Merchant of the Underworld

As the man in the fake T-shirt screamed, the strength of its three hands weakened at the same time. I seized the opportunity and hurriedly took out all the talismans in my pocket and slapped it on it.

These charms are the most successful ones I have drawn in the past few months. They are very powerful. The moment they were photographed, a dazzling fire flashed out, and then the man in the fake T-shirt let out a cry!

I saw it clearly through a brief bright light, and found that it was really a monster. The upper body was covered with arms, densely forming a circle, a bit like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. The part above the neck is the centipede's head, with two thumb-thick antennae growing on it.

It seems that this is a centipede spirit that has failed in cultivation. Thinking that I was holding one of the centipede spirit's claws just now, my stomach couldn't help but churn! Fortunately, after it was hit by my magic talisman, its body began to burn and it was unable to catch up.

After getting rid of the centipede spirit, I grabbed the Emei thorn tied to my waist with lingering fear and became even more vigilant. After a while, the voice of Zen Master Baimei suddenly came from below: "Little donor, lend me your Emei thorn."

I couldn't see his position clearly in the dark, but he must have encountered something dirty when he asked me for help. I was about to throw the Emei thorn down subconsciously, but suddenly I thought of the words of the man in the T-shirt: No matter what anyone's voice is, ignore it. !

Just now, I was just in a hurry and lost my sense of proportion. After thinking about what the man in the T-shirt said, I realized that the thing here was no match for Zen Master Baimei. How could he ask me for help?

In order to prevent me from being confused again, I simply spit out the essence and blood on the Emei thorn, completely releasing its power and then kept swinging it, while at the same time reciting the "Tao Te Ching" over and over in my mouth.

As the "Tao Te Ching" began to take effect, my mood became calmer and calmer, and there were no more weird sounds in my ears. Gradually, there was a glimmer of light in my sight, and before I could react what was going on, I sat down on the ground.

This hit knocked me upside down. When I regained my composure, I stood up and saw that Zen Master Baimei and the man in the T-shirt were not far from me, each patting the dirt on their bodies.

I quickly went up to them and asked if they were okay. The man in the T-shirt looked at me with contempt and deliberately said to Zen Master Baimei: "Look at how powerful he is now. He has time to worry about both of us..."

Zen Master Baimei laughed after hearing this, patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's just fine. It's our fault that we didn't remind you before."

I scratched my head in embarrassment, but I was very happy. The T-shirt man in the past never joked, and kept a cold face 24 hours a day. It seems that since he settled the grudge with his father-in-law, he has gradually opened up his heart, which is a good thing.

Then I looked around and found that we were standing at the entrance of a village. From a distance, the buildings in the entire village were all antique, with many small black flags floating in the air, and signboards whistling in the wind.

Looking along the path, there are people in ancient costumes passing through the village from time to time, and there are even people riding tall horses knocking on the door from door to door to announce something, the whole thing is like a costume drama.

"Stop looking, these are not living people!"

Just when I was fascinated by the sight and was about to go up and take a photo with these people in ancient costumes, the man in the T-shirt suddenly poured cold water on me. I suddenly came back to my senses and weakly put my phone away.

Then the man in the T-shirt told me that although most of the monsters here are monsters, they also have their own rules and will never take the initiative to cause trouble to living people during the market opening period. They even take the initiative to help living people in order to maintain the normal operation of the trade fair.

It is precisely this way that some brave people living in Fengdu come to participate in the transaction every year, taking advantage of the convenient location to buy some gadgets from the ghosts, and return to the human world to resell them to antique dealers.

"You must have participated in such occasions. Have you found any treasures?"

The t-shirt man’s story made me feel very fresh. I was more and more looking forward to the upcoming trade fair and couldn’t help but gossip.

The man in the T-shirt smiled and said that he had indeed participated in the ghost market several times, but every time he came to look for things that were useful to him, and he never took anything from the ghost for profit. Having said this, he did not forget to give me a shot, saying that some things are hard to come by, and the implication was that he might not find the Mermaid Tears here.

"Oh, just take it one step at a time!"

In fact, he doesn’t need to tell me, I can figure it out myself. If everything could come true, our industry would have no room for survival.

Seeing my reaction, the man in the T-shirt nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "A friend of mine once used a year's worth of blessings in exchange for a bowl from the ghost king in the ghost market. When he returned, he found that it turned out to be a bowl. Only authentic Yuan blue and white! Later, it was featured on CCTV’s treasure hunt program, but he told experts that it was passed down from his family.”

The man in the T-shirt smiled lightly when he said this and asked me to guess how much that bowl is worth? I thought about it and gave it a thumbs up, because the market value of genuine blue and white pieces from the Yuan Dynasty was between 8 million and 10 million.

"That's ten."

The man in the T-shirt said calmly, and I took a breath after hearing this, because he would not joke about this kind of thing, but what kind of bowl can be worth 100 million?

"It's a bowl used by the Mongolian royal family. Ogedei Khan took this bowl to eat when he went to the European continent. Later, when Temujin was critically ill, Ogedei Khan used this bowl again when he returned. Temujin made a bowl of medicine."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but click his tongue, and I shook my head too, thinking that if people were lucky, there would really be no reason to argue. Who would have thought that an ordinary-looking bowl could be related to these two talented people?

But the man in the T-shirt then went on to say that because his friend suddenly became a nouveau riche, he suffered the jealousy of other colleagues and was eventually brutally killed, leaving him with nothing. At the end of the sentence, he spread his hands helplessly: "So, a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. Living your life in a down-to-earth manner is better than anything else."

I nodded seriously, what I said was true.

While we were talking, we walked into the village. Sure enough, as the man in the T-shirt said before, most of the little ghosts acted as if we didn't exist. Even those who responded were with a welcoming gesture. For the first time, I felt like a ghost. It's not that scary either.

Both sides of the road are full of restaurants, restaurants, shops, and inns. The man in the T-shirt took us to an inn with ease. The boss was wearing a shroud and sitting at the front desk. When he saw the man in the T-shirt, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He came up to us and said respectfully: "First year, we are here again this year. Are we still following the old rules?"

The man in the T-shirt also nodded slightly. It seemed that he was a regular customer here. Then the boss took us upstairs and gave us three rooms next to each other. However, the man in the T-shirt was afraid that I would be in danger alone. I was asked to live with him, while Zen Master Baimei lived next door to us.

"Is this boss a human or a ghost?" I couldn't help but ask after the boss left.

Because the boss's movements and demeanor were clearly that of a living person, but he was wearing a shroud. The man in the T-shirt seemed to have figured out what I was thinking, and explained: "This boss is a smart man. Wearing a shroud can win the favor of the little devils."

I couldn't help but feel happy after hearing this, and thought to myself that he was quite good at doing as the Romans do, and he really risked his life just to make money.

But this was their choice, so I didn’t say anything else.