Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

Hua Xia was silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the other things on the stall, a pair of ordinary worn-out slippers, a hat, a broom? Hair? She seemed to know what these were.

Could this stall owner be the cleaner at the King of Hell's house?

"Buy or not, if not, please don't block my stall and affect other customers."

Hua Xia looked behind him, there was no one there, so how could he have any guests?

"You..." The forum owner wanted to say something, but suddenly looked up, then lowered his head and kept silent.

Hua Xia was puzzled as she looked at the ghost whose attitude suddenly changed. She followed his line of sight and saw a tall male ghost standing behind the empty ghost just now.

The familiar warlord suit and tall boots stared down at her.

"What? You want to buy the King of Hell's slippers?" Hua Xia stood up, glanced at the ghost who looked hot in his clothes, and asked in confusion.

The male ghost choked and wanted to say something, but Hua Xia had already walked to the next stall.

"Miss, come and take a look."

Hua Xia walked over and found that her stall looked more reliable than the previous two. There was a cart made of a wooden frame, and on the cart were exquisite small porcelain jars with various types of powders and pastes in them, probably rouge and powder.

She picked up a small jar of peach-colored cream, like lipstick or blush.

The stall owner immediately said, "Miss, you have good eyesight. This is made from the heart blood of ten people who died tragically. It is very expensive."

Hua Xia was silent for a moment: "......" and let it go instantly.

It turned out to be useless to buy these things in the ghost market. I was stopped just as I was about to leave.

"Miss, don't go. You look so beautiful. I'll give you a 50% discount. It only costs 100 billion."

Hua Xia didn't want to smear the blood of ten people who died tragically on her face...

"No, ten people are too few. I usually use five thousand people."

250: [......] The host is truly a master of talking!

The stall owner probably didn't expect this either, and said blankly: "Five thousand people... this..."

Hua Xia thought she would say that they didn't have it, but the stall owner said, "This, this... this has to be custom made."

.......

【！ ！ 】250 was shocked.

Customized? Ready to buy?

It is worthy of being called a ghost market, there are many talented ghosts in the ghost world!

"Let's customize it. The price will be much higher than this..."

"You need to pay a 30 percent deposit first."

After a burst of computer clacking sounds, the female stall owner said, "Deposit, 10 trillion."

Hua Xia touched her pocket. When she came here, she thought she was quite rich. Now...

"I'll pay." A familiar voice sounded behind Hua Xia again, it was still the male ghost.

"Why are you following me?" Hua Xia turned her head and asked with an unhappy expression, probably because she felt that she was not as rich as the other person.

So he just gave the ghost a sidelong glance and left.

When I was almost at the end of the road, I finally bought something at the 'right price', a few hardware decorations, and some pills with inexplicable effects.

After asking the stall owner to help her transport it to the "door", Hua Xia sent a message to Yu Chen Gu asking him to transport it, and then turned the corner into a very dark place.

Turning around, he said impatiently, "Come out, I've been with you all the way."

The male ghost walked out with his back to the light, even though he was facing the light, Hua Xia still saw the playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Oh my, this guy must be a moron. A stalker, a pervert! Hana thought.

"Are you a ghost?" The person on the other end asked a stupid question.

Hua Xia looked at him as if he was an idiot, and he answered himself: "It seems so."

Hua Xia: “…”

"Why don't you have any ghost energy?"

As the saying goes, just as people have their own popularity, ghosts naturally have their own ghostliness.

There are two types of ghosts: fierce and non-fierce. Fierce ones either caused a tragic death or committed sins. This male ghost is the latter.

If it's not fierce, there's no need to explain it.

But, in the final analysis, without ghosts there would be no ghostly aura.

The absence of ghostly aura means that she may not be afraid of the things that ghosts fear. In that case, can it still be called a ghost?

"Are you a spirit?" asked the male ghost.

Hua Xia: "Whatever it is, just don't follow me!"

After saying that, just as he was about to leave, the male ghost suddenly attacked him with a weird smile on his face: "Let me taste it and I'll know what it is."

What a psycho! As soon as they disagree with each other, this ghost wants to eat her!

"Don't come over here!" Hua Xia covered her mouth and took a step away, looking scared. "You look like you don't want to take a shower..."

Male ghost: “???”

The next second, with a thud, a ghost that was approaching quickly flew away even faster and fell heavily to the ground, and its soul was shattered.

After a cloud of black air, the male ghost gathered himself together and stood up again. He could no longer smile jokingly because his face was crooked.

The dark eyes of the Ghost King, who was feared by everyone in the Ghost Market, showed a myriad of changing emotions, which eventually turned into vigilance.

"Who are you anyway?"

It is impossible for an ordinary ghost to be so powerful. The power at that moment seemed to almost beat him to death. The movement was light but the power was huge.

The vendors who were watching the excitement, who were originally lamenting that Hua Xia's things might not need to be shipped, were now trembling. The stall owner quietly moved to Hua Xia's side, carefully took out the money he had just paid and placed it on the ground.

"You don't need to pay for this. The things will be delivered soon..."

Hmm? Does she look like someone who would pay a bill without paying?

Well, she is.

Hua Xia walked over, picked up the paper money on the ground, shook it, and said to the stall owners: "Just think of it as a ticket to watch a fierce fighting game."

"Don't worry, it's also 10% off."

All the stall owners: “…”

250: [Host, business...]

Hua Xia turned around and raised an eyebrow at the Ghost King, then lowered her head and sighed provocatively: "Hey, it seems I can't keep these shoes. They are dirty."

The male ghost suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest again: "What on earth are you?"

"What? Jiang Xiangyang, you still want to be beaten." Hua Xia pointed out the identity of the Ghost King.

Jiang Xiangyang's eyes suddenly became sharp. It was impossible for a ghost to know the identity of the person he possessed, unless, unless it was someone he killed.

But he was sure that the female ghost was not among them.

Meng Jiatong? Yes, he hadn't eaten the little ghost yet. Seeing that the little ghost was afraid and avoiding him, he thought it wouldn't be too late to play with him for a while. Now it seems that she was the one who told the little ghost.

"Who are you to Meng Jiatong?"

Hua Xia shook her head: "I guessed wrong."

At this time, Yu Chen Gu, who received a message from a strange account, guessed that it was Hua Xia. When he arrived at the place she said, he saw nothing or anyone.

"Where are you?"

Hua Xia glanced down and replied, "Wait a minute, right away."

After saying that, she looked at the stall owner and said, "Take my things away first. I won't fight anymore. Why are you standing here in a daze? Do you still want to see it?"

The stall owners immediately took the order and fled.