I, the last yin and yang embroidery master

Look at the tattoo parlor that is empty again.

Su Yu stretched his waist hard.

No matter what kind of guest.

Good guys or bad guys.

Do good or evil.

In the end, you get what you want or you do what you want.

After the matter is over.

After all, it’s just a passer-by.

That’s it.

Just when Su Yu was sitting on the sofa bored, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Outside the door, Cheng Banxian’s slightly hurried shout sounded.

“Su Yu, go for a walk, let’s go to a good place together.”

Heard Cheng Banxian who kept shouting outside the door.

Su Yu stood up quite helplessly, walked to Cheng Banxian’s side, and raised his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong, are there any moths again?”

Cheng Banxian couldn’t help but say, directly pulled Su Yu, and shouted towards the shop next door at the same time.

“Lao Lin, prepare to go, I can’t drink the soup later.”

In Cheng Banxian’s shouting and urging, Lao Lin also packed up his things and slowly left.

Look out the car window at the fleeting scenery.

Su Yu, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned to Cheng Banxian and asked suspiciously.

“What’s wrong? Mythical from just now? ”

Cheng Banxian coughed lightly, and said as he spoke.

“Su Yu, do you know what day it is?”

Hearing Cheng Banxian’s tone, Su Yu squinted his eyes and thought for a moment and spoke.

“The ninth day of September, the autumn step, also known as the Chongyang Festival, what’s wrong?”

Cheng Banxian patted his hand on the steering wheel and said seriously.

“Chongyang Festival.”

“The remote brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person everywhere.”

Su Yu leaned on the seat with his head in his hands, raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically.

“Cheng Banxian, don’t tell me, you plan to take me to climb the mountain now?”

After Cheng Banxian was stunned for a few seconds, he hurriedly coughed twice and quickly said.

“How can it!”

“I’ll tell you.”

“For ordinary people, the Chongyang Festival may just be a festival of climbing mountains and respecting the elderly.”

“But for us Yin Xing, the Chongyang Festival is different.”

“Nine is the extreme, and the beginning of September is even rarer, it is one of the few good days of the year.”

“So whenever the Chongyang Festival comes, the yin people around us will gather in Jinling Chaotian Palace to participate in the annual ghost market.”

“Lao Lin, you should have gone last year, right?”

Lao Lin, who sat in the back row and closed his eyes.

At this moment, he also opened his eyes and nodded slightly in agreement.

“If there is nothing major on the day, I will naturally go there, which can be regarded as a chance of luck.”

Seeing that even Lao Lin was rarely so attentive to one thing.

Su Yu was also a little interested, touching his chin and carefully pondering, muttering to himself.

“Ghost market?”

“Jinling Chaotian Palace?”

Cheng Banxian also did not continue to sell Guanzi at this time, and explained directly.

“Su Yu, you haven’t been here for a long time, naturally you don’t know the origin of this ghost market, so I’ll tell you.”

“For us Yin Xing, the first half and the second half are two completely different extremes.”

“The first half of the year was very leisurely, and all the major masters were also traveling around the world or hiding in the world.”

“In the second half of the year, it will be very lively, and as the year approaches, the business has become more and more.”

“All kinds of strange gatherings in the Yin Walk have also begun to spring up like mushrooms.”

“To say that one of the more important gatherings in these is there.”

“Then I have to say this Chongyang Ghost City.”

“Every year at the beginning of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, a ghost market will be held in Jinling Chaotian Palace, which gathers people from all directions, and even some ordinary people.”

“Sellers and buyers are in an endless stream, all kinds of Yin materials, magic weapons, Yin spirits, talismans, etc., it is really a hundred flowers.”

“But the most important thing is.”

“Ghost market, ghost market, naturally there are more than just people.”

“What exactly is the situation, you will know later.”

Hearing Cheng Banxian’s rough words.

Su Yu also thought a little in his heart, but he didn’t think much about it.

After all, it was just like what Cheng Banxian said.

When you arrive, you’ll know what the situation is.

Also begin to close your eyes.

With a sharp brake sound.

Cheng Banxian unfastened his seat belt and said with some excitement.

“It’s up, the time is just right.”

Su Yu also opened the car door and walked down, silently squinting his eyes at the scene in front of him.

In front of him.

It is a place similar to the Square Night Market.

But there are also obvious differences compared to night markets.

The lighting is very dim, and you can only see within ten meters.

The surrounding yin qi is quite majestic, even a little cold.

Bustling crowds shuttling through the night market.

Although there are many people.

But it was also orderly, and there was no pushing and crowding.

It can even be said.

Everyone subconsciously kept their distance from others.

The roads on both sides are filled with various stalls, some specialising in magic weapons, others selling talismans, and so on.

It’s like a huge gathering exchange.

After Cheng Banxian parked the car, he waved at Su Yu and Lao Lin.

“Let’s go, let’s take a look.”

“This Chongyang Ghost City, it starts on time when it gets dark.”

“If you can seize the opportunity of this wave, it is possible to make a lot of money.”

“By the way, Su Yu, if you have something you want to sell, just find an open space and put it down.”

“If someone sees it, they will come to you directly.”

Su Yu also nodded silently and carefully observed the items on the surrounding stalls.

There are all kinds of yin artifacts in the eyes, which are dazzling and quite a hundred schools of thought.

After walking a few steps.

Cheng Banxian suddenly exclaimed.

Stride towards an unassuming stall.

Crouch down and pick up an inconspicuous cyan bead.

Raised to Su Yu and Lao Lin, he asked rhetorically.

“Do you two know what kind of bead this is?”

After Lao Lin looked at it carefully, he replied after a few seconds of silence.

“Dingfeng beads?”

Cheng Banxian shook his head.

“No, if Dingfeng Zhu can appear here?”

“This one is.”

Cheng Banxian paused, glanced left and right, and said in a rather mysterious whisper.

“Folrel…”