It gets dark very quickly after sunset, and lights appear on the dilapidated and crooked ship. From one or two fluorescent lights at first, it becomes like a night market in just a few moments. After dark, the dilapidated ship seems to have become a lively place, with evil spirits, monsters and even monks emerging from nowhere.

Ordinary people gathered towards the broken ship.

Yu frowned.

"Lying during the day and emerging at night, are we encountering a black market?"

The only thing that remains unchanged is those at the bottom of the world who are numb and waiting for death, whether they are humans or ghosts or demons, waiting in a daze and numbness. Maybe they themselves don’t know what they are waiting for.

Feng Ying looked at the wasteland outside and then inside the ship.

"Let's go in and take a look. We robbed a lot of property and sold the useless rags for some usable ones."

"Wait for me. The weapon is too long and is inconvenient to carry."

Yu quickly dismantled the spear, split it into three pieces and put them in the bag. The narrow environment in the big ship was not suitable for long weapons, so only two daggers were left for ready use.

After packing up, the two stepped into the hole in the giant ship and thought about finding someone to ask about the ghost market.

There is another cave inside the ship, and I haven’t even taken a few steps inside.

Something flew out of a cabin that smelled heavily of alcohol, and the lantern at the door shook. The gray plush figure was thrown out and rolled twice on the ground. It fell into a pile of homeless people waiting to die opposite the door, and was squatting in the corner.

The ghost that sucked in the incense was startling.

"How dare you cheat to drink when you don't have money! I'll teach you a lesson by breaking two ribs!"

The hairy-chested man who came out of the door cursed and spat at the motionless figure lying on the ground.

He glanced at the two new women, shook his head and turned back to the house.

Feng Ying instinctively clenched the knife. The cabin with the wine flag should be a tavern. The thing that was thrown out did not look like a human being. It was less than five feet tall, with gray hair and a few white patches all over its body. It was dressed in dirty clothes.

Shorts, and a thin tail.

The monster lying on the ground groaned twice, struggled drunkenly and staggered back, and it was only when it turned around that it could be seen clearly.

It's actually a mouse head...

Feng Ying and Yu are a little confused. What is going on?

The drunken rat forced himself to sit up with his arms, pushed away the homeless man next to him, covered his chest with his hands and spat into the tavern.

"Bah~! It's a fox pretending to be a tiger, what are you pretending to be? If I don't have the same experience as you, hiccup~ I'll treat it as if I was beaten by my grandson."

Suddenly, he opened his mouth with an ugly expression.

"vomit……"

The ugly and smelly rat spirit vomited, the smelly wine was mixed with the smell of some kind of food, and he didn't even care if the dirt got on his thin tail. He grunted and wiped his mouth with his paws. He used the self-spiritual victory method skillfully. It seemed that he was not the first.

times.

After squirming hard and squeezing into the crowd of refugees, the rat spirit and the numb human beings slept next to each other.

"..."

Feng Ying thought about it for a long time, not knowing how to describe it.

"This place is really... unique."

Yu heard the words and felt deeply sad. Today was an eye-opener.

"In troubled times, people are displaced. If we are both at the bottom, why should we be divided into different races? We suffer the same fate."

Avoiding the filth caused by rat vomit, the two of them continued walking forward. When they passed by the tavern, they glanced inside and saw that it was very noisy.

Those who pound the table and yell and curse, those who sit alone in the corner pretending to be superior, and those who hold wine jars and howl like ghosts.

Real ghosts cry and wolves howl, some kind of yin wine brewed from wicker and other materials. The evil ghost may be crying when he thinks of sad things in his life. The monster with the head of a wolf gets up and raises his head and screams when he drinks. The human monk next to him points at the ghost.

The curses, disgust, and crying were unpleasant, and it was a mess.

At the door, you can feel the hot air coming from inside, the sour smell of various creatures mixed with the smell of alcohol, and the pungent smoke from burning inferior candles.

Not far from the tavern, there should be a gambling hall, with humans, demons, and ghosts shouting crazily at the gambling table.

Unexpectedly, there are actually three destitute gods who have lost their priesthood. They will be angry even if they lose money.

The stage next door was eerie, with big red faces and white eyes, and a ghostly ghost. The stage was cut out of paper, and the gongs and drums were played by serious people. The audience was attentive, and most of them were ordinary people eating and waiting to die.

It’s a place where gold and silver are not used. If you want to watch a show, just burn some paper money. And the singing skills are better than those of living people. It’s very authentic.

The two of them were filled with emotion when they saw it.

All the forces in the fairy world and the human world have beaten their brains into pieces, but the scrappers at the bottom have thought it over and realized that they simply lie down and stop playing. It is better to die in a cannon fodder pit than to live in a leisurely way and wait to die.

The strange and bizarre scenes inside the boat can easily make people get lost in the lake. It seems chaotic, but in fact there are other rules.

There was a mixture of creatures in the big ship, but there was no demon.

Maybe the monsters and ghosts also know that demons have abnormal brains.

Keep going.

We walked through the dim passage and arrived at a place that might be a warehouse. It was very tall and spacious. The bottom of the boat was the bottom of the boat. The top of the head was the deck. Because the hull was skewed, it was awkward to stand on it. Looking around, you could see that the inside of the boat was divided into eight layers.

It's very much like the Colosseum.

Countless lanterns were hung from the messy ropes overhead, illuminating the cabin as brightly as daylight. The top deck was blackened with black smoke from candlelight.

There are many human monsters and ghosts in the square, bustling and cheering around the iron cage in the middle.

What they saw and heard continuously refreshed their understanding. The two girls felt like local dogs entering the city, everything they saw was new.

The Colosseum erupted in cheers, and Yu smiled slightly as he looked at the familiar scene.

"There must be a fighting arena inside. I have boxed in the underground crack black market before. It was very fun."

Hearing this, Feng Ying looked at Yu with questioning eyes.

Yu touched her nose awkwardly.

"Well, you know I lost my memory and just remembered some fragments."

"It doesn't matter, I can recover my memory one day."

Feng Ying has no good solution to Yu's amnesia, except to leave everything to time.

The two of them were going to find a restaurant to fill their stomachs, and walked around the square from the outside of the crowd. When they were looking for a restaurant, they were shocked again. Even though there were monsters and ghosts in the black market, they could actually see a monk...

The old monk with a white beard has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. His monk's clothes are mended with many patches. He wears cloth shoes with exposed toes. He is very thin and his hands are rough and covered with thick calluses.

In front of the old monk are the young monks, a little boy with a ponytail and a knife, and behind him is a strong man with a long face.

There was a fat white insect lying on the little monk's shoulder.

The strange combination is incompatible with the surrounding environment. It is probably as normal as Feng Ying and Feng Ying.

The long-faced strong man looked over with some emotion. Feng Ying saw his body trembling slightly, and then called the old monk and the two children to look this way.

The little monk's eyes lit up and he ran away.

"Sister Bai~!"

The little stone ran up to Yu, stopped and looked confused, scratched his bald head and looked back at the old monk.

The mysterious gang surrounded Feng Ying and Yu. The boy with the knife had a blank look in his eyes. The young monk raised his body half up to look at the bug on his shoulder. The long-faced man frowned and pinched his chin the whole time. Only the old monk remained calm and kind.

"It's really similar. It just looks similar. It shouldn't have anything to do with that person."

The long-faced strong man said seriously.

The little monk nodded his head in agreement.

"The world is full of wonders, and there are too many people with similar looks."

Feng Ying silently clenched the handle of the knife. The old monk and the others were too mysterious. The young monk and the boy had strong auras, but their long faces were stronger than all the gods and demons he had seen before. They seemed to contain huge waves, like the earth's fire magma that could erupt at any time.

, only the old monk looked ordinary and not dangerous.

The kind-hearted old monk put his hands together.
Chapter completed!