Looking at the messy mountain forest, Jiang Gan's eyes flashed with a trace of annoyance, and he asked expectantly.
Last night, he panicked and fled into the middle of Yushan Mountain, leaving many traces behind. After careful exploration, he could return by the original route.
But his battle with Mo Lin, which spread for several miles, completely erased the traces he left behind.
The mountains are high and the forests are dense. Jiang Gan only remembers the general direction and cannot find the way down the mountain.
You know, Yushan Mountain stretches 70,000 miles from north to south and 3,000 miles from east to west.
Spanning the six counties of Jinhua, Jinling, Jiangning, Yingtian, Fengyang and Taiping, it is the largest mountain range in Mingzhou.
If you continue walking indiscriminately, you won't know how many detours you will take.
More importantly, there are demons and ghosts entrenched in Yushan, and there are many dangers.
If you accidentally break into that powerful demon's territory, wouldn't you be asking for your own death?
It was precisely for this reason that he placed his hope on Mo Lin.
"Master, little wolf doesn't know!"
Mo Lin lay on the ground, lowered his head, and replied weakly.
"You are a local wolf, how could you not know?"
Jiang Gan asked with disbelief on his face.
"Master, I don't know. We and other monsters all have our own territory."
"If you trespass into the territory of other monsters without permission, it will inevitably cause a bloody battle."
"But Xiaolang's territory is only thirty miles in radius, and it's still in the middle of Yushan Mountain. Naturally, he doesn't know the way down the mountain."
Mo Lin's lowered head gradually lifted up, and the more he explained, the more righteous he felt.
Jiang Gan's eyes were dark and he couldn't help but cursed secretly: "What a stupid wolf!"
Since Mo Lin couldn't count on him at all, Jiang Qian had to find another way.
After pondering for a long time, Jiang Qian finally came up with a solution that was not a solution.
There are many wolves in Yushan, and Mo Lin's strength is enough to conquer a large number of wolves.
With the help of thousands of wolves, we will surely be able to find a safe way down the mountain.
Later, Jiang Gan returned to the previous cave, commanded Mo Lin remotely, and began his journey to conquer the wolves.
In just three days, Mo Lin subdued all the wolves within a radius of 300 miles, and had more than 8,000 wolves under his command.
Among them, there are thirteen seventh-grade demon wolves, sixty-seven eighth-grade demon wolves, and 332 ninth-grade demon wolves.
With the efforts of more than 8,000 pathfinding wolves, countless information gathered, and Jiang Gan learned many secrets in Yushan.
For example, there are nearly a hundred human villages scattered around here, all of which are the blood food raised in captivity by the three demon commanders in Moyun Cave.
Three hundred miles southeast, there is a dilapidated mountain temple, which enshrines a sixth-grade evil god.
Five hundred miles to the northwest, there is a White Bone Taoist Temple. The owner of the temple has an irreversible relationship with the City God of Jinhua County.
Three hundred miles due south, there is a grand canyon, within which tens of thousands of troops are hidden.
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"Master, good news!"
Jiang Qian was practicing boxing in the cave when Mo Lin suddenly ran in to report.
"The big gray wolf discovered the human market six hundred miles southwest."
When Jiang Gan heard this, he didn't care to continue practicing boxing and hurriedly asked: "Seriously?"
"nature!"
Thinking of the century-old blood ginseng given to him by Big Big Wolf, Mo Lin nodded with certainty.
"lead the way!"
Without any hesitation, Jiang Gan directly called the big gray wolf and asked him to lead the way.
Big Big Wolf was flying and leaping through the mountains and forests, but Jiang Qian was following closely behind him by using the skill of lifting his body lightly, like a spring swallow swallowing water.
Not to be outdone, Mo Lin followed Jiang Qian joyfully, and occasionally ran ahead to explore the way.
Since the ninth level of external refining has been completed, the strength penetrates the muscles and bones of the whole body, the body is as light as a swallow, the breath is long, and with a little effort, it can be faster than a galloping horse.
The beast's path in the mountains is rugged and difficult to navigate, with jagged rocks, deep cliffs, old vines climbing rocks, and streams sifting gold, but Jiang Gan is as easy as walking on flat ground.
I even have the mood to observe mountains and rivers, experience the changes in energy in my body, study the magical functions of my soul, and multi-task, which is very comfortable.
It wasn't until the sunset filled the sky, the tired birds returned to their nests, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone among the peaks, sparse as gold, that Jiang Gan came to the market mentioned by the big gray wolf.
It was a long street of compacted loess, with two rows of small wooden buildings, brothels and restaurants neatly lined up on both sides of the street, with flags flying.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on these buildings, as if they are coated with a layer of gold foil, making them look particularly sacred.
On the long street, there are crowds of people. There are sellers selling on the street, hawkers setting up stalls on the street, shops opening their doors to welcome guests, etc. It is bustling and lively!
But this scene made Jiang Qian's face extremely ugly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.
"Yushan Ghost Market? You really can't trust the wisdom of these stupid wolves."
A bustling and lively market suddenly appeared in the barren mountains and old forests. Normal people would know that there was something wrong. Only those stupid wolves would think that this was a human market.
"Selling oil, freshly boiled lard!"
An old man was carrying a bamboo cage on his back, which contained a large clay pot. There was a smell of sesame oil from the pot.
"We are selling candied haws on a stick, sweet and crispy candied haws on a stick!"
An old man carried a straw handle with candied haws on it.
"Pork, freshly slaughtered pork!"
At a stall on the street, a fat butcher shouted vigorously, and a big fat pig was placed on the chopping board.
There are also shops on the street selling rouge and gouache, candies, candied fruits, silk cloth, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, etc.
There are beautiful women soliciting customers in the brothel and tea shops; there are clever waiters busy in the restaurants and tea shops; there is an elderly shopkeeper taking a nap in the pawnshop Pavilion...
All this seemed normal, but in Jiang Qian's spiritual perception, it looked completely different.
The entire long street is paved with countless white and pale skulls, and the shops facing the street are made of bones and decorated with human skin, which is weird and terrifying!
The pedestrians on the long street are either hideous-looking ghosts or weird-looking spirits. It can be called a chaotic dance of demons!
The old man selling lard carried a bamboo cage made of human bones, a clay pot made of skulls, and the lard was made of old corpse oil that gave off a foul odor.
The old man who sells candied haws on a stick carries a straw handle on his shoulder that is the backbone, and the so-called candied haws on a stick is a string of baby heads.
The big fat pig on the butcher's chopping board was a rotting corpse covered with dense maggots.
As for the gold, silver and copper coins used in transactions, they were either made of gold and silver paper or made of yellow paper.
What the eyes and mind saw were two completely different pictures, one was a bustling market, and the other was a gloomy ghost market.
Jiang Qian thought he would feel scared and crazy, but in fact he was surprisingly calm and not hysterical.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but every time he had this thought, he had a frightening feeling, a suffocating feeling on the verge of death.
He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and walked into the market.
For a moment, all the ghosts on the entire street were looking at Jiang Gan, staring at him, their gloomy eyes full of desire and greed.
That is the desire for the flesh and blood of living creatures, which is imprinted deep in the souls of all ghosts and is almost impossible to restrain.
However, there is a ghost king sitting in this ghost city, who sets rules and prohibits fighting. Anyone who violates the rules will light a sky lantern with their ashes and burn their souls with fire until they are gone.
Therefore, even if the ghosts covet the flesh and blood of dried ginger, they have no choice but to endure it and allow dried ginger to roam the ghost market.