New White Snake Asking Immortals

It gets dark very quickly after sunset, and lights appear on the dilapidated and crooked ship. From one or two fluorescent lights at first, it becomes like a night market in just a few moments. After dark, the dilapidated ship seems to have become a lively place, with evil spirits, monsters and even monks emerging from nowhere. Ordinary people gathered towards the broken ship.

Yu frowned.

"Lying during the day and emerging at night, are we encountering a black market?"

The only thing that remains unchanged is those at the bottom of the world who are numb and waiting for death. Whether they are humans or ghosts or demons, they are waiting in a daze and numbness. Maybe they themselves don’t know what they are waiting for.

Feng Ying looked at the wasteland outside and then inside the ship.

"Let's go in and take a look. We robbed a lot of property and sold the useless rags for some usable ones."

"Wait for me. The weapon is too long and is inconvenient to carry."

Yu quickly dismantled the spear and put it into three pieces in a bag. The narrow environment in the big ship was not suitable for long weapons, leaving only two daggers for ready use.

After packing up, the two stepped into the hole in the giant ship, thinking about finding someone to ask about the ghost market.

There is another cave inside the ship, and I haven’t even taken a few steps inside.

Something flew out of a cabin that smelled heavily of alcohol. The lantern at the door shook. The gray plush figure was thrown out and rolled twice on the ground. It fell into a pile of homeless people waiting to die opposite the door, and was squatting in the corner. The ghost sucking in the incense was startled.

"How dare you cheat me into drinking when you don't have money! I'll teach you a lesson by breaking two ribs!"

The hairy-chested man who came out of the door cursed and spat at the motionless figure lying on the ground.

After looking at the two new women, he shook his head and turned back to the house.

Feng Ying instinctively clenched the knife. The cabin with the wine flag should be a tavern. The thing that was thrown out did not look like a human being. It was less than five feet tall, with gray hair and a few white patches all over its body. It was dressed in dirty clothes. Shorts, and a thin tail.

The monster lying on the ground groaned twice, struggled drunkenly and staggered back, and it was only when it turned around that it could be seen clearly.

It's actually a mouse head...

Feng Ying and Yu were a little confused. What was going on?

The drunk rat sat up with his arms, pushed away the homeless man next to him, covered his chest with his hands and spat into the tavern.

"Bah! You're pretending to be a tiger. What are you pretending to do? If I don't have the same experience as you, I'd treat my hiccups like being hit by my grandson."

Suddenly, he opened his mouth with an ugly expression.

"vomit……"

The ugly and smelly rat spirit vomited, the stinky wine mixed with the smell of some kind of food, and even the filth on the thin tail didn't care. He grunted and wiped his mouth with his paws. He skillfully used the self-spiritual victory method. It seemed that he was not the first. times.

After squirming hard and squeezing into the crowd of refugees, the rat spirit and the numb human beings slept next to each other.

"..."

Feng Ying thought for a long time and didn't know how to describe it.

"This place is really... unique."

Yu heard the words and felt deeply sad. Today was an eye-opener.

"In troubled times, people are displaced. If we are both at the bottom, why should we be divided into different races? We all suffer the same fate."

Avoiding the filth vomited by the rat spirit, the two of them continued to walk forward. When they passed the tavern, they glanced inside and saw that it was very noisy.

Those who pound the table and yell and curse, those who sit alone in the corner pretending to be superior, and those who hold wine jars and howl like ghosts.

Real ghosts cry and wolves howl, some kind of yin wine brewed from wicker and other materials. The evil ghost may be crying when he remembers the sad things in his life. The monster with a wolf head is drunk and raises his head and screams strangely. The human monk next to him points at the ghost. The curses, disgust, and crying were unpleasant, and the noise was chaotic.

At the door, you can feel the heat coming from inside, the sour smell of various creatures mixed with the smell of alcohol, and the pungent smoke from burning inferior candles.

Not far from the tavern, there should be a gambling hall, with humans, demons, and ghosts shouting crazily at the gambling table.

Unexpectedly, there are three destitute gods who have lost their priesthood and will be angry even if they lose money.

The stage next door was eerie, with big red faces and white eyes and ghosts in them. The stage was cut out of paper, and the gongs and drums were played by serious people. The audience was attentive, and most of them were ordinary people eating and waiting to die. It’s a place where gold and silver are not needed. If you want to watch a show, you can burn some paper money. And the singing skills are better than those of living people, which is very authentic.

The two of them watched with emotion.

All the forces in the fairy world and the human world have beaten their brains into dogs, but the bottom scraps have thought about it, and they have an epiphany. They simply lie down and stop playing. It is better to die in a cannon fodder pit than to live in a leisurely manner and wait to die.

The bizarre scenes inside the boat can easily make people get lost in the lake. It may seem chaotic, but in fact there are rules.

There was a mixture of creatures in the big ship, but there was no demon.

Maybe the monsters and monsters also know that demons have abnormal brains.

Keep going.

We walked through the dark passage and arrived at a place that might be a warehouse. It was very tall and spacious. The bottom of the boat was the bottom of the boat. The top of the head was the deck. Because the hull was skewed, it was awkward to stand on it. Looking around, you could see that the inside of the boat was divided into eight layers. Very much like the Colosseum.

Countless lanterns were hung from the messy ropes overhead, illuminating the cabin as brightly as daylight, and the black smoke from the candles blackened the top deck.

There were many human monsters and ghosts in the square, bustling and cheering around the iron cage in the middle.

What they saw and heard continuously refreshed their understanding. The two girls felt like local dogs entering the city, everything they saw was new.

The Colosseum erupted in cheers, and Yu smiled slightly at the familiar scene.

"There must be a fighting arena inside. I have boxed in the underground crack black market before. It was very fun."

Hearing this, Feng Ying looked at Yu with a questioning look.

Yu touched her nose awkwardly.

"Well, you know I lost my memory and just remembered some fragments."

"It doesn't matter, my memory will be restored one day."

Feng Ying had no choice but to leave everything to time.

The two of them were going to find a restaurant to fill their stomachs, and walked around the square from the outside of the crowd. When they were looking for a restaurant, they were shocked again. Even though there were monsters and ghosts in the black market, they could actually see a monk...

The old monk with a white beard has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. His monk's clothes are mended with many patches. His cloth shoes have open toes. He is very thin and his hands are rough and covered with thick calluses.

In front of the old monk are the young monks, a little boy with a ponytail and a knife, and behind him is a strong man with a long face.

There was a fat white insect lying on the little monk's shoulder.

The strange combination is incompatible with the surrounding environment. It is probably as normal as Feng Ying and Feng Ying.

The long-faced strong man looked over with emotion. Feng Ying saw his body trembling slightly, and then called the old monk and the two children to look this way.

The little monk's eyes lit up and he ran away.

"Sister Bai!"

The little stone ran up to Yu, stopped and looked confused, scratched his bald head and looked back at the old monk.

The mysterious gang surrounded Feng Ying and Yu. The boy with the knife had a blank look in his eyes. The young monk raised his body half up to look at the bug on his shoulder. The long-faced man frowned and pinched his chin the whole time. Only the old monk remained calm and kind.

"It's really similar. It just looks similar. It shouldn't have anything to do with that person."

The long-faced strong man said seriously.

The little monk nodded his head in agreement.

"The world is full of wonders, and there are too many people with similar looks."

Feng Ying silently clenched the handle of the knife. The old monk and the others were too mysterious. The young monk and the boy had very strong auras, but their long faces were stronger than all the gods and monsters they had seen before. They seemed to contain huge waves, like the earth's fire magma that could erupt at any time. , only the old monk looked ordinary and not dangerous.

The kind-hearted old monk clasped his hands together.

"It's so good, the poor monk Hui Xian."