Jiang Qing

In the middle of the night market is Qianjintai, the largest gambling house in Pingdu. A blue lamp is lit obliquely on the lintel, and the faces of people who come in and out, whether crying or laughing, are smudged madly by this weird blue color.

The blind slave of Qianjin Terrace had excellent hearing, and could only hear the soft ringing of the wind chime on the door when Bai Bingchen entered, and immediately came out with a smile on his face to greet the guest, and led him in.

Just as Bai Bingchen stopped, the man listened attentively for a while, then stopped too, and asked with a smile, "Your honored guest?"

He took out a finely carved white jade pendant from the cuff, and Bai Bingchen put it into the clerk's hand under the cover of his sleeve.

Fumbling for the jade mayfly in his hand, the guy's expression was no longer superficially enthusiastic, but a little respectful.

He walked forward without saying a word, and Bai Bingchen followed behind him familiarly, and entered a secret door.

The sound of the iron chain rubbing up and down was covered by the noise outside the door. Even though it was only separated by a wall, the gamblers outside could not find anything unusual.

Bai Bingchen followed his buddy onto the wooden plank, and the wooden space could only accommodate two people.After confirming that Bai Bingchen had stood firmly, the buddy turned the mechanism on one side, and they landed slowly.

When the door is opened again, the outside world is already a different world from the casino.

This is where the ghost city really is.

The cold aura hidden deep in the ground rushed towards his face. According to the usual practice, Bai Bingchen chose one of the masks painted with evil spirits on the side, put it on his face, and walked towards one of the side roads with ease.

This place is like an isolated city that has sunk into the ground. In the ghost city, the roads are criss-crossed, there are many buildings on both sides, and small stalls are crowded on both sides of the road.

There are no lights on the ghost market, and there are night pearls inlaid on the ceiling above the head, of different sizes, dotted like stars, casting patches of dark light.Pedestrians on the road are wearing masks of evil spirits. Looking from afar, they flicker on and off, as if a hundred ghosts are rampant in the middle of the night.

All kinds of novelty gadgets, rare animals, beautiful men and women, and all things that are forbidden to be bought and sold in the market are common here.With the cover of this ghost face, those desires that are difficult to expose to the sun are all exposed here naked.

There were many people watching and asking prices in front of each booth, but few people came in front of a minaret.

Just from a distance, the minaret is uncomfortable.The eaves of every two floors are staggered, overlapping up and down, and a skull is hung on the upwardly curved eaves, with red night pearls stuffed inside, illuminating the bronze-colored tower body.

Dodging the flow of people, Bai Bingchen went straight to the front of the tower, and glanced at the plaque at the door with a strange expression. The word "Passed" on it, the ups and downs of the handwriting were very similar to his handwriting, even though he had been here many times, Whenever I see this fake handwriting, I still feel deeply uncomfortable. It is like a pair of eyes from the ground, watching him as a human being.

Seeing the jade mayfly in his hand, the guard at the door, dressed in black and white impermanence, bent over and greeted him in a soft voice: "Your guest is here, and you will be reborn in bliss."

There are [-] floors in the Rebirth Tower, corresponding to the [-] floors of hell.The inner corridor is curved, climbing a tree of wealth in the middle that connects all the floors, circling upwards, so that people can't see the end at a glance.

The oncoming "Bull Head" asked in a low voice: "Which ghost merchant do you want to find?"

"I'm looking for the hanged ghost." Bai Bingchen couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only hear from the slight pause of "Niutou" that something happened to the hanged ghost.

"The hanged ghost has passed away to bliss, and the business of the distinguished guest has been handed over to another ghost merchant. I will take you there."

Hearing the definite news, Bai Bingchen, who had been dubious about Fan Hongxin's words, now believed that the dead hanged ghost was Chen Man.

Bai Bingchen paid special attention to the fact that "Niu Tou" took him to the thirteenth floor, which was three floors higher than the tenth floor where the Hanged Ghost was.

"Niutou" pushed open the door and signaled Bai Bingchen to go in.

The smell of food hits the face, adding a bit of human flavor to this eerie place.

In the pile of food piled up like a hill, a skinny little man was buried in it to eat.Seeing someone coming in, the starving ghost reluctantly put down the pork knuckle in his hand, wiped the oil on his body casually, stepped forward with a smile, walked around Bai Bingchen and smelled it several times, and then said: "The smell of the honored guest is very strange. , is the hanged ghost's client?"

Seeing that he didn't consider himself a newcomer, it seems that the evil spirits above the thirteenth floor don't welcome newcomers.

"A few days ago, I heard that something happened to the hanged ghost, and today I came here specially to cancel the account. This is the rule set by your ghost market yourself." Bai Bingchen looked around, and there was really no place to settle. , smiled contemptuously: "It seems that the way of hospitality on the thirteenth floor is not as good as the lower floors?"

The ghosts in this mundane world are somewhat tainted with human sophistication, and they are the most bullying and fearful.Ever since Bai Bingchen came in, the starving ghost has been secretly watching him, seeing that he walks and behaves well and looks like a bully, so he doesn't pay much attention to entertaining him, who knows that this is also a difficult person to get along with.

It just so happened that there was a customer with a bad temper next door, and the starving ghost dealt with him. He hid here to be quiet for a while, but unexpectedly another ancestor came.

Seeing that it was not easy to be fooled, he quickly ordered someone to remove the table and everything, smoked the incense again, and said with a smile: "The register is in the hands of the young master, please wait for a while, I will fetch it and write off the account face to face. "

"Wait." Bai Bingchen stopped him, "The lonely pillow I bought from Hanged Ghost last time didn't smell right. I wonder if you can contact the owner and replace it with a box."

"Fake? It shouldn't be." The starving ghost said to himself, opened the box, picked out a little incense with his two-inch long tail fingernail, and sniffed it lightly, "It's really different."

"You also know spices?" Bai Bingchen sat by the table, seemingly casually admiring the luminous pearls on the table, but his back was tense.

The seller of the lonely pillow is always in a hurry, so Bai Bingchen has no choice but to take the risk and ask Ji Pu to mix a spice that can last for a long time into the lonely pillow. Bring the lonely pillow to the seller, and the seller will be contaminated with this kind of smell that is difficult to get rid of. If you track it with the kingfisher that is good at finding fragrance in Sad Valley, you may find some sporadic clues.

It's just that this starving ghost looks like he knows a little about spices. If he finds out, the incense will not reach the hands of the seller, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to get out of the ghost market.

"I only know how to eat, how can I know such delicate things. It's just that the hanged ghost left, and the customer who sold the incense sent a batch of lonely pillows. I just smelled it, and the taste is really different from your box." The starved ghost said carelessly. Putting away the incense box, he bowed to him, "Hold on a moment, honored guest, I'll go to the young master to get the roster."

The starving ghost left with the incense box, but just turned the screen and opened another door.

That was another room connected to Bai Bingchen.

The fist-sized Ye Mingzhu on the table shines on another masked person, who is playing dice on the table boredly, when he hears the starving ghost come in, he tilts his head slightly.

The short starving ghost can barely see the clear jawline of the sitting person, and just by relying on the person's revealing eyes, he can see that the ghost's face must be a good skin.The starving ghost subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking that if such a person was disassembled and cooked carefully, the taste would definitely be different.

"It's been so long, and you still haven't thought about my conditions?" Mei Shao knocked on the table and chuckled, "We can buy and sell, and the host and guest enjoy themselves, isn't it great?"

"A profit of [-]%." The starving ghost threw the incense box in front of him and said proudly, "A buyer said that there is something wrong with your incense. According to the usual practice, things with problems can no longer be sold in the ghost market."

Mei Shao didn't buy it, and didn't even look at the incense, her attitude was very tough: "When I sold it to the ghost market, both parties checked it out. Maybe you didn't store it properly, or maybe the buyer did something wrong. …”

"Even if you are a ghost, don't be too greedy. A [-]% profit from a lonely pillow is far enough to pay for what I entrust." Mei Shao picked up the incense box and smelled it, and added, "My biggest concession is to help you replace it." This box of incense, you know in your heart who is responsible for this matter, and if you have this time to fight with me, why don't you go and detain the buyer on your side, so that you can have an explanation to your son."

Seeing that Mei Shao deduced that the buyer of the lonely pillow was next door, the starving ghost stomped his feet helplessly, sat opposite him, and said discouragedly: "Okay, according to what you said. Which company do you want to ask for a ghost marriage?" As long as the girl is from the Li country, we can find her tomb and help you bury the two of you who were married in the dark together."

"I want to live." Mei Shao leaned close to the starving ghost, and slowly uttered these words.

"Dead tombs are easy to find, but living people are hard to come by. The price of a ghost marriage for a living person is not that high." The starved ghost said sadly, "If you are sincere, I will give you another profit."

Mei Shao half-bent down, carefully looked into the cloudy eyes of the starved ghost, and threatened: "The two big deals in the hands of the hanged ghost are one is the lonely pillow in my hand, and the other is the ghost marriage of the Chen family. I won't hide it from you." Said, I have some eyes in the court. This time the Chen family is broken, and the people behind him cannot escape the responsibility. Without the support of the big shots, the business of ghost marriage will be considered a waste. I am taking care of you for the last time It’s a ghost marriage business, not to mention, are you willing to have both ghost marriage and lonely pillow dead?”

The starving ghost did not let go, he climbed onto the stool with both hands and feet, his legs dangling in the air, and looked back fearlessly: "There is no reason for the business of the Tower of Rebirth to open its doors. The Chen family is just one of the last The dog at the bottom. I dare to guarantee that as long as Li Guo's court is still there, this business will not be successful. Your lonely pillow will never be the best."

Hearing his complacent words, the client behind the case of the Chen family must not be an ordinary court official. He secretly heard this meaning, and Mei Shao didn't ask any more questions. Following his words, he pretended to be regretful and replied: "In that case , two points of interest. After my death, the living will enter the grave."

The starved ghost looked at him in surprise, and said with a smile: "Over the years, the hanged ghost has passed through at least a hundred ghost marriages, but this is the first time I have seen someone arrange a ghost marriage behind him. You are really a weirdo asking for a ghost marriage from a living person."

He seemed to be interested, and approached him and said: "Listening to your words, you are also a powerful person. Looking at your body, there is no disease or disaster. Most of the people who come here to ask for ghost marriage are separated by life and death and cannot get their wish. You Both of these two are still in the human world, even if they are forced to marry, no matter how strong the woman is, she will still be able to seek tenderness overnight. How can we do such a thing that is buried deep and cold."

"There are always some hatreds that are more painful than life and death, and they don't want to meet them alive. They don't dare to face each other in the world, so they want to sleep together after death. Besides, the person I want to be buried with is high-ranking and powerful, and he is quite scheming I don’t know if the young master can please him for me.”

"Oh? Who?"

"Bai Bingchen, Prime Minister on the Right."

Mei Shao's eyes turned, and the eyes reflected by the night pearl were mixed with emotions, half true and false, he raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "As long as my body dies and my soul disappears one day, even if the earth is north and the sky is south, and the blue sky is falling, I will also ask for the Pagoda of Rebirth." Kill this lord for me and send it to my tomb to satisfy my lifelong wish."

If you can't live and die, I will drag you to hell together and rot together in the coffin.