In the night market, the lights are decorated, the neon lights change colors, the snack street is full of customers, vendors can be seen everywhere, and all kinds of items are overwhelming.
Over the street, red umbrellas were fluttering in the wind, and lanterns glowing green on the locust trees on the street aroused the children's interest.
I don’t know who put it there, it feels a bit weird, but it seems very strange here.
After this period of peace, Dajiang City has basically returned to its former self, where people should work, eat, drink and have fun, and support their families in Hukou.
This is also the reason why the night market is reopening, after all, it is a big profit.
It has been a while since the night market opened. Although the flow of people has not returned to its peak, it is still close to the peak. After a while, I believe it will be fully restored, as long as there are no major problems, such as before.
The flow of people today is much higher than yesterday. I don’t know if it’s because they stayed at home for too long or because of other reasons. Many people came to visit the night market today, and there were even more vendors setting up stalls.
Although the things sold at many stalls are a bit weird, it is not weird to be precise, but a bit retro, which is not common in normal times.
For example, some stalls sell just one thing, facial makeup, and the kind of facial makeup that looks extremely scary, and some sell origami people, with this written on them.
But no matter how you look at it, this thing looks like a paper man or horse sold in a white shop.
These are considered normal, but on a street in this night market, there are actually coffin shops and shroud shops, which is a bit outrageous.
This doesn't look normal, but something weird is here, so the customers who passed by or stopped in front of these vendors and shops didn't feel anything unusual, and didn't even express a word of surprise. This was very strange.
A section of the street in the night market was very quiet, with very few pedestrians. Only one or two people walked by, and they all seemed to be in a hurry.
There are also red umbrellas hanging in the air here. The dim light emitted by the lanterns is reflected on the red umbrellas, and an indescribable weirdness arises from within.
In the middle of the street, in front of a grocery store, a middle-aged man was lying on a rocking chair with a cup of tea beside him.
The rocking chair swayed slightly, and the tea cup was radiating heat. It was obvious that it had just been brewed for a short time.
Opposite the grocery store is an old tailor's shop that looks a bit old. An old man walked out of the tailor's shop, holding a rocking chair in his hand.
"Master Li, what time will the ghost market open tonight?"
The old man took the rocking chair and walked quickly to the middle-aged man, whom the old man called Master Li, and sat down.
Then he took out a jar of wine from the small black cloth bag he carried with him, reached out and placed it respectfully on the stool next to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man saw the wine that the old man placed next to him, nodded slightly, reached for it, opened the mud seal and smelled it, with a smile on his face.
"This ghost market starts at 10:10 p.m. and ends at 3:30 a.m. You decide what you want to sell or buy. I won't participate, so you don't have to worry about any accidents. I'm watching and there will be no mistakes."
The middle-aged man raised the wine jar, took a sip of wine, and spoke slowly, with a very calm voice.
Hearing what the middle-aged man said, the old man smiled and nodded:
"Well, I understand, the ghost market may be very lively this time. After all, there has not been such a large-scale ghost market in more than ten years. I believe that many people who are still alive are willing to join in the fun."
"After all, there are a lot of things accumulated in my hands..."
The grocery store owner took a sip of wine and looked at the sky reflected by neon lights. He didn't take the old man's words seriously.
"This time, I will see the effect of the ghost market. If the effect is good, I will continue to open it in the future. If it does not meet my expectations, I will talk about it in a few years." The middle-aged man said calmly.
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man's face looked normal and he didn't seem surprised, as if this was the right thing to do.
The old man took out a jar of wine from the small black cloth bag and drank it slowly.
The street is very quiet. His tailor shop and the middle-aged man's grocery store are currently open. The rest will be opened later, and of course some have already gone out to set up street stalls.
"Master Li, how long will it take before the hidden dangers of our predecessors break out?"
The street was very quiet, except for the occasional shout from another street, there were no other sounds.
The old man's sudden question seemed to make the middle-aged man fall into a kind of memory. It seemed to be a long-lasting memory, which made the middle-aged man's eyes a little blurry.
When the old man saw this scene, he felt very complicated. He did not disturb the middle-aged man's memories, and just waited quietly. After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man slowly came back to his senses.
He picked up the wine in his hand and took a big sip, sighing helplessly:
"Time is running out, no more than half a year at most, or even less. You little guys, one by one, are dying and hiding. In addition, each of you is failing, and most of the inheritance has been cut off. Otherwise, it will be too late." Not so fast."
"In these decades, I haven't wiped your butts enough. Take you for example, you are young and very energetic. Even the ghost in the ghost prison dares to peel off your skin. If it weren't for my help, you would still be alive. Now, even if you are against the will of heaven..."
"You old boys, none of you can live up to your expectations. The longer you live, the more you go back. Until now, none of the juniors have the ability."
When he said this, something was wrong in the middle-aged man's eyes. He looked at the old boy next to him, and the more he looked at him, the more he looked at him. If he hadn't seen that he was really young, he would have wanted to teach him a lesson.
Hearing these words of the middle-aged man, the old man touched his nose in embarrassment, and his face suddenly became a little confused.
To be honest, if someone pointed their nose at him and said something like this, he would have turned against him long ago. After all, he is already quite old and it would be a bit uncomfortable to be scolded like this.
But the middle-aged man in front of me is different. Master Li is old enough to be his great-grandfather, and he can't even fuck Master Li...
"Um... Mr. Li, don't be angry. There is actually nothing we can do about it. You also know our situation. We were also suffering at that time."
The old man explained bitterly, with a very helpless tone. As for the ghost prison mentioned by the middle-aged man, he never mentioned it. As long as he was thick-skinned, he could pretend that such a thing had not happened.
The middle-aged man glanced at the old man with disgust in his eyes. He took a sip of wine and said nothing. He was upset when he saw these old boys.
When they were young, all of them were as arrogant as others, but when they got old, they all fell into disgrace, and only Xiao Qin had a temper.
The wind at night was biting and made people's cheeks hurt, but it was nothing to these two people. The middle-aged man leaned on the recliner and looked at the stars in the sky in silence.
The same is true for the old man. The sky is like a swirl of stars at night, and this winter night has a special flavor.
"Um?"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and he turned his head slightly to look in the direction of another street:
"A jigsaw puzzle for marriage? Which little guy is selling this? Why are you so anxious to take action?"
The middle-aged man was a little hesitant at this moment, thinking about whether to go there and take back the wedding puzzle. But at this moment, the middle-aged man's mouth curled up into a smile.
He withdrew his gaze and continued to admire the stars under the night sky, having already given up on the idea of taking back the puzzle.
"Boy Zhang, I've been working on it for a long time because you want this thing. Since you want it, I'll give it to you. I want to see what kind of array you can come up with. There are so many things. I hope you won't disappoint me."
good."
The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, there was a smile in his eyes, and his mood became a little better. Even the wine in his hand felt much better. He was very satisfied with this junior. He was strong enough but not bad-tempered.
Let's see who can survive...
The old man didn't notice the middle-aged man's expression. After all, the middle-aged man was much stronger than him. If he didn't want him to notice it, he wouldn't be able to notice it at all. This is the absolute suppressive power between the fierce ghosts.
The old man looked at the sky, his dim eyes full of sorrow, and said that the only one who could relieve his sorrow was Du Kang, but no matter how good Du Kang was, he could not relieve the sorrow in his heart.
But he said that in an old tattoo parlor, there were no lights on and it was pitch dark inside.
A middle-aged man was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating. There was no sound of breathing from his nostrils and no rise and fall in his chest. At first glance, this man could be said to be dead.
At this moment, a faint green spark appeared, and Zhang Xianguang suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the burning red paper.
"Appeared, the nails of the deceitful bride."
Reaching out to hold the burning red paper in his hand, Zhang Xianguang looked thoughtfully:
"Ojiang City, Ghost City, is this here?"
There was some hesitation on Zhang Xianguang's face. He also knew about the ghost market in Dajiang City. The old man from the drug store had informed him that he could go shopping today if he was free. There were a lot of good things there.
But it was precisely because he knew that he hesitated. Dajiang City was Lin Qian's territory. He didn't know if Lin Qian was in Dajiang City at the moment. If not, he could go there openly, but if that young man was in Dajiang City.
That would be a bit troublesome. It's not that he was afraid of Lin Qian, but it might be a bit troublesome to do it in Dajiang City.
In the darkness, the expression on Zhang Xianguang's face was very gloomy. In this environment, it made people panic.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Xianguang let out a long breath, with a fierce look in his eyes, sat up and walked outside.
"I have to go this time. I must get the bride's nails. This is the only thing missing from my arrangement. I can't give up on anything."
After walking out of the tattoo parlor, a winding yellow mud path appeared. Zhang Xianguang walked in without hesitation. If Lin Qian was in Dajiang City today and found him, there would probably be a fight. If he wasn't there, then he wasn't there.
Anyway, no matter what, he is bound to get the Ghost Nail, and it won’t be easy for anyone to do it, even if it’s a starving ghost...
On the streets of Dajiang City, night markets, lanterns blown by the wind, flashing green lights, and red umbrellas rotate in mid-air with the wind.
Zhang Miao and Tang Yun held hands and walked among the vendors. From time to time, they would stop in front of a stall, select items, and occasionally bargain with the stall owner.
If the price is as expected and it's something they like, they won't be stingy with the money and will buy it generously.
Along the way, they bought a lot of things, all of which they liked. The prices were not expensive. The expensive ones cost only twenty or thirty yuan, while the cheap ones only cost one or two yuan.
Just for a few dollars, they bargained with the boss for a long time before the boss agreed to sell it to them.
Maybe I felt that it was not worth wasting so much time on them for just one or two yuan, so I agreed to sell them.
When selling to them, the boss was also very helpless. He had nothing to do with such customers. He felt tired if he sold, and felt a loss if he didn't sell.
Zhang and Miao didn't care about the boss's psychological activities. What they enjoyed was the bargaining process. It didn't matter how much they bargained, as long as it was within the acceptable range.
This should be a woman’s nature. Even if it’s just one or two dollars, she’ll be able to tease you for a long time, and she may not even buy it in the end…
Zhang Miao and Tang Yun had a great time shopping, and the bargaining process was very enjoyable.
The two of them strolled slowly, passing many street stalls and seeing many strange and weird things. These are rarely seen in ordinary times, but they are also very common.
The two of them wandered all the way and came to a stall selling manicures. The stall owner was an old woman who looked very old. Her face was full of wrinkles, she was wearing a pair of reading glasses, and she had a faint air of decay.
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Although the old woman seemed very kind, Zhang Miao and Tang Yun always felt that the old woman was very strange, indescribably strange.
But for them, these are not important, what is important is these beautiful and exquisite manicures.
Zhang Miao and Tang Yun stopped in front of the stall, looking at the exquisitely crafted manicures on the stall, and their hearts were already moved.
There are many manicure colors on the stall, including red, white, gold, black, purple, light blue...
Each one looks so touching, and just looking at it has an inexplicable attraction, as if attracting them to buy it and wear it.
Zhang Miao took a fancy to the ten red manicures at a glance. He reached out and picked them up. They felt smooth and delicate, as if they were made of jade. There was a slight coolness in his hand, which was very similar to the feeling of jade.
Zhang Miao's eyes flickered as she gently touched the manicure in her hand, her face full of intoxication.
"Old lady, how much does this manicure cost?"
After playing with it for a while, Zhang Miao finally remembered to ask the price.
The old woman looked at the manicure in Zhang Miao's hand, her eyes slightly narrowed, and a kind smile appeared on her face:
"Little girl, this thing is very cheap, ten of them only cost 30 yuan."
"Ah? Thirty yuan, so cheap?"
Zhang Miao was a little surprised that this manicure was so cheap. According to her opinion, although this thing was not made of particularly expensive materials, it still cost more than thirty yuan based on its exquisiteness.
"Old lady, are you kidding?" Zhang Miao asked uncertainly. To be honest, she really couldn't believe that such a good thing only cost 30 yuan.
The old woman looked at Zhang Miao with some doubts in her eyes. Are all these young people so rich these days?
Thirty yuan is still cheap? This is already very expensive. You can buy a lot of supernatural items for thirty yuan.
But even though she was confused, the old woman nodded and said:
"Little girl, the old lady is not joking. This is only thirty yuan. The thing you are interested in is already the most expensive in my stall. The rest are not even more than twenty yuan."
Hearing what the old woman said, Zhang Miao was immediately surprised. He looked at the other manicures on the stall, his eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at each other with Tang Yun, and both of them had an idea in mind.
There was no such thing as too much for them, and both of them felt excited. Tang Yun picked up three sets of manicures, while Zhang Miao picked up five or six sets of manicures in addition to her favorite set of red manicures.
Set of manicure in other colors.
The old woman looked at the actions of these two people and felt that these two people were really rich. She might make a fortune today. Although this was true, she always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
When Zhang Miao and Tang Yun paid the bill, the old woman silently looked at the hundred-dollar bills in her hands and the two female dolls walking away, and she just felt like, "Oh shit."