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99Chapter Ninety-Nine: First Visit to the Ghost Market

The three of them locked the door of the store, and after nervously checking the firearms and other equipment, Jin Kemu came out from the kitchen carrying three bottles of liquor.

Zhang Zihao saw this and said, "Damn it, Uncle Six, you just drink it in broad daylight?"

"What do you know, kid? Let's have a drink together and have a good sleep with the strength of the wine. When we get to the ghost market, you won't be able to sleep even if you want to."

After hearing this, Miao Qiang got up and went to the kitchen. He simply made a few side dishes and the three of them started chatting while drinking.

"Lao Jin, I heard you just said that you went to a ghost market when you were young. What was it like there? Can you tell us about it?"

Jin Kemu took a sip of liquor and said, "The ghost market is located in the gray area where yin and yang intersect. No one can tell how long it has existed. It is chaotic inside, with humans, demons, and ghosts doing shady things to each other."

The transaction of light.

It's okay to say that ghosts and demons trade mostly things from the underworld and rare spiritual objects from deep mountains and forests.

And the things that people trade there are all kinds of different. And the most unbelievable thing there is the people. If you are walking with you as a brother-in-law today, tomorrow you may be cut into pieces by him and sold into a human butcher shop.

When I was young and studying art, I once went to a ghost market with my master. It was an experience I will never forget.

It must have been in the 1970s, when I was only ten years old, I took a job with my master to go to the countryside to show people the feng shui of their ancestral homes. Unexpectedly, we ran into a group of human traffickers in that village.

At that time, the monthly salary of ordinary workers was only more than 20 yuan, and the income of farmers in remote mountainous areas was even pitiful. They could barely make ends meet if they were busy all year round. If there was a disaster, they would not even be able to eat.

So some people came up with the idea of ​​selling their sons and daughters. A five- or six-year-old boy can be bought for four to five hundred. A good-looking little girl can be bought for two to three hundred. An ugly girl is worth one hundred, five hundred and eighty.

of.

The group of traffickers worked in the village for a day and bought four children in total, two boys and two girls, all between the ages of five and six. My master wanted to stop it, but what we were doing at the time was a shady business. What if?

After calling in the police, whether we can catch the trafficker or not is not a question. If it doesn't happen, we have to involve ourselves in it.

So my master decided to secretly follow the traffickers, look for opportunities to catch them, save the four children, and then call the police.

But the traffickers were very vigilant, and Master and I never found an opportunity to strike. At midnight, the traffickers arrived at a crossroads and lit the black talisman in their hands.

My master's face changed drastically when he saw the black talisman. He yelled "No," and rushed over. But before he could rush over, the traffickers and four children appeared out of thin air in a small sedan chair.

Got picked up.

Seeing them disappear out of thin air, my master was so upset that he stamped his feet in a hurry and kept blaming himself, saying that he was careless. He didn't expect that there was a warlock among this group of traffickers. They wanted to sell the four children to the ghost market.

This is a human flesh shop, those four children must be in serious danger!

That was the first time I heard the name Ghost Market. The next day, my master got two road signs and took me to the Ghost Market. The four poor children had been cut into pieces.

The ground was placed on the butcher table, and the four heads with frightened expressions were hooked by the owner of the shop with iron hooks and hung at the door of the shop as a sign!"

When Zhang Zihao heard this, he slammed the table hard and said angrily: "Damn human traffickers, even if they are shot a hundred times, they still won't get rid of their hatred! To deal with such scum should be like the ancient times, skinning, bleeding, crushing the bones and scattering ashes!"

Miao Qiang sighed softly at this time: "What happened next? You guys didn't just let it go after chasing down the ghost market, right?"

Jin Kemu sneered and said: "Forget it? My master's violent temper is no worse than that of Guashanfeng! He immediately exploded when he saw the miserable condition of the four children! After searching the entire ghost market, he found the five human traffickers.

came out.

When they found them, these guys were using the money from selling their children to eat and drink in the "Taotie House", the largest restaurant in the ghost market.

My master didn't talk nonsense. When he saw them, he went up with a knife and chopped off the head of the leader. The other four people were stunned by this sudden scene. My master saw the right moment and said "Puff, puff, puff!"

Three more traffickers were hacked to death three times in a row.

Only then did the remaining trafficker come to his senses. Seeing that he could no longer escape, he hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged my master for mercy.

My master had no intention of letting him go. He went up and kicked him to the ground, stepped on his chest, put a knife on his neck and said: "After you buy the children, if you can find a good family to take care of them,

Even if they were sold, I wouldn't kill you. But you sold them to a human butcher shop, which is worse than a beast! You still expect me to spare you, you're just dreaming!"

After hearing this, the man hurriedly explained: "Brother, we have nothing to do. We can't even open the pot. If these children are sold to other people, they can be sold for a few hundred yuan at most, but they can be worth more than 10,000 yuan.

If you want to settle accounts, go find the person who runs the human butcher shop to settle accounts, we are just doing business."

After hearing this, my master became even more angry. Before the kid could ask for mercy, he slashed his neck with a knife.

Or maybe it's a chaos in the ghost market. My master killed five people in a restaurant, but it didn't cause anyone to panic. They seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and they even had some lingering thoughts. They thought my master's attack was too quick and not cruel enough.

I didn't torture those guys to death and make them look unsatisfied.

The restaurant owner's eyes shone brightly. When he saw my master killing people in their restaurant, not only did he not feel unhappy at all, but he asked with a smile on his face: "Brother, these five fat animals you just killed

Do you still want the sheep? If not, how about giving it to the shop? We will help you deal with it."

My master was still in the mood to think about how to deal with the corpses. After hearing what the restaurant shopkeeper said, he nodded to him. Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly called the waiter and sent the five corpses to the kitchen.

At this time, some diners followed and shouted: "Shopkeeper, please add another dish to our table. Stir-fry the freshly slaughtered lamb for us while it's still fresh. Remember to add more chili peppers!"

When these people were in the human world, they were all well-dressed and polite, locking the demons in their bodies into cages in their hearts. But after arriving in the ghost market, they lost the restraints of the law and the shackles of morality.

The evil has magnified infinitely.

In the words of my master, "These sanctimonious hypocrites are not easy to beat at their core!"

After leaving the Taotie House, my master brought several barrels of kerosene, and when no one was prepared, he set fire to the entire human flesh shop on Bianbi Street, then lit the road talisman and took me back to the Yangshi."

After listening to Jin Kemu tell his story, Miao Qiang and Zhang Zihao sighed, and Miao Qiang asked: "Lao Jin, is your master still there?"

Jin Kemu took a sip of white wine and sighed: "He is gone a long time ago. In 1983, in order to save a woman who was possessed by a ghost, he used her mouth to transfer Yang energy to her. The woman was rescued, but he

The old man quit his job. He said that my master was acting like a gangster and molesting his wife, so they gathered a group of people and took my master to the police station. Just in time for the severe crackdown that year, my master was convicted of being a hooligan and shot!"

Miao Qiang was speechless after hearing this. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

The three of them drank two bottles of white wine and fell asleep. They slept so darkly that they didn't wake up until about eleven o'clock in the evening.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the three of them took their equipment and came to the nearest intersection, then each held a road guide and started lighting it.

After the talismans were burned out, three small sedans appeared out of thin air at the crossroads, and the people carrying the sedans turned out to be several paper figures.

Just as Zhang Zihao was about to speak, Jin Kemu interrupted: "Don't ask any more questions and get on the sedan quickly."

After lifting the curtain of the sedan chair and sitting on it, Miao Qiang felt dazed for a while. When he regained consciousness, the sedan chair had stopped.

Just listen to Jin Kemu's voice saying outside the sedan: "You two, come down, we are here!"

To be continued…


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