ghost

Run along the alley, and run out of the end of the alley, which is a street.At first glance, it looks no different from ordinary real streets, but Fang Xia knows that he has entered a ghost market.

The sidewalks on both sides of the street are filled with various stalls. On the street, pedestrians are constantly coming and going, which is a picture of a busy city in the world.

However, the cold air, wearing different costumes from different dynasties and generations, people all over the street are wearing clothes from different dynasties, they are walking silently, almost floating, and there is a child who picked his head and held it in his arms, as if nothing had happened Customers who took out their stomachs to withdraw money are telling that this is not an ordinary busy market.

The ghosts here are different from those seen in Yangshi.

The stronger the ghost in the Yang world, the clearer its figure.However, the ghosts here are all clear and solid, and only by feeling carefully can one roughly judge the strength of the ghost from the yin energy on the opponent's body.

Fang Xia stood at the end of the alley, looked around, but did not see Zou Wumang.He obviously ran in after Zou Wumang, but he disappeared.

Frowning slightly and thinking for a moment, Fang Xia chose the right side according to his feeling, and quickly followed along the street.

The dim street lights on the side of the road flickered, as if the light bulb would be scrapped in the next second.From time to time, a stall owner called Fang Xia to buy something, but Fang Xia ignored him and ran forward.

However, after running for a while, he still didn't see Zou Wumang's figure. Fang Xia stopped and didn't continue chasing him. He chose to walk back.

Going back to the end of the alley where he first came out, Fang Xia walked into the alley and walked to the alley ahead.Passing by the wandering old man on the way, he was still leaning against the wall, guarding the basket covered by the black cloth.Fang Xia glanced at him, walked past him, and then hurried back to the alley where Fu Jin was waiting.

The street at the entrance of the alley was supposed to be empty. However, when Fang Xia turned back to the entrance of the alley, he saw that this street was just like the one at the end of the alley. Hang out in the streets.

Fang Xia's heart skipped a beat. He thought that he would be able to get out of the ghost market if he turned back without running too far, but he didn't expect that things were not as simple as he thought.

No, he had to return to the original alley before Fu Jin left the ghost market.

While thinking, Fang Xia walked onto the street where ghosts come and go.

When he met Zou Wumang, the other party was walking straight towards the entrance of the alley, obviously he made a special trip to find him, that is to say, he knew that it was the entrance of the ghost market.If Zou Wumang dared to enter the ghost market, there must be a way to get out. Although he was a little emotional at the time, it didn't look like he couldn't think about it and planned to commit suicide.

Fang Xia is not ignorant of the ghost market.He had heard Fu Jin talk about it before, and also read some content in some ancient books and documents.

The ghost market is a place where ghosts trade. Every ghost festival, the entrance to the ghost market will appear in the human world. The living people need to be careful and avoid the entrance of the ghost market. This is probably the meaning written in the book. , It does not mean that the living cannot enter, nor does it say that once the living enter, they cannot exit.

The question is how to get out?

Fang Xia walked along the street for a while, and found that the building roads of the ghost city are exactly the same as the outside, just like the scene reflected by the mirror of the real scene, the exact same world, but it is not reality.

Fang Xia walked two streets forward, and soon saw the barbershop where he had his hair cut today—the same glass sliding door, the same gaudy signboard, the difference is that the sidewalk at the door is full of stalls.

[Brother, do you want to buy something? ]

As soon as Fang Xia looked away from the signboard of the barber shop, he heard a girl calling him.Turning her head, she saw a stall girl who looked to be in her teens, wearing a blue floral jacket, with short hair tied to her ears, and tied with a white rope.She smiled at Fang Xia, but her eyes were lifeless.

Fang Xia looked away from the girl's face and landed on her booth - there were a few dark stones on the ground in front of her, and there was nothing else.

"No." Fang Xia refused, and was about to leave after speaking.

[Brother, are you looking for someone? ] The girl spoke again.

Fang Xia looked back at her.

[I can tell you some news, just burn some paper money for me. ]

The ghost market is a place for ghosts to trade, but if living people can successfully enter the ghost market, it is also possible between ghosts and people, just be careful not to buy things that cannot be afforded by ghosts, otherwise the consequences will be very bad.

However, he was running around like a headless chicken and couldn't find an exit, so it's better to find Zou Wumang and find a way to follow him out.It's just that he didn't bring paper money with him...

"I don't have paper money, can ingots be okay?" Fang Xia turned around and asked the girl.

[Yes, I want three. ] The girl pointed three fingers at Fang Xia.

"Okay." Fang Xia took out three yellow papers from his pocket, squatted in front of the girl, and began to fold ingots while describing Zou Wumang's appearance.

[The man with the scar at the end of the eye, I have seen him, but he left soon. ] The girl said.

"Where have you been?"

[Of course I left the ghost city. ] The girl said, [He came to inquire about the whereabouts of the legendary sacrificial stone. After inquiring, he left. ]

"How did he leave the ghost market?" Fang Xia couldn't help asking.

The girl covered her mouth and laughed, [Brother, this question is precious, I want to accept one of your kidneys.Brother, do you want to buy it? ]

Fang Xia shivered, he couldn't afford to lose a kidney.

Although a person has two kidneys, it’s okay to lose one, but being removed by a ghost is not the same as being removed by a doctor. Ghosts don’t pay attention to stitching up your wounds, and you will lose your life.But—even if his life was not in danger, he would not give the kidney to this little female ghost.He is a lover, and he must have a kidney!

"Then don't buy it." Fang Xia said, and burned the three folded ingots in his hand to the girl.

The ingot was burnt, and the paper ashes fell. Fang Xia got up to leave, but a cold hand grabbed his ankle.The touch does not feel like a solid body, but a cold and cloudy feeling.

Fang Xia lowered his head, and saw the pale and slender five fingers of the girl in the floral padded jacket clasping his ankle firmly, smiling at him with her head up, but her eyes were gloomy and cold.

[Brother, you didn't pay the bill. ]

Fang Xia put one hand into his trouser pocket, "I have already burned the three ingots you asked for."

['Where did he go' is three ingots, but 'what is he doing in the ghost market' is another price. ]

"I didn't ask him what he was doing in the ghost market, you told me yourself." Fang Xia said.

[But you heard me, hee hee...]

This is obviously an intention to buy and sell by force.

"How many more ingots do you want?" Fang Xia asked unhurriedly, but the finger in his trouser pocket caught an exorcism talisman.

[Brother, your eyes are so beautiful, you can see a lot of interesting things, right?I don't want more of you, I just want your eyeball, okay? ]

"Just one eyeball?" Fang Xia narrowed his eyes slightly.

[right. ] The girl looked at him greedily.

"Of course - no!" Before Fang Xia finished speaking, the exorcism talisman between his fingers had already been typed out.

The exorcism talisman hit the hand clasped on his ankle, and that pale and slender hand instantly turned into a cloud of black mist. Fang Xia retreated quickly, keeping a distance from the girl in the flowered cloth jacket.

"Little sister, your price is too high." Fang Xia stared at the gloomy girl with no smile on her face, secretly guarded, and took the three copper coins at the bottom of her trouser pocket.

[It's brother, you want to renege on your debt, right? ] The yin energy on the girl's body gradually became heavier, and wrinkles began to slowly appear on that pale and bloodless face, and soon she changed from a girl in her teens to a hunchbacked old woman of seven or eighty years old.

"It's my sister... Uh, grandma, you are too dishonest in doing business." Fang Xia looked at the female ghost who had transformed from a young girl into an old woman. , They all stopped, and there was a tendency to gradually gather towards him.

—There was no escape.

[Give me the eyeballs! ] The female ghost who looked like an old woman had no intention of reasoning with Fang Xia at all, and screamed at Fang Xia with a sharp voice.

Before the end of the screeching sound came to an end, several ghosts gathered towards Fang Xia on the street suddenly made an attack, and rushed towards Fang Xia from both sides.

Fang Xia took a step back, quickly raised his hand and threw out the copper coin.Three copper coins sealed up three ghosts, and two more slipped through the net. Fang Xia immediately played two exorcism charms to drive those two ghosts back.

The copper coins returned to his hands, but the situation got worse, and other ghosts on the street began to swarm towards him like a tide.Not only the surrounding area, many of them floated up and swooped over from the air, which can almost be described as overwhelming.

Fang Xia tightly held the three copper coins in his hand, his body was tense, his mind was spinning, and he desperately searched for corresponding methods from the knowledge he had learned.

The copper coin was imprinted with a slight pain in the palm of the hand, sweat on the forehead, and the words Geng Shudan once said to him in lectures emerged from the depths of his memory.

In the art of controlling ghosts, the magic weapon for suppressing ghosts is not necessarily fixed to one-to-one, as long as the ability is sufficient, it is also possible to suppress multiple ghosts with one magic weapon.The magic weapon is just an auxiliary, the determining factor of how far the spell wants to reach will never be the magic weapon, but the caster—the talent of the caster, and the expectation of the caster.With enough talent, the spell can go as far as the caster wants to go.

Fang Xia let go, and three copper coins came out, suspended in the air.His attention was highly concentrated, staring at the ghosts that came like a tide, and his fingertips drew talismans in the air.

"Control." Fang Xia spit out a word softly, and typed out the invisible talisman.

The row of ghosts rushing to the front suddenly stopped.They were not sealed into copper coins, but Fang Xia did control them with the technique of controlling ghosts.

can do.

Even if you don't stick to a rigid form, ghost control can be successful.

Fang Xia gradually calmed down, and with a movement of his fingertips, he released the three ghosts sealed in the copper coins.

"go."

The three ghosts mixed with the ghosts controlled by the ghost control technique, attacked the surrounding ghosts, and soon fought together.

At first, Fang Xia controlled a small number of ghosts, which was at a disadvantage.But as Fang Xia not only increased the number of ghosts he controlled, but gradually gained the upper hand, the ghosts that rushed towards Fang Xia, the ghosts controlled by Fang Xia, bit and pushed out, gradually exposed open spaces around Fang Xia.

But at this moment, the old woman who was looking at the old woman on the side of the road let out a long cry, and her figure rose from the ground, heading straight for Fang Xia's three copper coins hanging in the air.The copper coins were knocked off by her, and they were all distorted and deformed when they fell on the ground.There was a brief commotion among the controlled ghosts, and the open space around Fang Xia began to shrink again.

However, Fang Xia was not nervous this time, or it should be said that he felt a strange sense of calm after concentrating to the limit.

[Give me the eyeballs——] The old woman screamed and flew towards Fang Xia.

Fang Xia raised his hand and hit the last exorcism talisman on her face, forcing her to retreat. At the same time, he drew three talismans with the other hand, and the out-of-control ghost returned to his control.

——With enough talents, as far as the caster wants to go, the spell can go as far as he wants.

So, can ghost control technique control all the ghosts here in an instant?

Fang Xia's pupils constricted, the sword finger that drew the talisman tightened, and his hand was raised slightly...

Just as Fang Xia drew the first talisman in the void, there was a horrified cry from the fighting ghosts, and the next moment, those ghosts who were not under control also screamed and began to flee in all directions.Fang Xia turned his head to look in the direction of the screaming, his eyes passed between the fleeing ghosts, and he saw the familiar figure walking quickly towards him with a full body and nobility.

"Fu Jin?" Fang Xia blinked, distracted, those ghosts standing in place also escaped his control in an instant, and fled in all directions in panic.

When Fu Jin walked in front of Fang Xia, not a single ghost could be seen on the entire street, including the old woman who was thinking of Fang Xia's eyeballs.

Seeing Fu Jin approaching, Fang Xia's mind immediately relaxed completely, and then he felt dizzy from lack of oxygen in his brain, and his body swayed uncontrollably.

Fu Jin put away the evil spirit in her body in an instant, and quickly reached out to support Fang Xia.

"Where did you get hurt?" Fu Jin asked nervously.

Fang Xia was wearing a jade ring, and he found out as soon as he entered the ghost market.He gave up on chasing Su Wen and hurried over, fearing that he would be one step too late.Seeing Fang Xia's dizzy appearance now, his heart suddenly hangs.

Fang Xia shook his head, feeling that the dizziness had disappeared, and smiled at Fu Jin, "I didn't get hurt anywhere, it's just that my nerves collapsed too tight just now, and I feel a little lack of oxygen in my brain when I relax."

Fu Jin's eyes turned around Fang Xia's body twice, and after making sure that Fang Xia was not injured, he let go of his hands that were supporting Fang Xia, and looked at him with a cold face.

"Fu Jin?"

"Do you remember what I told you earlier?"

"Uh, that... I can explain it." Fang Xia rubbed his nose guilty, "Well, not long after you entered the ghost market, Zou Wumang also entered the ghost market, I want to ask him something, Just followed in."

Fu Jin looked away from Fang Xia, turned around and walked towards the street.

Fang Xia followed quickly, "I was also in a panic at the time, and I didn't come in on purpose."

Fu Jin still ignored him and continued walking.

"Fu Jin, let me tell you, the ghosts here actually come to buy and sell by force to do business, it's simply too much..."

Fu Jin stopped in her tracks and glanced at him lightly.

Fang Xia suddenly fell silent.

Fu Jin took Fang Xia back to the alley. In the alley, the ghostly old man was still sitting against the wall. Seeing Fu Jin standing still in front of him, he hugged the basket in front of him, shivering and shivering. curl up.

"Lu Yin." Fu Jin said to the old man.

The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Xia, and said in a low voice: [This luyin is only sold to the living people who enter the ghost market, and not to the living people who go out, this is against the rules...]

"I don't care about the rules." Fu Jin looked at the old man coldly.

The old man hugged the basket tightly, and under the raised eyelids, the cloudy and cold eyeballs rolled around, and suddenly saw a white figure at the end of the alley, and immediately shouted loudly: "Master Yin, help!"Someone is robbing! ]

Fang Xia turned her head and followed the old man's line of sight.I saw a man who looked like a ghost. He was wearing the clothes of the ancient government servants. The clothes were all white, with only a black word "poor" written on his chest.Hearing the shouts, he turned into the alley and walked towards them.

Is this a bad thing?This was the first time Fang Xia saw Yincha, and she became nervous the next second when she was curious.The ghost is arresting the ghost, the ghost old man called him over, he didn't want him to arrest Fu Jin, did he?

Fang Xia teased Fu Jin and motioned him to run quickly.

Fu Jin didn't move, just when Fang Xia anxiously wanted to drag him away, but saw the servant bowed to Fu Jin, respectfully said: [Mr. Fu Jin. ]

Fang Xia was surprised.

But Fu Jin only nodded slightly to the errand, and his eyes fell on the old man holding the basket again.

The old man looked terrified, took out a black string from the basket and threw it to Fu Jin, then fled with the basket in his arms.

"Hand." Fu Jin turned around, facing Fang Xia, and said.

Fang Xia understood and raised her hand.

Fu Jin tied the black string around his wrist, then took his hand and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

While following Fu Jin, Fang Xia turned her head to look at the errand behind, and found that he was still standing where he was, with a gesture of respect.

Walking out of the ghost market, the black string in Fang Xia's hand disappeared instantly.Fang Xia touched the wrist that used to wear the black string, looked back at Fu Jin, and asked curiously, "Fu Jin, why is that errand so respectful to you?"

Fu Jin didn't answer, stepped on the night, turned and walked towards Fang Xia in the hotel.

It's over, Fu Jin is really angry.

Fu Jin is usually in a bad mood, but it's only faint, Fang Xia has never seen Fu Jin really angry, but this time Fu Jin was really angry.In the two days after the Hungry Ghost Festival, no matter how much Fang Xia coaxed and teased him, Fu Jin didn't speak to him much.

Holding a large bouquet of roses in her arms, Fang Xia looked at Fu Jin who was sitting on a chair in the hotel room, holding a book and was completely unmoved. I don’t know how many times he regretted that he didn’t listen to Fu Jin’s words and ran into the ghost market without authorization. .

"Fu Jin..."

Fang Xia called him in a low voice, but there was no response as expected.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, and I won't do it again." Fang Xia admitted his mistake with his head down.

"En." Fu Jin responded out loud.

Fang Xia looked up at him in surprise, only to see that Fu Jin had put down the book in his hand and was looking at him quietly, his eyes were no longer the coldness before, but the familiar gentleness.

"Fu Jin..." Fang Xia called him again sullenly.

"Well, come here." Fu Jin held out his hand to Fang Xia.

Fang Xia walked over, Fu Jin wrapped his arms around his waist and asked, "It won't happen in the future?"

"Well, no more." Fang Xia nodded and solemnly promised.

Fu Jin put the bouquet of roses in Fang Xia's hand on the table, raised her eyes to look at Fang Xia again, touched Fang Xia's knee lightly with her knee, let Fang Xia sit on her lap, and then raised her hand to hook her He leaned up to kiss his neck.

Fang Xiaban hugged Fu Jin's head, eagerly deepening the kiss.