Infinite Script Killing

When the true is false, the false is also true, and there is something inaction and nothingness.

In an instant, Xu Tong understood. The [Huang Quan Lu] given to him by his master was just the outline of the subsequent development of Bai Shan Kou. There was no cultivation method in it, but it pointed out the evolution of Bai Shan Kou to him.

All the stories in the book are just like the epigraph in the first chapter. The underworld and underworld evoked by Master Bai Shankou are not true, but they are not false either.

Rather, it is between reality and reality, just like the layers of palaces and buildings in front of you, as real as they are illusory.

After understanding the secrets involved, Xu Tong instantly gained a new understanding of Baishan Kou.

“But that’s all, isn’t it enough??”

Xu Tong frowned again, realizing that just understanding the role of Huangquanlu was not enough, because he seemed to be missing a key link.

If the mountain button is the key and Huangquanlu is the door, then... what about the keyhole? ? ?

While he was thinking, Sun Ding's call came to his ears.

"Senior!! Senior!!"

Sun Ding's shout made Xu Tong wake up from his epiphany. He looked back at Sun Ding's mother and son: "You don't have to worry about me. Just do whatever you need to do. I'll take a walk and take a look myself."

"this……"

The mother and son looked at each other, and they were overjoyed. The woman immediately stepped forward and said, "In this case, we won't disturb senior's pleasure, but senior still needs to be more careful. This ghost market itself is weird, let alone today. If senior encounters Please, please leave a message at the Zhubao Tower in front, and we will rush over as soon as we receive the letter."

Xu Tong nodded and waved his hand to signal the mother and son to leave.

Not long after they left, Xu Tong stepped onto a pontoon. The pontoon was suspended in the air but not fixed. The slender ropes were like the tentacles of a centipede, constantly winding towards the front to build a bridge and pave the way. People standing on it would follow without moving. The floating bridge continues deeper into the ghost market.

Not to mention it feels like an elevator.

When I got off the elevator... no, when I stepped off the floating bridge, there were many shops on both sides of the street. It was busier than in reality, and it felt like going to a market. However, if you look closely, most of the shops were closed.

The strange thing is that these shops clearly have signboards, but I can't actually see clearly what is written on the signboards. No matter how I look at it, it is just a blur of black mist.

Just as he was staring at these shops, he heard a shout not far behind him.

"brother!!"

He looked back and saw a figure in a cloak walking up. The cloak had a black mesh covering his face. Just listening to his voice, it felt like there was a whetstone stuck in this man's throat, and his voice was hoarse and harsh.

"Let's take a look, the jade ring finger from the Eight Classics is a treasure flowing out of the palace."

The cloaked man raised his thumb. The ring on his skinny finger was crystal clear, and the green ripples were really beautiful under the dim light.

Unfortunately, Xu Tong was not interested in this thing, so he shook his head and left.

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing that the business that finally came to his door was about to leave, the cloaked man hurriedly stopped Xu Tong again, pointed to the shop behind him and said: "If brother doesn't like antiques, I have all kinds of strange treasures here. If you need anything, just ask."

Xu Tong glanced at the shop behind him, but when he saw the things placed on the shop, he immediately lost interest: "No interest!"

The cloaked man was not anxious after hearing this. Instead, he took another look at Xu Tonghou and said, "Brother is not interested in these worldly things. You might as well follow me to the soul coffin shop in front to have a look. I don't think there is anything that brother needs."

"Soul Coffin Shop!"

This name is quite interesting. Before Xu Tong could refuse, the man in cloak was already walking in front: "Your Majesty, please come this way!"

The man in the cloak has such a warm attitude, which of course does not mean he is hospitable. In fact, whenever you go to scenic spots or train stations, you will always encounter such "enthusiastic people" who will guide you and ask you questions.

Are they Gudao Rechang? ? No, they are after the money in your pocket.

Although Xu Tong has never been to any scenic spots, he has heard of this kind of thing from time to time, but he is also curious about what the so-called soul coffin shop is.

He simply followed the cloaked man to take a look. The two chatted while walking. Xu Tong pointed to the shops around him: "There are so many shops here, why are they all closed?"

"Hehe, it's not that time yet."

The cloaked man smiled, then raised his head and glanced at the paper lanterns hanging above his head, and said: "But it's almost here. The guest is here for the Ghost Festival. It's still a while away. When the ghosts walk at night, brothers will be here." Just be careful."

"Oh, does it sound dangerous?"

The cloaked man did not respond, but recited a poem with his broken voice: "I also heard about the early traveler, I saw the mountains and the people in the city, no different from the world, between the two realms of humans and ghosts."

As he spoke, the cloaked man suddenly raised his hand and pointed forward: "Look, that's the Ghost Coffin Shop. The things sold there will definitely be an eye-opener for the guest."

After saying that, he still said with a mysterious face: "But the things inside are very evil, so you should be careful."

After speaking, the cloaked man raised his head and stretched out his palm towards Xu Tong: "Sir, we are on our way, please give us some money..."

As he spoke, the man in the cloak rolled up a corner of his veil, seemingly casually, and saw that the face under the cloak looked like an evil ghost, with a huge eyeball occupying one-third of the face.

Xu Tong was stunned for a moment, then made a horrified look, took a step back like a frightened little rabbit, and took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket in panic.

Looking at the thick stack of bills in his hand, the cloaked man inadvertently raised the corners of his mouth and said to himself: "Today is another business without capital."

In fact, his trick is nothing new in the ghost market, but people will fall for it every time. After all, when ordinary people see such a horrified look, they must be scared to death when they think of being in a ghost market, and they hurriedly take out the money. Give away the money and leave.

Seeing Xu Tong holding the banknotes in his hand and flipping the numbers nervously, the corners of the cloaked man's mouth could not help but split back.

"Oh, found it!"

But at this time, Xu Tong suddenly shouted, as if he had found something, stretched out his fingers and took out a white banknote from the thick stack of banknotes, and put it in the cloaked man's hand, with a look of false alarm. He looked so excited, wiped his sweat and said, "I was scared to death. I just remembered that I brought some change with me when I went out."

The cloaked man looked at the blank piece of paper in his hand, and his voice suddenly turned gloomy: "Brother, you are not being honest. This is not the money I am talking about!!"

"Oh, this is the money you want."

Xu Tong looked like he suddenly understood. He reached out and took the money back from the cloaked man. He carefully put it in his arms and raised his hand: "If you like this money, then take it."

As he raised his hand, he suddenly saw the thick banknotes flying from his hand.

"You're crazy!!"

Seeing the money flying all over the sky, the man in the cloak screamed strangely, raised his head and stretched out his hand to grab it. Perhaps it was too hard, and the cloak on his head suddenly fell to the ground. When he looked again, he found a slender rope tying it. On his head.

"money!!"

Grabbing a handful of money in his hand, the cloaked man didn't have time to look at it carefully, so he threw himself on the ground and started picking it up. However, the fat mask on his face interfered with his vision, so he simply pulled off the mask and threw it on the ground.

As soon as the mask was thrown away and his vision became clearer, the cloaked man looked again and found that the money on the ground actually had the words Tiandi Bank printed on it.

"Underworld Coin??"

Seeing this, the corner of the cloaked man's mouth twitched a few times, and he felt evil fire in his heart: "Damn, you and I are pretending to be ghosts. I have been to the ghost market so many times, and it's not like I haven't seen ghosts before!"

Thinking of this, the cloaked man threw away the coins in his hand. When he turned around, he saw Xu Tong had picked up the mask he had thrown away and was playing with it in his hand.

Seeing his leisurely look, the cloaked man was so angry that his eyelids were twitching. When he was about to get angry, he suddenly became stunned and looked at Xu Tong blankly.

Under the shadow, Xu Tong was holding the mask in one hand, and slowly raised the other hand, tearing at his face bit by bit.

Seeing the skin being roughly torn off one after another, the cloaked man's mind went blank. When the face was completely torn open, a group of yellow tumors squirmed on the face.

It wasn't until the other person put the one-eyed mask back on his face that he turned back and asked him, "Do you think it fits just right..."

"hiss!!!"

The cloaked man has come to the ghost market more than once to sell stolen goods. Even if he encounters some dirty things, as long as he obeys the rules, these dirty things can't do anything to him.

What's more, most of the ghosts are not only not scary, but even stupid, and are often deceived.

But he had never seen such a weird scene, and the cloaked man's head suddenly felt numb. The most hateful thing was that he found that his legs were trembling a little.

"Huh?? It doesn't seem very suitable."

Xu Tong touched his face, turned around slowly, and the huge eyeball on the mask slowly moved, looking towards the cloaked man, and slowly stretched out his palm: "Your face seems to fit well. "

Hearing this, the man in the cloak turned pale, opened his mouth half-open, and trembled for a long time before finally letting out a hoarse scream: "Ghost!!"

As he spoke, he started to run on the ground. Perhaps because of his haste, he fell down several times. Finally, his foot slipped and his head hit the door of a shop, causing him to faint.

"Hey!! It's not fun."

Looking at the cloaked man knocked unconscious, Xu Tong curled his lips, thinking that people in the ghost market shouldn't be afraid of ghosts, but he fainted this time.

He slowly stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face. The resentful spirit that was originally attached to his face immediately returned to his hand and turned into a meat ball, which Xu Tong threw back into the prop book.

"Ghosts scare people to death, and people scare people to death. Little brother, you've gone too far!" A light joking voice came. Xu Tong looked back and saw a young man in black leaning against the door of the shop with a mouthful of food in his mouth. Holding a toothpick, she looked at him with her arms folded.