Maybe Zonglie had relatively few friends in Sijiucheng and had a close relationship with Yi Chuanzong. Yi Chuanzong's identity was also relatively pure. The two of them chatted in the ward for a long time.
Finally, the little nurse came over and drove Yi Chuanzong away on the grounds that he was injured and needed some rest.
It's already past eight o'clock now, and it's already dark. There are only a few dim street lights next to the hospital.
The moon is a little dim today, and the streets in the distance are completely black.
"It will take more than 40 minutes to walk back. It would be great if I had a bicycle!"
Yi Chuanzong looked at the streets in the distance, missing his previous life very much. At least he could call a taxi with his mobile phone.
If he could have a bicycle now, he could go home in more than ten minutes instead of walking slowly along the 11th road.
"It's better to leave quickly. Fortunately, I ate something in advance to cushion myself. Auntie must have left some food for me, right?"
Yi Chuanzong strode forward with a smile on his face. It would be almost nine o'clock when he got back, and his uncle and aunt had already gone to bed by this time.
There is probably a dinner on the table in his room now, which makes his heart very warm.
After walking for nearly forty minutes, Yi Chuanzong came all the way to Di'anmen, also called the back gate, which was the north gate of the imperial city during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and corresponded to the Imperial City Square in the south.
This is a landmark building on the central axis of Sijiu City. To the north is the Drum Tower, and to the east is Luogu Lane where Yi Chuanzong is located. It is not far from his home.
As he walked, Yi Chuanzong's heart began to lift. He stretched out his hands to tighten his clothes, and his steps became much lighter.
Now there are only more than 10,000 street lights in the entire Sijiu City, and most areas have no street lights.
He has just passed through Di'anmen. He has passed two street lights before. It should be dark in front of him, but in fact it is full of lights.
Groups of weak lights were on both sides of the street, one far away and one close, with a dark space in between. Because the distance was a bit far away, it looked like countless flying fireballs floating on the street.
As Yi Chuanzong approached step by step, there was almost no change in the lights. The light was very weak and could only illuminate a very small area, but it could still be seen from a distance.
Walking straight towards the countless fire balls, Yi Chuanzong already had a guess in his mind, 'This is the ghost market?'
He has been in Sijiucheng for so long, but because his aunt is very strict and there is nothing interesting to do outside at night, he has never been out. He didn't even know there was such a ghost market near Siheyuan!
There were faint mutterings, and before he knew it, Yi Chuanzong had come closer. A figure in the darkness in front of him gradually became clearer, and a black shadow could be seen shaking in the distance.
Directly in front of him was a thin man who was over mid-year-old. He was sitting directly on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees. There was a black cloth spread in front of him, and there was a kerosene lamp in the center of the black cloth.
Lamps and flower seedlings swayed in front of him, and the dim light illuminated his face from below.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Yi Chuanzong still felt a little nervous. The light was very dark, and the thin man was wearing black clothes. The clothes blended with the surrounding night, like a dim picture floating in the air.
grimace.
With such an appearance, there was no need for any disguise at all. A road that he obviously walked frequently had become very strange at night, and he didn't recognize anyone at first glance.
Yi Chuanzong was a little excited and a little panicked. He walked to the man's stall and looked down at him.
On top of the black cloth are some strange-shaped stones, two of which are somewhat shiny and shining with a light yellow light.
The other two are wine bottles with weird patterns printed on them. The three-legged wine bottles look a bit small, so if you want to hold wine, you can only hold one or two.
Yi Chuanzong didn't know much about this kind of antique, so he stood up and walked inside.
He didn't know much about the rules here, but he was full of novelty. This environment really had the excitement of a treasure hunt adventure.
The distance between each stall is not very close, and the two adjacent stalls cannot clearly see what goods are placed on the other side. From a distance, they look like a few wooden bars. Yi Chuanzong can only stand next to each other.
look.
In fact, most of the stalls are not rare items, so the first one has some antiques. The other stalls have food stamps, oil stamps, fish stamps, meat stamps, and even some needles, kitchen knives, eggs, flour, etc.
Most of them focus on life.
After walking two more steps and arriving at the center of the ghost market, Yi Chuanzong's pupils suddenly tightened. Before, he only saw a figure holding his chest, but after getting closer, he found that he was also holding a figure on his chest.
A wooden stick. Only when he got closer did he see what it was.
There are people selling guns on this black market!
This shouldn't be possible, right?
Yi Chuanzong took two steps forward and felt relieved. The ability of night vision improved his eyesight.
It was a long black piece of wood, just made into the shape of a gun, especially the trigger position which was completely empty!
‘It looks pretty similar?’ Yi Chuanzong thought to himself as he came to the stall and glanced at the round-faced middle-aged man in front of the stall. At this time, he was looking at the stall with one eye open and one eye closed.
Only then did Yi Chuanzong see that there was a rectangular black box on top of the black cloth.
He didn't care. They were all selling things. He didn't know the rules here. Who knew what was inside?
Maybe something more cherished?
After discovering that it was a fake gun, Yi Chuanzong was no longer so afraid.
He reached out and touched the fake gun made by the man. It didn't feel cold in his hand, and the wood was a bit rough.
But suddenly he was stunned. The person in front of the stall directly held his hand. The force was not very strong, but the hands were tightly covered, and he felt that the other person was writing on the palm of his hand.
Yi Chuanzong raised his head with confused eyes. This was the first stall owner to react after seeing him coming. Others ignored you at all, so he responded with a symbolic nod.
The stall owner also nodded, still held his hand, picked up the black box on the ground and brought it up.
Putting his hand into the black box, Yi Chuanzong's pupils suddenly tightened, and his hand was slightly cold. The shape was similar to the one he touched last time. This time it was real! This guy really had a gun!
"Have courage!"
The stall owner paused, pulled his hand out, and shouted, "Don't make trouble!" After saying that, he hurriedly blew out the lamp, wrapped the black box in black cloth, and left.
Yi Chuanzong stood there silently. How could he still not understand now that the person really wanted to sell it to him just now? The gestures in his hands were probably to negotiate the price. He seemed to have agreed?
The hand behind the black box was for inspection, and his mid-level fitter's hand really inspected it!
"You've already gone shopping, why don't you buy some tickets and go back?"
After saying that, Yi Chuanzong quickly started shopping around the stalls. Now that he had a goal in mind, shopping became much faster.
Soon he stopped in front of a young man. There were a lot of bills on this stall. "How much are the wine bills?"
Hearing his loud voice, the young man frowned and said impatiently: "Two cents!"
"Where are the food stamps?"
"Three points."
Yi Chuanzong nodded slightly. He felt a touch of humanity here, "I want your five wine stamps and twenty kilograms of food stamps." As he said this, he took out the money from his pocket and counted out two yuan.
Six handed it over.
The young man looked at the money in his hand and narrowed his eyes, then handed over the ticket.
Pay the money with one hand and the ticket with the other.
Yi Chuanzong nodded, is this a transaction? How can you buy something without talking?