After Fu Yang calmed down, he left the girls' dormitory and returned to his own residence.
As soon as I walked in the door.
brush!
A round and furry thing pounced up.
It just hung on Fu Yang's thigh, like a big meat ball.
Obviously, apart from Mr. Xiong, there can’t be anything else...
"Fuck! You know how to come back, Mr. Fu! As soon as Queen Vico leaves, you little pervert will go out and hang out with beautiful women."
The fat cat hugged his thigh and screamed desperately.
"Fuck you! I went out to do errands with my friends. What kind of beauty is this?"
Fu Yang felt guilty, so he raised his legs in anger and kicked the guy off the bed. He rolled into a pile with the two panda dolls placed next to the pillow, and he couldn't tell them apart...
Ah Huang glanced at him and smiled brightly. He pointed at his left cheek and earlobe.
"Little Yoko, if I were you, before I refuse to admit it, I would carefully check the traces on my body, such as wiping off the lipstick... Hahaha."
Fu Yang was shocked.
Then I remembered that Qin Mei bit her earlobe and kissed her cheek just before they said goodbye. She painted the red slogan on her face, which must have left a mark.
"This is so embarrassing! Did I come back with lipstick marks on my face? No wonder someone looked at me from time to time on the street just now. They thought I had become so handsome again and the rate of turning heads was high..."
Fu Yang was a little embarrassed and quickly reached out to wipe off the lipstick on his face and ears.
"Boy Fu, just wait! If you dare to bully grandpa now, I will definitely tell Queen Wei Ke about this when she comes back!"
Mr. Xiong got up from the bed angrily and came over with his short legs dangling. As you can imagine, he got another beating...
Ah Huang watched them arguing for a while and suddenly made a suggestion.
"Little Yoko, damn fat cat, are you interested in... going to the ghost market tonight?"
Ghost market?!
Mr. Xiong, who was lying on the ground with his limbs spread out like a useless cat, got up with a grunt, clasped his two front paws on his chest and nodded pretendingly.
"Well, it's not bad. I haven't been there for a long time. It's good to go shopping there. I just don't know how much the entrance fee is to Jiangcheng Ghost Market. Is it expensive?"
Ah Huang smiled: "I just found out a few days ago that five thousand per person is not expensive. A pet like you costs nothing."
Mr. Xiong: "Grass..."
Fu Yang was standing aside and some monks were confused.
What’s so strange about going to a ghost market? And what’s the admission fee of 5,000 per person?!
He has heard of the name of the ghost market, and has seen it in the news online.
It is said on the Internet that the so-called ghost market is not actually a ghost market. It is just some people with really good goods conducting secret transactions in the middle of the night.
It's just that although the goods are good, they may have violated national laws and regulations. I just trade in the dead of night without fear of being investigated by the police. It's just like a semi-open business, and the country turns a blind eye.
eye-catching underground black market.
It's obviously a flea market, so why is it called a gloomy "ghost market"?
The news on the Internet also explained it.
First, there are a lot of fake, unidentified, and illegal things in this kind of market; second, the market is open at night, when the sky is just white and the fish belly is white, and it naturally disperses like fog, coming and going without a trace.
So Fu Yang asked his doubts.
Ah Huang hadn't spoken yet, but Mr. Xiong, the fat cat, looked disgusted and impatient.
"Tsk tsk, what a rookie. You don't know this? The kind of flea market you mentioned is just for fooling ordinary people. The ghost market we are talking about in the supernatural circle is not such low-level stuff. Call me Grandpa Bear.
I'll tell you..."
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Fu Yang directly picked up the poor fat cat and slapped him on the head six times in a row.
"Let me see what you can do! Tell me quickly."
"I'm going to fuck your uncle Fu Yang! I'll bite you to death."
Mr. Xiong meowed and bit him on the knee...
Ah Huang came over to smooth things over and roughly explained what they meant by the "ghost market".
The "ghost" city that people in the paranormal circle call it, actually has ghosts!
Not only are there ghosts, there is definitely a mixed bag of good and bad people inside!
Participants include ghosts stranded in the world; Taoist priests, monks, and casual cultivators with profound magical powers; monsters who have successfully cultivated their spiritual wisdom...
Both good and evil are in it.
Most of the items traded in this ghost market are strange items that are rare or even non-existent in the human world.
For example, the body of a dead person can be used to give ghosts a new life; for example, the real Changbai Mountain wild ginseng that is more than a hundred years old, such as the thousand-year-old human-shaped Polygonum multiflorum... rare treasures and herbal elixirs that are even unimaginable!
The trading method in this ghost market is basically barter. The more exotic the items, the more rare and rare items must be exchanged. But sometimes it can also be exchanged directly with human currency, but it is basically too expensive for ordinary people to exchange for it.
Unbearable...
After hearing this, Fu Yang was so surprised that he could almost fit a ten-pound egg into his mouth.
"That's amazing, my brother! Is there really such a place? Anyone can make peace with ghosts, demons, righteousness, and evil? Could it be that a powerful evil being wouldn't just rob it?"
Mr. Xiong rubbed his fat face and looked down upon Fu Yang again: "Robbery? You, Tuyan, Tucson Po! Let me tell you, even someone with Xie Daozi's strength is a dead end for messing around in the ghost market.
Unless Queen Vico can fully recover her true peak strength that matches her realm, there may be hope that she can desperately grab it... But in that case, there is no need."
Ah Huang nodded, agreeing with what the fat cat said.
He explained to Fu Yang that the ghost market is not in the netherworld, but in the Yang world. However, there are special restrictions on the opening direction, method and time, and most of them are naturally formed.
For thousands of years, the ruling court and some "middlemen" with extremely powerful magic have jointly managed in a relatively loose model, making profits and collecting taxes from it.
Generally, in the ghost market in every place, there will be an expert from the court and another "middleman". Some ghosts, mountain spirits and wild monsters who don't want to go to the underworld but have nowhere to go are hired to serve as the ghost market's managers.
"Law enforcers" and "inspectors" to prevent anyone from causing damage.
In fact, this is also a formality. After all, the importance of the ghost market to the supernatural world is self-evident. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will probably no longer need to think about being in the circle in the future, and will become a public enemy...
"Well, as expected, the water in the supernatural world is very deep! A lot of knowledge and information depends on experience and accumulation, and talent cannot make up for it."
Fu Yang secretly thought that although his magic power was pretty good, his knowledge was pitifully short... (Second update)