Ji Yuan grabbed the square table with his right hand and lifted it up suddenly.
Blood-red noodle soup and finger-like wontons were spread all over the floor.
Afterwards, he stood up suddenly.
The glance of those cold and stern eyes was as stunning as lightning.
at once!
The pale old man was stunned.
The hawkers, the passers-by, the little girl selling flowers... I originally wanted to swarm them and surround them.
Seeing that Ji Yuan was not easy to mess with, he quickly took a few steps back.
If an ordinary person saw an old ghost making wontons with blood and meat, he would probably be scared to death.
But Ji Yuan was different. He didn't have any fear in his heart. Instead, he exuded a vicious aura.
He knew very well that ghosts were afraid of evil people. As long as his Qi and blood were stronger and his momentum was sufficient, evil spirits would not be able to get close to him.
The Confucian sages of ancient times swept the world with their awe-inspiring righteousness.
All monsters and ghosts will be turned into powder.
The military strategist can bear millions of wronged souls, but he remains indifferent and cannot shake him in the slightest.
This is all true.
"It's so difficult to be a good, kind and honest person in this world. Not only do you have to be bullied by the living, but even the dead are not afraid of you!"
Ji Yuan held down the waist knife and kicked the bench over.
The murderous aura cultivated by entering Mengshuofeng Pass before, as the thoughts rose, a layer of fierce blood light actually condensed!
At this moment, the pale ghosts were like street gangsters meeting people from the government, and they dispersed in an instant.
The old man was left with his legs shaking, bowing and begging for mercy:
"Your Majesty! Sir! I realize my mistake!"
When he was illuminated by the bloody light, it was as if he had been fried in a frying pan and his true form immediately appeared.
There was a big hole in his head, and half of his cheek was scratched and blurred.
There are thick calluses on both hands, and one look at them shows that they are used to doing heavy and tiring work.
The coarse linen robe was stained with blood, and he was probably beaten to death before his death.
"I have something to ask you."
Ji Yuan's face was still cold, but he put away the evil energy and bloody light that could only be formed by countless killings on the battlefield.
"Sir, please tell me. I will tell you everything I know."
The old man is no longer as sinister as before and is very peaceful.
Ghosts and the like can often only confuse fools, foolish women, and the sick and weak.
As the old saying goes, when you move your energy, you will nourish your body.
Just like a feudal official holding power in his hands, majesty suddenly emerges over time.
The general guarding one side is decisive in killing and commanding thousands of troops.
Whenever an evil spirit encounters a powerful bandit who kills people like mowing grass, or a high-ranking official in the government, his body will be shattered before he even gets close, and he will be wiped out in ashes.
"What is this place?"
Ji Yuan had long seen through this old man's clumsy tricks.
As soon as he was called to a halt, the Emperor Tian Dao Diagram in the Consciousness Sea reacted.
The brilliant light trembles, reflecting its destiny.
【Trick】:【Ghost】
[Status]: [Ignorance] [Resentment] [Weakness]
Judging from the information given, it is not some evil ghost king.
The old man bent down and said:
"To tell you what, this is Tianjing Yin City.
It will only open after dark, so no living person can enter."
Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked:
"You mean I died? I became a lonely ghost like you?"
The old man trembled all over and waved his hands repeatedly:
"Young man, I have absolutely no such intention, no such intention at all!
Although this is the rule, there are occasionally exceptions.
Uncle, the reason why you mistakenly entered the Yin market is probably because you were carrying items contaminated with Yin energy and death energy.
Otherwise, the time has not yet come, and the yin and yang are separated, making it difficult to communicate with each other, and you will definitely not be able to get in."
Ji Yuan's eyes changed.
A lot of meaning can be gleaned from these words.
Yin market?
There is also a special market for these ghosts after death?
What can they buy and sell?
There is also a separation between yin and yang before Zi time.
Will we be able to communicate with each other after that time?
"The object contaminated with Yin energy and death energy...could it be the soul bottle?"
Ji Yuan opened the bag directly, and as soon as he took out the jade bottle, the old man's eyes flashed with greed and desire.
Like a starving ghost who sees a table of delicious food, he can't wait to pounce on it and devour it.
"Um?"
Ji Yuan frowned coldly.
The evil energy and blood glowed brightly.
The old man was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy. He was frightened and miserable:
"Sir, please forgive me! Please listen to my explanation!
This underworld weapon is very attractive to lonely ghosts like us. It is not only a shelter, but also a good object to gather Yin energy.
It’s not that the little old man covets it, it’s just... he can’t help himself.”
Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, trying to determine whether what the ghost said was true or false.
He suddenly remembered the strange case that Ping Xiaoliu told him that day opposite the gate of the martial arts hall.
Qian Wu, the manager of the Salt Gang, died tragically in a stable. His body was separated and the murderer could not be found at all.
Could it be that he entered the Yin market by mistake?
Is that why I can’t find anyone?
Until dawn.
The murdered body just reappeared!
"Who is in charge of this Yin market? Where is it usually open?"
Ji Yuan asked sharply like he was interrogating a prisoner.
"Ah... Now, I'm reporting back to you, the Yin market usually doesn't have a specific location. As long as the Yin energy is deep and lingering for a long time, it's easy to form a portal."
The old man had a look of confusion on his face, scratched his head and said:
"As for who is hosting... I don't know, little old man.
I usually go out and set up a stall selling wontons to earn some yin money or absorb some yang energy.
I just heard from those ghosts who have cultivated spirituality that there is a powerful person who came from the underworld, and every time he opens the underworld market, he will take 20% of the underworld money."
Ji Yuan's face was expressionless, the water in this world was too deep.
In the Yang world, there are Qi, blood, martial arts and fists that control the mountains and rivers, while in the Yin world, there are evil spirits everywhere and running strangely.
Too dangerous!
It makes people feel no sense of security at all!
"What will happen to a living person who accidentally enters the Yin Market?"
Ji Yuan finally asked.
"It's... hard to say. If you encounter a good ghost with no ability to harm others, you will lose a little bit of your yang energy, and you will get seriously ill if you go back.
But if you are a bit unlucky, your life may be lost.”
The old man lowered his head and replied.
"Then are you a good ghost or an evil ghost?"
Ji Yuan leaned forward and pushed the knife out of its sheath with his thumb, revealing a sharp edge.
"Sir, please see... these blood noodles and human wontons are all changes of yin energy. They really haven't harmed anyone. I just scare them and take a few sips of yang energy, lest they... disappear like this."
The old man poured the soup in the iron pot, and it turned out to be clouds of thick black air.
Ji Yuan sighed softly and sheathed the sword.
He also understood how vicious an old man who was beaten to death could be.
What is reflected in the Huangtian Dao Diagram is [Resentment].
But who can die without regrets?
Work hard during your lifetime!
There is no peace even after death!
Could it be that I still feel grateful in my heart?
"Since no life has been harmed, let's go."
Ji Yuan waved his hand, Yinshi and Chenghuang Temple Street gave him different feelings.
These ghosts don't seem to be a threat, but the burst of blood energy of a warrior at the internal level is enough to turn them into ashes.
Compared to the cold and sticky mist, the gray shadows, and the slippery tentacles, it was so different.
"Uncle, I have to say a few words, although you have evil spirits and blood, ordinary evil spirits cannot get close to you.
But there are not only ghosts like me in the Yin City, but also evil spirits and evil things like Yin Sha. It’s better to be careful and don’t be too ostentatious.
Especially don’t bring the underworld weapon in hastily, as it can easily cause big trouble.”
The old man hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said.
After that, he quickly put away the stall, tied up the charcoal stove and iron pot, picked up the load, and ran away.