A thousand-year-old corpse fell in love with me

Passing through the night market, there is an empty street ahead, and the shops on both sides are closed.

"Could it be that we came too early, and the ghost market hasn't started yet?" Yu Chun asked suspiciously.

During the Qing Dynasty, some servants and eunuchs stole things from their masters and sold them in ghost markets.

Because he was afraid that people would recognize him, he dared not come out to set up a stall until midnight.

However, the current ghost market is similar to the night market, and it has long lost the mystery of many years ago.

Ping Yi glanced at Yu Chun, and then spit out four words, "The body is mortal."

"Nonsense!" Yu Chun said angrily.

"The courage is getting bigger and bigger." Ping Yi's calm tone revealed a hint of danger.

Yu Chun's heart was full of alarm bells, and he immediately said with a smile: "I'm just kidding." Then he began to change the subject, "Is there something here that I can't see?"

Ping Yi stretched out his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and tapped Yu Chun's forehead.

Yu Chun didn't have time to cry out, when he saw the street that was empty a moment ago suddenly become lively.

There are stalls on both sides, and ghosts floating around pass by from time to time.

Ping Yi grabbed Yu Chun's hand and went straight into the ghost market.

Zhang Ling followed closely behind, he had to be optimistic about Yu Chun, if he got lost here, it was no joke!

As the three of them entered the ghost city, the four-lane street became silent again, and there was no one there.

Yu Chun walked beside Ping Yi dumbfounded, it turned out that this was the ghost market they were talking about.

Although there are many stalls on both sides, they are all selling bone products, and there are also stalls selling longevity. What are these things?

"Then, is that a beating heart?" Yu Chun looked at something on one of the booths.

Ping Yi turned his head to look, then smiled disdainfully, "Which dead person's heart has you seen can beat?"

Hearing this, Yu Chun looked at Ping Yi, and there was one in front of him.

Noticing that Ping Yi's breath was getting colder, Yu Chun immediately looked back and said, "So there are also fakes here."

Zhang Ling walked on the other side of Yuchun, "Just stroll around, if you see something, tell me, don't talk to those ghosts casually."

Yu Chun nodded, he was very curious, "Are these ghosts from the underworld?"

"Part of it." Ping Yi pointed at the arrogant ghosts, "Ghosts who can come here from the underworld can get along well with ghost messengers, and they have a passport, and their attitude will be very flamboyant."

Yu Chun nodded, "Related households, normal, normal."

Ping Yi pointed to those ghosts who walked slowly and always lowered their heads, "These ghosts are a kind of wandering spirits, and they have no lethality. They are probably here to buy some Yin Qi and want to go home as soon as possible."

"What about the one that circles in place?" Yu Chun looked at the ghost at the door of a shop. He moved quickly, but could only circle in place, as if trapped.

This time Zhang Ling answered, "That's a vile ghost. Because of the deep resentment, it is often inseparable from that three-acre land. Don't get close to it easily."

For Li Gui, Yu Chun was very frightened, and subconsciously moved to Ping Yi's side.

"Then are there any living people here?" Yu Chun wondered, apart from him and Zhang Ling, other than the big rice dumpling, are there any other living people.

Zhang Ling nodded, "Of course there are, but most of them are people who practice magic arts, and there are also people who wandered here by mistake, such as those with light horoscopes and heavy yin energy."

"That's really unlucky." Yu Chun thought, if he didn't have Da Zongzi and Zhang Ling by his side, he would be scared to death if he came here by himself.

As soon as I thought of this, I heard a miserable scream from behind, "Ghost!"

How strange, come to a veritable ghost market, it's strange if you can't see ghosts.

"Shut up!" A person next to him covered the mouth of the yelling person, then took out a handful of paper money from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and threw it out.

The nearby ghosts swarmed up and all went to grab the money.

"What's going on here?" Yu Chun was curious about this.

Zhang Ling smiled slightly and said: "The man's cry just now disturbed the nearby ghosts, so his friend burned some paper money as an apology, lest some narrow-minded ghosts hold grudges.

Of course, if there are ghosts that don't stop after taking the money, even if they are exterminated, they can't blame others. "

Fortunately, the nearby ghosts all left after receiving the money, and there were no ghosts looking for trouble on purpose.

"You're an idiot, everyone told you to stay calm!" As soon as the ghosts were sent away, the person who burned the paper punched the little fat man next to him.

After the two approached, Yu Chun finally saw the face of the assailant. The young man was full of vigor, about 24 or [-] years old, with a pair of round eyes with sunken eye sockets, giving him the feeling of a mixed race.

The little fat man next to him was the weird guy who just yelled that there was a ghost. He was about 20 years old, with a short, fat body and a pair of eyes that were not as big as soybeans. When he squinted, he looked like a Garfield cat who should lose weight.

"Fellow Daoist," Zhang Ling clasped his fists.

The boy tilted his head and looked at Zhang Ling, "The Zhang family?"

"You know me?" Zhang Ling was a little surprised.

The young man grinned, "I've seen photos, your Zhang family is blessed, each generation can achieve new heights of handsomeness."

The corner of Zhang Ling's mouth twitched, "Thank you fellow daoist for your praise, I wonder which family you are a young talent from?"

"I'm a casual cultivator. My master's surname is Bai, and he passed away many years ago. I took my master's surname, and my name is Bai Qi." The young man laughed.

"Bai Qi, this name is not good, it is too evil." Zhang Ling looked at the boy's eyebrows, he rarely saw the evil spirit from a monk.

Bai Qi didn't think there was anything wrong, "I was born in a mass grave, and my mother was an abandoned mistress. She died only halfway through giving birth to me. If the master hadn't helped me, my current appearance would definitely be very beautiful. nice."

Yu Chun bared his teeth, this person is definitely a celestial master, not some crooked way?

"You treat the people around you well. He is a blessed person who can help you control some bad emotions in your body." Zhang Ling glanced at the little fat man with lowered eyebrows and raised eyes.

Bai Qi curled his lips, "It's just him? That's right, he's been pissing me off, making me practice with him every day."

With such distaste on his lips, Bai Qi never abandoned the little fat man, because they were all orphans.

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Bai Qi and the little fat man left.

"Mr. Ping may see the identity of Bai Qi?" Zhang Ling suddenly looked at Ping Yi.

"A person lives up to his name, so it's not hard to see." Ping Yi said, his evil spirit made him greedy.

Sure enough, Zhang Ling glanced worriedly in the direction Bai Qi left.

"Don't look at it, it's hard for him to be successful in this life." Ping Yi is not worried, but the underworld is becoming more and more unreliable in doing things, and if he can't get it right, he will send this problem to the world. Why is it getting worse?

"Hey, what's that in front?" Yu Chun quickly walked a few steps and came to an interesting booth.

Here neither bones nor hearts are sold, but strength.

I saw a thin ghost pushing the millstone, round and round, as if tireless.

"This is a new trick that has only come out in the past two years. It says that money can turn ghosts." Zhang Ling said that he came to places like ghost markets quite frequently.

Yu Chun blinked, "Did you hire him to grind the mill? Who would be so boring?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Bai Qi standing on the other side burning a handful of paper money.

Well, there are still boring people.

After receiving the money, the mill ghost insisted on using his thin body to push out the hot wheels.

There was a lot of applause from the side, and ghosts were no exception, they all liked to watch the excitement.

"Would you like to try it?" Seeing Yu Chun's novelty, Zhang Ling took out some yellow paper from his bag.

Yu Chun thought to himself, does anyone carry this thing with him?

However, he still took the yellow papers, took out the lighter in his trouser pocket, and lit the yellow papers.

As a result, when the grinder touched the paper money, he was scalded. After seeing Yu Chun himself, he went straight into the ground.

"What's wrong with him?" Yu Chun wondered, why didn't he work after receiving the money, it was so unprofessional.

Ping Yi threw away the remaining yellow paper in his hand, and said, "He's gone home."

"Oh." Yu Chun nodded half understanding.

Zhang Ling looked at the paper money on the ground that no one dared to pick up, and then glanced at Yu Chun, feeling even more suspicious.

The three of them continued to wander around in the ghost city. Naturally, it was not easy for people in the yang world to touch these underworld things.

So they just went through the motions and didn't actually buy anything.

As soon as he was about to leave the ghost city, Yu Chun's sight was suddenly attracted by something.

He pulled La Pingyi's sleeve and pointed to something on one of the stalls, "Is that a clay baby?"

Ping Yi paused, but Zhang Ling didn't know what a clay baby was, but after seeing the expressions of these two people, he knew it was definitely not a good thing.

When the three of them came to this stall, the clay doll seller was an old ghost with a skinny face, and his voice sounded like rusty gears rubbing against each other. "If you want anything, you can buy a clay doll. Wish fulfilled."

Ping Yi casually picked up the clay baby from the booth, "Just such a clay baby, can I fulfill my wish?"

The old ghost raised his head and glanced at Ping Yi, with a gloomy look in his eyes, "How will you know if you don't try."

Ping Yi smiled, motioned Zhang Ling to pay, and then bought a clay doll.

The old ghost put the clay doll into a wooden box, and then handed it to Ping Yi with both hands, "Just scrub it with well water, and then say your wish."

The well water is overcast, can it activate the clay baby? Interesting!

Carrying the wooden box, the three of them left the ghost market.

During the period, Zhang Ling asked about the mud baby, but Yu Chun didn't know much, so he didn't talk nonsense.

On the other hand, Ping Yi took the initiative to mention to Zhang Ling the encounter with the little ghost in the hospital that day. The clay baby bewitched the little ghost to harm others and helped the little ghost stabilize its soul.

Zhang Ling's expression became serious, "I guess, the clay baby should be just a medium, and the person who made the clay baby must have some secrets."

Ping Yi also thought so, so he bought this clay baby and went back to test it to find out!

Yu Chun asked uncertainly: "You don't want to experiment now, do you?"

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Ling was puzzled. Of course, the sooner the better for this kind of thing, lest things change later.

Yu Chun rolled his eyes, "It suddenly occurred to me that the charger in the hotel room was not unplugged..."