Gushan, a place where humans and ghosts mingle, where yin and yang are chaotic and complicated.
Complex geography, after all, creates a complex environment, which is also a paradise for adventurers.
The Gushan Mountains stretch endlessly and cover a vast area, with many ferocious beasts hiding in them.
What's more, the name of the mountain god is well-known within a hundred miles.
Different from the gods worshiped by the people, the God of Gushan Mountain really exists. He has a hundred thousand patrolling yakshas under his command, and his troops and horses are strong.
The mountain god himself is an authentically titled god who has been granted the title of God by imperial edict. Even when thunder falls from the sky, he will avoid this deity.
The ghost market is named after Gushan Mountain, but it is actually located on the periphery of the mountain range, but does not dare to go deep into the core.
After all, there are countless powerful and ferocious Yaksha evil spirits hidden deep in Gushan Mountain. They divide their territories and if they touch the taboos even slightly, they will be swarmed by countless ferocious ghosts and torn to pieces.
Only in Gushan Ghost Market, humans and ghosts coexist peacefully and trade with each other.
Human practitioners have a lot of resources at their disposal, which are urgently needed for ghost cultivation.
As for ghosts, they can gather and dissipate energy to change. Many environments that are harsh to humans seem to them like walking on plain ground, so they can often unearth many ancient treasures buried deep underground.
So, we hit it off immediately, and the Gushan Ghost Market was born.
However, Gushan Mountain is so big that there are access roads to the mountain in all directions. People in countless surrounding villages and towns rely on the mountain to eat, hunt, cut firewood, collect herbs, mine, etc., so they are inevitably exposed to the existence of ghost markets.
Occasionally, strangers accidentally enter the ghost market. If they are lucky, they can escape with their lives and get some money. They can publicize it after returning home and become a good blessing that everyone envies.
Over time, countless legends spread around Gushan, similar to Alibaba's windfall.
Most of the people who entered by mistake were killed by the ghosts, and even their bones were eaten.
"Brother, what are you doing in the mountains?"
When Wang Fu heard this, he quickly raised his head and looked at the laborers who were traveling with him.
These laborers are stoneworkers who go into the mountains to mine. There are many high-quality stones in Gushan, which are suitable for many buildings and are deeply loved by dignitaries.
The mineral vein where they are located is rich in a kind of stone called "Hanxiang Marrow", which is almost jade-like in texture. It is fragrant in the evening and cool in summer. It is the best stone for building homes.
This kind of stone is precious, but it has to be mined in Gushan Mountain. Transportation is inconvenient and wild animals often appear.
The masons earn money by working hard, working day and night, carrying heavy loads. Some of them are in their early thirties, and their waists are bent over, and their hair is turning white.
Wang Fu went to the ghost market this time and found out where the ghost market was. It was around the mine vein and he met this group of stoneworkers on the road.
The masons were still enthusiastic and went on the road with Wang Fu.
"I just happened to read in a book that the scenery in the mountains is beautiful, so I came here to increase my knowledge."
"Little brother, why go to Gushan if there is no scenery anywhere?"
The oldest stonemason spoke up, "It's not a life for people in the mountains. It's humid and rainy, and you're soaked in sewage and mud all day long. It's hard to walk. Snakes and insects are crawling around on your body, and they'll bite you unexpectedly. If you're not lucky, this is poisonous."
His life is gone."
"In winter, snow falls day and night. The snowflakes are as big as mats and can bury people. If you go out in this weather, you can sink your waist into the snow if you step on it. You will be so cold that you lose all feeling in your hands and feet. When you return to the house
As soon as I put it on the fire, my dear fellow, my nose and fingers are all frozen and will fall off if I touch it."
The companion next to him blamed him, "What are you doing to scare this little brother? He goes to play, not to live in the mountains."
It is summer and the weather is hot. A few people walked for a while and then stopped to drink water.
Wang Fu frowned slightly, and inadvertently opened his Dharma Eyes, and saw that inside the bamboo tubes of the stoneworkers, the water contained countless dense dust suspended in it, which was as terrifying as needle tips.
This is the mineral dust of Hanxiang Marrow. It is tiny in size, suspended in the air, and attached to anywhere.
These masonry workers were exposed to the environment, and over time, they inhaled a large amount of mineral dust, and their lives were not long.
In any era, the luxurious consumption of the rich may appear to consume money and resources, but in essence it consumes the blood, sweat and lives of the poor.
"Little brother, the mountains are not peaceful. We are in the mines, and there are often hungry tigers and wolves that come out and drag people into the mountains to eat them."
"You have to be more careful and don't go on too remote roads. Don't go where the grass is higher than your ankles." The masons advised kindly.
Wang Fu smiled, took out a piece of bamboo tube from his waist, pinched it with a bellyache spell, and put it into the water.
"I have some light wine here to moisten the throats of some elder brothers."
Is there wine?
The throats of several masons squirmed, and the mature one reluctantly refused, "Why is this so embarrassing?"
"It's out of the way."
At Wang Fu's insistence, several stoneworkers passed it to me and I passed it to you, each one taking a sip. When the bamboo tube was transferred to Wang Fu's hand, he had finished the drink without realizing it.
"Feel sorry."
Unexpectedly, the stoneworkers all finished the drink and didn't leave a sip. They were embarrassed.
Wang Fu waved his hand to indicate that it would not be a problem, and then listened to them talk about their respective experiences.
Among them was a thin young man who was very different from his companions. His face was blue, he often panted when walking, and his body was very weak.
According to what he said, he once accidentally broke into a ghost market and escaped unscathed. He even spent the night with a beautiful woman.
"That's really a fairy-like figure, cough cough cough!"
The young stonemason was so excited that he coughed, but his eyes still showed the fond memories of that past event.
Wang Fu saw that he was coughing badly and opened his eyes to see what a good guy he was.
Everything in this man's chest, including his lungs and waist, had been cut in half. No wonder his body is so weak.
He must have encountered a ghost and managed to survive by picking out most of his internal organs.
There are kidney-cutting gangs in all ages, so it’s hard to guard against them!
These ghosts also understand the concept of advanced consumption!
"You're so lucky."
Wang Fu patted the young stoneworker on the shoulder with compassion.
Are you having bad luck? The ghosts you encounter are very picky and only take away half of the internal organs. If you are cruel, you can eat them all right down to the skin and bones, leaving no hair left for you.
"Little brother, don't believe him. He was lucky. Many of our workers died inexplicably, leaving a whole family in tears all day long."
"You listen to us. Tigers, leopards, and wolves in the mountains are not scary, but strangers cannot be touched."
Wang Fu nodded repeatedly after hearing this. He spoke from the bottom of his heart and tasted good medicine.
After a while, Wang Fu stepped onto a fork in the road and said goodbye to the stoneworkers.
Looking at Wang Fu's back, several masons sighed, "He is a kind and good man."
However, the next moment, several stoneworkers suddenly felt severe pain in their chests and fell to the ground rolling.
In the past, when I inhaled too much dust in the mine, I had experienced such symptoms, but it had never been as severe as today, as if there was a pair of wolf claws hidden in my chest, trying to tear them apart.
"puff!"
Suddenly, a mason suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large ball of thick phlegm, which was filled with blood and dust.
One after another, people opened their mouths and vomited, and for a while the ground was covered with phlegm.
"Huhu, I feel better, I feel better."
After spitting out the bad phlegm, the masons discovered that their chests were usually blocked, as if they were being pressed down by a big stone, but now they seemed to have been opened up and they could breathe especially smoothly.
Could it be..."
They just woke up and had such a change after taking a sip of Wang Fu's light wine.