Qianye's eyebrows twitched, "Whose Yang Shou is this? If you take it away, won't I have to die when I go out?"
"Hehehe, don't worry, girl. How dare the old lady hurt Mr. Wuju's sweetheart by giving her a gift?"
Chiba didn't care about the nonsense of an old woman, and put the straw box into her wide sleeve generously. These were all good things, enough to last for more than a month, so don't waste them.
After putting away his things, he looked up at Wu Zhou and realized that he was in a daze?
Daze in the ghost market?
He waved his hand and said, "Wu Zhou, let's go?"
Wu Zhou suddenly came back to his senses, his expression seemed to flash with a hint of panic, and he glanced at Shou Po again, "Let's go."
They returned in vain, but they could only move forward, not back, until they reached the end of the ghost market, where there was a way out.
The surrounding area is filled with stalls filled with various kinds of ghost paraphernalia, including ingot candles, paper bindings for ghost clothes, and even coffins.
Suddenly, a ghost with a stiff face floated over, almost directly in front of Wu Zhou, "Master, where are you going?"
"I……"
"Go away!!!" Qianye shouted sharply, pulling his thoughts back and successfully scaring away the inexplicable ghost.
Qianye didn't look back, and couldn't see Wu Zhou's face, but she could tell that he was still distracted, "What are you thinking about and are so obsessed with it? That's a ghost with an incomplete soul, and he does all kinds of things. He answered his question,
A wisp of your soul will be taken away. I thought you would not fall for such a little trick."
But Wu Zhou seemed to be still thinking about something, and after a long time he said: "Qianye, can I give you a chance to become an immortal?"
Qianye's heart suddenly trembled, "You're not going to glorify killing me first and then committing suicide into sending me to immortality? And then you're going to fight?"
"no……"
Then, Wu Zhou seemed to have fallen into deep thought again. What was he thinking about? Or making a decision? How could Qianye know?
I was vigilant all the way, watching the big archway at the end of the ghost market slowly emerge. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when I saw a figure under the big archway.
The ghost didn't look back... The man was actually facing their direction, looking at them and the ghost market behind them.
"Where's the ghost? Why are you blocking the road here?" Qianye shouted, dragging Wu Zhou to stand still.
The solemn and slender figure slowly floated toward them, seeming to be pacing leisurely, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of them.
He was dressed in jet black and solemn robes, but he had long hair that was shining like silver, reaching as long as his knees.
He is clearly a man, but he has a peerless face. He is not as charming as a mortal. His slight smile seems to be enough to make the sun and moon dim, and his beauty is comparable to that of Wu Sun.
However, there was a touch of sadness on his face, which seemed to have been tainted for thousands of years.
The man stood in front of them, slowly bent down, respectfully and gracefully, "Master Wu Zhou..."
Wu Zhou, however, came back to his senses at this time. Looking at the man with white hair falling to the ground in front of him, he seemed to sigh softly, "Yeming... we shouldn't meet."
Qianye blinked, what was going on? They obviously knew each other, but why did they say... they shouldn't meet?
"Ye Ming knows." Ye Ming said, slowly standing up, "Ye Ming already knows what happened in recent years. Mr. Wu Zhou... you have suffered."
Wu Zhou slowly frowned, "Is this what you came here to say?"
Ye Ming's face was covered with deep guilt, "It was Ye Ming who was too incompetent and caused the young master to suffer..."