At eleven o'clock that night, two people, a cat, and a ghost set off towards the ghost market.
It’s like gathering together humans, ghosts, and demons…
Ah Huang said before that Mr. Xiong is a pet and does not need to buy a ticket, so of course he was joking.
If you want to go to the ghost market, you must pay an entrance fee if you have any spiritual objects.
Four "people", the total is 20,000 yuan!
Because Ah Huang was the richest, the other three unscrupulous guys asked him to be the sponsor, which made him feel bad.
"Let me say it first! For the sake of my friends, I paid the admission fee of 5,000 for this person, and I am not responsible for anything purchased inside!"
"Oh, I know! I'm stingy. Grandpa wants good things, but he doesn't expect you to be able to pay the price."
Mr. Xiong waved his little paw impatiently, looking like a wealthy man who said "I am very proud of how rich I am".
"Looking at how cool you are...well, you and Feng Shu will pay the admission fee yourself."
"Fuck! Huang boy, aren't you? Are you serious?"
"I have made this difficult decision..."
"Meow! I will bite you to death!"
A man and a cat started fighting, and they started making trouble while walking. Fu Yang and Feng Shu watched the excitement with great interest. They even secretly placed bets on who would lose and who would win.
There is a Purple Mountain in Jiangcheng.
Legend has it that during the Three Kingdoms period, immortals lived here, which emitted purple and gold light at night. The people around it regarded it as a god and named it Purple Mountain.
Immortal, that must be nonsense.
I guess it might be more reliable for a Taoist priest with great magic power to live in seclusion here...
Starting around the end of the Ming Dynasty, a ghost market has been forming at the foot of Purple Mountain.
The ghost market is a magical place, formed completely naturally. People, ghosts, and demons can enter it. The yin and yang are chaotic inside, but it is harmless to everyone. It will not affect the living people around it.
It can be seen that the mysteries of heaven and earth are beyond human comprehension!
"This ghost market existed in the Ming Dynasty? It's really ancient!"
Fu Yang listened to Ah Huang's popular science and was amazed.
Mr. Xiong hugged two furry little paws, pretending to be cool, and snorted coldly: "It's only a few hundred years ago. It is a relatively recent formation of ghost cities. In the youngest municipality in China, the mountain city of Chongqing, there is one that has existed for three thousand years.
The ghost market! It’s the oldest known ghost market so far. That place is so awesome. The last time I went there, I saw a real ginseng doll in it. You have to buy ten pounds of it to bring your own spiritual power.
The Divine Iron from Heaven..."
"Huh? It's actually our hometown?"
Fu Yang looked at Ah Huang with some wonder.
He and Ah Huang were both from mountain cities, and suddenly they heard that there was a ghost market in their hometown, and it was the oldest known ghost market in existence! It was a strange feeling.
Ah Huang nodded and confirmed what Mr. Xiong said.
"It's true that the oldest ghost market is in Chongqing, but don't even think about it if it's a real person named Sanlu. You can't even find it! This fat cat doesn't know where he heard this rumor from, so he's just pretending to be cool."
"Damn it! I've really been there! Are you the one who brags about it?"
So one person and one cat started fighting again...
An hour later, the four of them arrived at the foot of Purple Mountain. It was already twelve o'clock in the evening.
Purple Mountain is originally located in the suburbs and is relatively remote.
It's so late, what are the things walking on the road?
It is estimated that ordinary people will get hairy just thinking about it...
If it had been three or four months ago, Fu Yang would have been frightened and confused. But now he is leisurely clasping his hands behind his back and looking around curiously.
Because he actually saw a lot of evil ghosts and evil spirits, all of them hurried away, like a man in need of urination looking for the toilet. He was actually indifferent to the two living people around him - and they were Taoist priests.
They walked too fast, causing the dark wind to swirl and whine all around.
No one doubts that it is a simple version of Hyakki Yakō!
This made Fu Yang sigh with emotion.
"The ghost market is really awesome! It has realized the harmonious coexistence of humans, ghosts and demons ahead of schedule. What kind of spirit is this? This is the international spirit..."
"Fuck! Why are you memorizing high school politics textbooks? These are like rushing to reincarnate. They are poor people. They want to go in the ghost market as soon as it opens and get some cheap goods... Hey, hey,
Wait a minute, why are you making a fool of yourself by running so fast?"
Before Ah Huang finished speaking, he noticed that Fu Yang, Mr. Xiong and others were also running after him.
"Because we are also poor..."
The voices of the two guys came back from far in front, causing the ghosts and monsters around them to look sideways and show sympathy for each other.
"I'm sorry for your uncle... Is being poor a very honorable thing? You have to scream so loudly!"
The vile ghost next to him, who looked very old, nodded and educated him earnestly: "This little Taoist priest, we don't kill people, we don't do bad things, we just earn money for our conscience. Even if the ghosts catch us and take us to the underworld, they won't be able to sentence us!
Why is it not honorable to be poor? Being poor can also be very honorable!"
The old ghost straightened his back.
Looking at this aura, I'm afraid he was a diligent retired veteran cadre before his death.
"Uncle Ghost, what you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless..."
Ah Huang covered his face speechlessly and knelt down.
(Author's note: Generally speaking, the money mentioned in the ghost market is not money in the conventional sense, but valuable supernatural objects!)
The entrance to the ghost market.
It's strange, this is a place similar to an ancient Chinese archway.
It's just very small, only a fraction of the height and width of a common archway.
There is a black curtain hanging at the entrance. It is not cloth, but looks like the skin of something...
This made Fu Yang couldn't help but shudder.
It's very strange that the back of the archway is empty. There doesn't seem to be any market?
This is an empty wilderness, with just an archway standing there. How strange!
Next to the entrance of the archway, there are two tall weirdos with dark faces, both two meters tall! But they are very thin, and their arms are like bamboo poles. If ordinary people see it, they will definitely be scared. Because they are covered from the waist down.
Bones, no flesh at all, pure skeleton...
"The admission fee, for the four of you, is 20,000 yuan in total."
The pitch-black strange man's voice was hoarse, much like a crow's call.
"Where are the four? That fat cat monster and fat ghost have nothing to do with us. Can a Taoist priest be friends with monsters? Huh, I have no eyesight. Here are 10,000 yuan, take it."
Ah Huang handed over a wad of cash, and the thin black man threw it directly into a big box.
I don’t know if there is any mysterious magic in that wooden box, otherwise, it will definitely not be able to hold the admission fee.
Because there are ghost markets in only two cities in East China, Jiangcheng and Magic City, there must be a lot of people coming here.
Mr. Xiong jumped behind and cursed: "Damn it, you really didn't help us pay the entrance fee! You are stingy, stupid, bitch, wait for me. When you go back, I will buy a twenty-pound catfish to play with your little anus."
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Ah Huang rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to it.
Together with Fu Yang, he opened the black leather curtain and walked in. (Third update)