My Experience In the Otherworldly Liver

The ghost cities around Qingshan County have a long history.

There is a ghost market every third day of the month.

Every location is different.

Every time before the market opens, a group of carts and horses will be specially hired to pull the guests into the ghost market.

If you want to get the location of these carriages, you need a special channel.

Jiejia happens to have a channel to get admission tickets.

The sky was dark, in a deserted village.

Chen Mu was wearing a hooded cloak and a black scarf on his face, wrapping himself tightly.

Next to him is a similarly dressed Jie Armor.

The two walked on the streets of the deserted village without saying a word.

There are many people setting up stalls on both sides of the road, and from time to time some people squat down and talk in low voices.

Whether it is the stall owner or the guest, they wrap themselves tightly, and speak in a low voice subconsciously.

The voices converged, like countless ghosts whispering.

"It's here." Jiejia led Chen Mu to a dilapidated house.

Chen Mu nodded to this Jie Jia, and walked into the room uneasily with the scroll in his arms.

A man wearing a ghost mask sat quietly behind a gray and white square table.

"What do the guests want to sell?" the masked man whispered.

At this point, Chen Mu no longer hesitated, and gritted his teeth and said, "I want to sell a copy of shape training."

"Please sit down." The masked man couldn't help raising his voice.

Exercise is a good thing!

"Can you show it to me?" the masked man said enthusiastically.

Chen Mu was overjoyed.

Forms are really worth the money.

Thinking so, Chen Mu put the scroll on the table and unfolded it by a third.

The masked man couldn't help but stand up: "Good painting skills!"

The more detailed and accurate the cheats, the higher the value.

Chen Mu smiled.

This is drawn with second-order drawing skills, okay?

Compared with the rough cheats outlined by those lines, my cheats can be called a collector's edition!

Such a precious secret book, it is not too much to sell him a thousand taels!

With this amount of money, I can hoard food and medicinal materials, and practice the exercises honestly at home.

I won't be afraid of ten more Shenghongs when I finish my body-building skills!

Chen Mu was fantasizing, and suddenly heard the masked man tut: "Unfortunately..."

Chen Mu's heart couldn't help beating.

"Things are good things, just..." The masked man shook his head and sighed.

"How?" Chen Mu became more and more nervous.

"Look." The masked man bent down and took out a booklet from the underground pocket next to him and handed it to Chen Mu.

Chen Mu looked up and was stunned in place.

"Shengjia Kestrel Practicing Shapes"?

Sheng?

Sheng Hong? !

fuck!

...

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Mu walked out of the broken hospital with a look of anger.

Jiejia followed closely.

The two found an abandoned shabby house and got in, Chen Mu pulled off the black scarf on his face with a bad look on his face.

"My cheap master is really cruel!"

Not only set up a pit for money.

He sold his own shape training to the bad street!

The masked man told Chen Mu that the kestrel shape training had long been famous in the ghost city.

As long as the masked person knows, there are five shops that have this practice.

"A book of shape training that is enough for a family heirloom only sold for 80 taels, do you dare to believe it?" Chen Mu was indignant.

If it weren't for his superb painting skills and more accurate content than Sheng Hong's shoddy book, he wouldn't be able to sell eighty-two!

"Go back?" Jie Jia asked calmly.

"Go back?" Chen Mu suddenly smiled: "The things are not sold out, what are you going to do when you go back?" Chen Mu took out another painting scroll from the large cloak.

"Let's go, let's sell another one." Chen Mu said cheerfully.

Jie Jia: "..." You guys are really close mentors and apprentices!

A quarter of an hour later, the two returned to the broken house again.

"One hundred and twenty taels were sold this time." Chen Mu thought thoughtfully.

This shows that my paintings still have value.

My painter is good, more accurate than Shenghong's version. It is easier for those who have bought the cheats to understand cultivation.

What is this, this is a business opportunity!

"Elder Jie, go and buy me some ink, paper, ink, and ink." Chen Mu said suddenly.

A squinted eye could not be opened.

how? Is it not enough to sell two goods? Do you still want to sell now?

"He Shenghong can sell six, why can't I sell eight?" Chen Mu glared at Jiejia.

This is called green out of blue and better than blue!

"Do you still want your two ingredients?!"

Jie Jia rolled his eyes and glanced at Chen Mu and said calmly.

"There are three forces that have been collecting various secret techniques for practicing shape for a long time."

"The eldest young master of the Zuo family privately released a message requesting the purchase of shape training."

"Zhuyi Pavilion can also include one copy."

"The Bailiu Gang in the city intends to expand, and the other party should not refuse a form of training inheritance."

Chen Mu: "..."

good guy!

If you say that, I won't be sleepy anymore!

"Go!"

...

In a corner of the ghost town, in a shabby house without a roof.

A young man in his twenties stood quietly in the room.

A white paper oil lamp hangs on the wall.

The dim candlelight flickered, shining on the other party's fair face, and it was indefinitely on and off.

After a while, a man with a grimace mask quietly walked into the room and said with joy, "Young Master Zuo, wait for a long time. This is what you want."

As he spoke, he unfolded a picture scroll.

The young man stared at the picture scroll, his face could not help changing: "What a skilled painter!".

"This is the secret book of kestrel shape training." The ghost-faced man warmly introduced.

"My secret book is different from other families. They are all shoddy and inferior products."

"Look at this painter, and look at this detailed record. With such a secret book, why can't you practice the art of shape?"

While listening to this person's introduction, Young Master Zuo looked at the picture scroll, and the more he looked, the more strange his expression became.

"As long as one thousand taels, you only need to give me one thousand taels, and this shape training technique that can be handed down is yours."

"Think about it, with this book of shape training, can't your Zuo family be able to inherit the family by martial arts? This world is getting more and more chaotic, and only those with big fists can speak. Are you right?"

"You're right." Zuo Young Master looked back with emotion.

"Then this payment..." The ghost-faced man was overjoyed.

Form training is not an ordinary martial art, and mistakes can make people useless.

This kind of secret recipe, which is marked down to the changes in muscle lines, is invaluable!

Fortunately, the fool who sold the cheats didn't know the market, and fortunately, the kestrel training was sold to the bad street, and he dismissed the guy in three or two sentences.

80 taels are collected, and 1,000 taels are sold. This business is very profitable!

Master Zuo clicked his tongue: "Unfortunately..."

The ghost face jumped.

"Things are good things, just..." Master Zuo shook his head.

"How..." The ghost-faced man was full of tension, why did he feel that this scene seemed familiar?

Master Zuo sighed and took out a scroll from the pocket on the wall.

The sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger, and a bad premonition hit the ghost face.

Master Zuo silently unfolded the scroll.

A row of lifelike little people came into view, and next to it was a column of elegant characters - real kestrel training.

Ghost-faced man: "..."

fuck!

Is this the treatment that practitioners should have?

One by one, are they all doing wholesale? !