The villain heroine is strong and sassy

Ghost Market, the name Baili Jiuye is not unfamiliar at all. Although I haven’t had much contact with it, the name of Ghost Market is well-known in the upper world.

I just didn't expect that there is a ghost market in the ghost world, and I don't know if this ghost market is related to the ghost market in the higher world.

At the entrance of the ghost market, Baili Jiuye put on black clothes and a black mask and stepped into the gate of the ghost market with Ling Lao of the same look.

The environment of the ghost city is not much different from that of the ghost world, both are dominated by black.

And all the people and ghosts who came in were dressed in black clothes and black masks, and their cultivation and aura were covered up, so it was difficult to tell whether they were humans or ghosts under the black clothes and masks.

Baili Jiuye and Baili Jiuye seemed to be walking aimlessly, but in fact, their spiritual consciousness had already been released, and after checking, nothing was found.

It seems that this ghost market is not simple.

Baili Jiuye stopped in front of a jewelry stall and raised his hand to pick up an exquisite purple hairpin.

The stall owner was very enthusiastic and said, "Sir, you are really discerning. This is our new product. You can see that this style is the latest, and I believe you can also see that this is not an ordinary hairpin. This is a belt." There is space, and more importantly, this thing has a defensive function, which can block a fatal injury to the greatest extent, and..."

"How to sell it?" Baili Jiuye asked directly, not bothering to listen to his ramblings.

"Sir, it's not expensive, just five hundred spirit stones." The stall owner felt a little guilty.

But Baili Jiuye didn't have the sense to bargain, so he threw five hundred spiritual stones to the stall owner and left with the hairpin. The stall owner laughed. When Baili Ruoli found out about the situation, she wanted to tear him up, but unfortunately she didn't know it now.

And Ling Lao spent eight hundred spirit stones to buy a red hosta, carefully carried it in her arms, and hurriedly kept up with Baili Jiuye.

Suddenly Baili Jiuye felt something in his heart and walked straight towards an inconspicuous stall. The stall owner was a seven or eight-year-old girl.

The little girl timidly raised her head and looked at Baili Jiuye, "Little sister, do you want to buy something?"

Baili Jiuye did not answer, but knelt down and picked up half of the white jade hairpin.

Baili Jiuye looked at it carefully and felt a sense of familiarity coming from the hairpin. He looked at the little girl and asked, "How do you sell this?"

The little girl shook her head and said, "Miss, this is broken. It's not for sale. You can look at other ones."

Without looking at anything else, Baili Jiuye threw a bag of spiritual stones to the little girl and left with the broken hairpin.

The little girl wanted to catch up and return the spirit stone to her, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared.

"It's okay. I'll give it back to my little sister when I see her next time."

Besides, after Baili Jiuye got the hairpin, he didn't check it immediately but carefully put it in the space and continued shopping. It took a long time for the two of them to leave the ghost market.

In Genyu Hun Mountain, bright red unknown flowers bloomed in the black woods on the dark land. Baili Jiuye and Linglao went straight to the center of Hun Mountain.

The center is quiet, with only the black trees and bright red flowers swaying.

Baili Jiuye took out a single-room cabin and moved it in directly.

Poor Linglao could only sit outside and meditate. He had not paid attention to him for hundreds of miles and nine nights, but Linglao was used to it.

Baili Jiuye sat on the soft couch and took out the broken hairpin and looked at it carefully. Suddenly, a crooked and inconspicuous word "night" came into Baili Jiuye's eyes without any warning.

Baili Jiuye's slender white fingers gently rubbed it, his eyes full of nostalgia.

The memory goes back to my childhood. A man in white clothes was lying lazily on a soft couch, with a book covering his face, as if he was asleep.

A pink and tender little dumpling tiptoed close to him, stretched out his chubby little hands and gently pulled out the white jade hairpin on the man's head. Seeing that the man was motionless, he was holding the hairpin like a cat that had stolen something fishy. Like a child, he sat on the table and chair on the side, took out a small carving knife and carefully carved the word "night" on the hosta. Xiaotuanzi covered his mouth and snickered. He was about to insert the hosta back when he turned around and bumped into it. On a pair of slender thighs.

Jing Yu looked at Xiao Jiuye who felt guilty with a smile, "Xiao Ye'er, what did you do?"

Xiao Jiuye put his hands behind his back and said with a guilty conscience: "Master, Xiao Jiu did not steal your hairpin."

Realizing that he was not asking for trouble, he quickly covered his mouth with his small fleshy hand, revealing the white jade hairpin.

Jing Yu didn't say anything, just looked at her with a smile.

After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Jiuye held the hairpin in both hands and lowered his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, master, Xiao Jiu made a mistake. Xiao Jiu swears that I will never use your hairpin to engrave words again, master."

"Be good, you know your mistakes and can correct them. You are still a good disciple of your master." Jing Yu picked up Xiao Jiuye and sat on the stool.

"Here, let the master see what words Xiao Ye'er has carved." Jing Yu took the hairpin in Xiao Jiuye's hand, "It's not bad. Xiao Ye'er has grown up and is literate."

"Yes, Xiaojiu has grown up and is no longer a three-year-old baby."

"Yes, Xiao Ye'er is a four-year-old baby."

The laughter of one big and one small spread far away.

After that, Jing Yu never changed his hairpin, and it remained on his head until the end of his life.

"Master," Baili Jiuye murmured to himself, "You said the hairpin is still there, but the person is here, and the hairpin is dead, and the person is dead. Now the hairpin is still there, but where are you?"

In an extremely hidden valley in the ghost world, a masked man in black was sitting cross-legged on a stone, holding half a white jade hairpin in his hand and rubbing it with his thumb. He closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Then, the ghostly energy surged, instantly exploding for hundreds of miles, causing earth and trees to fly. The man in black suddenly opened his eyes, and his piercing gaze made everything around him stop.

The man in black put away half of the hosta, and his figure disappeared instantly. Only then did the still things return to their natural state, and the dust from the trees in the air fell.

"boom"

"boom"

The ground suddenly shook. Baili Jiuye carefully put away the hairpin and left the house in an instant. With a wave of his hand, the house disappeared. Linglao had already jumped up the tree and looked around vigilantly, but he didn't find anything.

Then the ground trembled greatly again. Baili Jiuye and Ling Lao looked at each other and flew into the air in unison.

Sure enough, the entire Soul Mountain was moving, and the "Rumble" mountain range slowly rose up. First, the center bulged, and then four thick thighs appeared around it, and a huge head was also exposed.

The flowers, grass, trees and dust on the Soul Mountain remained stable despite the huge vibration.

Baili Jiuye frowned and looked at the "alive" Hunshan, his eyes twinkling.

Unexpectedly, she didn't even notice that this soul mountain was a "living" thing.

It seemed that the ghost world was stronger than she imagined.

The two of them left quietly without disturbing Hun Shan, and Hun Shan ignored the two imps who suddenly broke in.

It was originally sleeping. It just turned over after sleeping for a long time. There was no other meaning.