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"Hahaha, so funny, so funny!"

Seeing the boy being scared by the car full of ghosts, he ran away in panic. On the ghost car, the girl in red suddenly burst into laughter. After a while, she turned to look at Jiang Chen with a smile: "I can't tell, you will actually remind him to get off the car. So, you are still a good person."

"ha!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckled: "Good person? I really didn't expect that I would have a day when I was called a 'good person'. I really miss this feeling!"

The girl in red seemed to be interested and immediately asked, "What? Are you no longer a good person?"

"I am no longer a mortal like you, so naturally I cannot determine whether it is good or bad." Jiang Chen said calmly: "I believe that with your ability as your knowledge, you should be able to understand what I said."

"Um?!"

Hearing this, the innocent smile on the face of the girl in red suddenly disappeared. She looked at Jiang Chen, and her face rarely showed a bit of caution and solemnity: "Who are you?"

"My name is 'Jiang Chen'. We may not have seen it in the past years, but I believe that there should be quite a few calls between us."

"It's you!"

The girl in red opened her eyes wide: "Do you know how many underworld prohibitions have you broken over the years? Are you not afraid that the underworld will attack you in a big way?"

"It seems that you have really recognized me."

Faced with the questioning of the girl in red, Jiang Chen smiled slightly: "At this moment, this situation, talking about this matter is too bad. Why don't we talk about other things? For example, what should I call you?"

"Chat."

The girl in red said, "Just call me Chacha."

The ghost car roared forward, just as Jiang Chen talked and laughed with the girl in red. In the convenience store No. 444, Wang Xiaoya was also having fun. He heard Wang Xiaoya ask for pity: "Zhao Li, today is the Ghost Festival. Can you let Holly send me back?"

Zhao Li walked out of the warehouse, holding a suitcase in his hand, gave her a blank look, and replied, "What does Ghost Festival have to do with you? Are you a ghost? Stop making trouble, who will look at the store when Holly leaves?"

"Isn't you still there?" Wang Xiaoya handed him an apple like a coquettish.

Zhao Li smiled and took the apple, wiped it on the clothes, and ate it: "I'm busy. Xiao 8 is on sale tonight. Jobs's grandson is too bad. Every time a new product is on sale, he does hunger marketing. Each store is limited to purchase one hundred units. I have been waiting for a long time. The ghosts who received the news tonight have been queued up. I can't get it if I go late." While speaking, he shook the suitcase in his hand hard: "For Xiao 8, how long have I saved the money? Have you seen that? Such a big box can only be replaced with one."

Speaking of this, he felt heartbroken because, just before, he gave Jiang Chen a smile and gave the same large sum of money. You should know that the so-called money is not ordinary paper money, but is personally published and issued by the underworld. Only after the paper money with sincere feelings is burned can a certain proportion of money be exchanged for.

The underworld currency is a common currency in the underworld. Its preciousness lies not in its purchasing power in the underworld, but in that it is condensed from pure Yin Qi and can assist the cultivation of Yin Gods and ghosts.

Although Zhao Li is a secret and of a relatively high level, his monthly salary is also a certain amount. In addition, his daily practice consumption is not easy to save some money. He naturally feels very heartbroken when he gives out a lot of money for nothing.

Fortunately, considering the huge strength gap between himself and Jiang Chen, he could only forcibly erase this kind of heartache.

Men don’t cry easily!

After shook his hair, Zhao Li immediately twisted his waist, hummed a song, and walked towards the door. However, before he could show off to the door, the phone came. He subconsciously took out the phone to answer the call, and his whole face suddenly became gloomy.

"Bang!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Li couldn't suppress his depression anymore. He kicked the table hard, slapped the box on the table, and said angrily: "Why is it today?"

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoya was startled and couldn't help but ask weakly: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Li inserted his waist, took a few breaths, and tried hard to force himself to calm down. Instead of responding to Wang Xiaoya's words, he quickly walked towards the cashier and looked at Xia Dongqing and said, "Boy, do you have a driver's license?"

Xia Dongqing didn't understand why, but nodded anyway.

"call"

After breathing a long sigh, Zhao Li asked again: "Can you drive?"

"Yes, but I haven't opened it."

"I'll give you a task and put Apple 8 here obediently. If I finish the matter and can't see my little 8 when I come back, I will not only kill you, but I will also deduct all your salary. I won't have a penny this month."

There was no way out when the mountains and rivers were full of mountains and rivers, and there was another village with dark willows and flowers. Zhao Li quickly took out the car keys and placed them on the cashier. In his words, he urged and warned him. For Xiao 8, he used all the means.

"oh."

Xia Dongqing responded helplessly. If he hadn't been able to defeat Zhao Li, he would have said no to say anything at this moment. Unfortunately, the reality is cruel. His practice is short and his cultivation is insufficient. He is no match for Zhao Li at all. Faced with Zhao Li's exploitation and oppression, he could only get up and leave with the car key.

The bus was getting more and more crowded, and ghosts were constantly getting on the bus, but no ghosts got off. The aisle in the back row was almost full of ghosts, but Jiang Chen and Cha Cha always maintained enough space near them, and no ghost dared to get close to where the two were. This was a kind of oppression originating from innately.

The ghost car passing by quickly moved forward, and soon entered a pitch-black tunnel. When it came out again, it was already brightly lit outside, as if it was during the day, with people coming and going, it should be said that it was coming and going, and it was very lively.

Parking, opening the door, and many ghosts on the ghost car lined up to get off the car very consciously, without any scene of jumping in line.

This is not because all ghosts have high awareness, but because the laws of the underworld are strict and far from being comparable to those of the human world. Therefore, almost all ghosts dare not easily violate the laws of the underworld, especially in such public places, so as not to cause unbearable severe punishment.

“Here, here!”

Cha Cha looked very happy and excited. She grabbed Jiang Chen and kept shouting loudly: "Look, this is the ghost market!"

Following her eyes, a huge portal was visible in her sight. Before the portal, all the ghosts who came here were lined up in order to prepare to enter the ghost market.

"Is this the ghost market?"

Speaking of which, although Jiang Chen has been in this world for thousands of years, most of the time, he has been in seclusion and healing his wounds, or traveling around the world, mountains, rivers and land. He has never participated in the ghost market.

It was my first time participating in the ghost market. Chacha's performance was much normal. She seemed very excited and jumped around, as if a little girl who came to the amusement park was pulling Jiang Chen and chattering:

"This ghost market, once a year, the underworld has regulations. No matter what grudges these ghosts have during their lifetime, they will be written off after their death. However, many ghosts' hatred during their lifetime are too great and cannot be solved in just one sentence. Therefore, many ghosts are worried about being recognized by their enemies, so they wear a mask on their faces. Although this is not a clear rule in the underworld, over time, it will become what you are right in the world, and the unspoken rule!"

While talking, Cha Cha came to a counter, received a butterfly mask, put it on her face, covering all the upper half of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes, flashing an unforgettable light of inspiration: "How is it, it looks good?"

"not bad."

Jiang Chen laughed silently. By the way, if he hadn't known Cha Cha's true identity in advance, if anyone else would have thought she would have regarded her as an innocent little girl.

"Pick up a mask quickly, let's go in quickly. I heard that it's so fun inside!"

It seemed that it was a little too late, and Chacha urged him repeatedly.

Jiang Chen smiled, and took a mirror Shura mask from the counter, which also covered the upper half of his face. The exposed eyes clearly showed a bit of a bit of cold light.

"Let's go."
Chapter completed!