in her eyes. She covered her mouth and exclaimed incoherently:

"This, this is a ghost or a human, my God, this, this is too..."

The rich lady is very proud of her vision:

"How about it? Isn't it going to kill you if you take me home and become a husband?!"

Jiaojiao's pretty face turned red with embarrassment. She didn't dare to look directly at her, but at the same time she was thinking a little bit. She said coyly: "Well, how can this be possible? I don't know you..."

"Oh, if you go up and say a few words, you'll get to know each other, right? What are you so afraid of?"

As the rich lady said this, she was about to pull her up, but she heard three gongs ringing in the distance. The door to hell was open, and the evil had cleared the way. It was midnight.

There was a queue in front to check the documents. If I went late, I might have to queue up in a long line. It was more important to buy rouge. The rich lady grabbed Jiaojiao, who was full of love, and led the others to queue up immediately.

Chu Yitang looked at the sky and followed the team to find a place to line up. There were many people occupying positions in front of him, and it was already not too early by the time it was his turn.

He held the sword, took out the document and clasped it on the table. The ghost officer opened it and glanced twice. After confirming that it was correct, he spit on his thumb, pressed the ink pad to seal his fingerprint, and waved to let him go.

After putting away the document, Chu Yitang stepped up to leave, but someone suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes. He paused, frowned, turned around and looked down, and saw a chubby hand holding the hem of his robe. , wearing a bright yellow round-collared robe, with round eyes, looking up at him.

"Take me in."

Chu Yitang frowned. If he hadn't seen the child's serious expression, he would have suspected that some other ghost was interfering nearby.

Seeing that he didn't move, the child didn't let go, but repeated it again seriously:

"Take me in."

Chu Yitang didn't answer, but went straight to the back and asked in the queue:

"Whose child is missing?"

The ghosts looked at each other, only glancing with wan interest, but no one responded.

…………

Chu Yitang lowered his head again and refused: "I can't take you in, let go quickly and go find your parents."

"I don't, you take me in."

Chu Yitang suddenly felt a headache. He patiently tried to reason:

"I really can't take you in. I'm here to do something. You go find your parents, or I take you to find your parents, okay?"

The child was very determined and without blinking, he repeated seriously: "I don't want to find my parents. I don't have any parents. Please take me in."

"........."

When the negotiation failed, the ghosts in the queue behind also began to have opinions. Their dissatisfied noises made Chu Yitang's head hurt even more. Seeing that he had been holding on for a long time, the ghosts urged:

"Come on, why are you waiting? It will close later."

Chu Yitang pressed his eyebrows, pointed at the child and said: "I don't know where this child came from. He didn't let me go. He must have been separated from his parents."

Gui Cha was dubious. He stretched his neck and leaned over to take a look in confusion. Then he stared at Chu Yitang's veil for a while. Finally, he slapped the table and said angrily: "Who are you kidding? Isn't this your son?!"

"? What my son?"

"Look, this is not your son?" Gui Cha walked around the table and stood in front of them. He held his hands and confirmed again. It was even more certain, "You two are both carved from the same mold! How dare you say that he is not?" Your son?!"

Chu Yitang was stunned. Only then did he take a closer look at the child's face. He couldn't tell without looking at it. There was a 10% or 99% resemblance between the eyebrows. He was shocked. Before he could speak, the child opened his mouth and said, "Daddy." It directly locked him in place.

"Dad, it's not impossible for you to find your stepmother, but you can't live without me. My mother died early, so you don't care about me anymore?"

Chu Yitang: "...????"

The child's face did not turn red and his heart did not beat, and he was not afraid of lying in public. It was all true feelings. In just a few words, Chu Yitang successfully portrayed Chu Yitang as a ruthless bastard husband who abandoned his wife and children.

The ghosts watching behind were impatient to wait. When they saw what Chu Yitang was, they were all seeking justice. A spit of saliva from one person was enough to drown Chu Yitang.

It was the first time in Chu Yitang's life that he was forcibly recognized as his father, and it was in such a humiliating way. Seeing that the door of hell was about to close, he gritted his teeth, pulled back his sleeves, crossed the child's two small fleshy arms and hugged them, with a smile on his face. Do not laugh:

"Okay, okay, Dad will take care of you. Come on, Dad will take you in."

The child felt no guilt, his eyes were dark and watery, and he nodded again, acquiescing to Chu Yitang's words.

I'm furious! !

Chu Yitang took a deep breath, took his newly recognized son, and entered the ghost market gate without looking back.