After the ascension failed, I picked up the protagonist's golden finger

Because I came out late, there were a lot fewer people on the street than last night.

Shen Shubai called Xiao Wu in his consciousness, and after confirming that he was fine, he started walking along the street.

He walked through the streets of the entire ghost city, and he didn't see the second volume of "Xing Liao", which was also expected by him.

Tonight is the same as last night, I opened a paving shop, at least I got some things in exchange, so it can be regarded as a gain.

Seeing that the sky was turning pale, Shen Shubai still didn't hear the sound of iron striking, which made him wonder if he had made a wrong judgment.

It is impossible for the bile of the Qingtian python to appear in this small town, and it is impossible to appear in the iron shop. "Xing Liao" was delivered directly to him, and he alone heard the sound of iron hammering, and every pile was about to fall. He was lured to the ghost market.

Such a coincidence is simply impossible.

Just before the fireworks exploded, a blunt voice came from the front, the voice was exactly the same as last night, Shen Shubai's eyes flickered slightly.

Still here.

Because the wooden sign was replaced, Shen Shubai was not sent back to the inn. After the fog cleared, a ray of moonlight shone softly on Shen Shubai's body, and the street became very empty. With the help of the moonlight, Shen Shubai observed the structure of the street.

Looking at the completely different scene from just now, he was convinced of one thing - the ghost city is a mustard space.

To be able to create a mustard space that can accommodate so many people at the same time, the requirements for the foundry are not high. In today's world, the number of people who can do this can be counted on two fingers.

That person deliberately lured him here, and he was able to see through his disguise. Shen Shubai suddenly remembered something. When he was in the Xiao Mansion, Xiao Wu had seen through his concealment spell. Didn't pay much attention to this matter, now it seems that this person and Xiao Wu should be related.

From this point of view, it makes sense for Xiao Wu to worship under him.

Shen Shubai couldn't help but diverge his thoughts, if Xiao Wu was really related to this matter, then what kind of role did Xiao Wu play in the matter of attracting him to the ghost market?Or, what purpose does he have?

Everything is unknown.

The vibration from under his feet brought Shen Shubai back to his senses, and a gust of wind blew his hair into disorder.

As the sound of hammering irons became more and more rapid, the floor began to move. After a while, a straight road appeared in front of him. Shen Shubai looked up, and there was a small workshop at the end of the road.

There are two lanterns hanging outside the small workshop, which are the same as those in the ghost market, but they are much brighter. Through the light, Shen Shubai can see a person standing outside the door, looking at him. Casts a rich black shadow.

The man was obviously waiting for him.

Shen Shubai smiled and walked towards the workshop without hesitation.

No matter how hard you try to invite him into the urn, he will always agree.

The man was wearing coarse linen clothes, but he didn't have a beard on his face, which didn't prevent Shen Shubai from recognizing him - Huangshan.

Seeing someone, Shen Shubai still didn't understand something, and he was trying his best just to meet him, presumably there was something important to do.

"Brother Shen, long time no see."

This voice was exactly the same as Liang Qing's, except that it was a little more hoarse. Shen Shubai also imitated him and said hello: "Brother Liang, we just met this afternoon."

Seeing that he unceremoniously pointed out his disguised identity, Huang Shan immediately explained: "I had to do that, forgive me, forgive me."

Huangshan's identity is definitely not simple, but Shen Shubai is not interested in his identity, so he just sighed: "Is there something for you to attract me?"

With Shen Shubai being so forthright, Huang Shan naturally cut to the chase. He turned around and walked into the small workshop, and came out after a while, holding a box in his hand.

The box was open, so Shen Shubai could see what was inside at a glance, a yellow booklet, a scroll, and a red spar.

If the guess is correct, the yellow leather booklet is the second volume of "Xing Liao", and Shen Shubai doesn't know about the scroll and spar.

"What are these?" he asked.

"It's okay."

As expected, after finishing speaking, Huang Shan paused, with a complicated meaning in his eyes, and after a long time, Huang Shan said hoarsely: "This scroll is the map of Xiaoxian Peak, although it is only half a copy, But you should be able to use it."

Where is Little Immortal Peak, the legendary burial place of immortals, it is so vast and boundless, it is impossible for anyone to figure out the terrain distribution inside.

So when Huangshan said the words of the map of Xiaoxian Peak, Shen Shubai was a little silent, but when he thought that the legendary "Xingliao" sword technique was also in his hands, he had an inexplicable persuasive force.

Huang Shan was afraid that Shen Shubai would not believe it, so he deliberately explained: "Although there are some reasons, I can't explain it, but this is indeed the map of Xiaoxian Peak."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Shubai and saw that his expression was normal, so he continued.

The mustard space will not exist for too long, Huangshan can only try to explain things clearly, Shen Shubai does not interrupt, just listen to him.

Until Huangshan and his small workshop disappeared in front of Shen Shubai.

The third day will come soon.

Xiao Wu didn't ask Shen Shubai why he came back late last night, and Shen Shubai didn't explain, almost early in the morning, Shen Shubai knocked on Xiao Wu's door, asking him to pack up his things and go back to the mountain together.

As for the auction, there is no need to participate.

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