I can't be a demon

Who said that Henglian can't be rotten.

Until the 15th of that month, Shen Lian quietly left the pawnshop.

Chapter 21 The Ghost Market of the Redeeming Ghosts

The full moon was high in the sky.

It was midnight.

Shen Lian first rushed to a remote corner of the South City District and put on the raincoat and hat that he had hidden in advance during the day to ensure that everything was safe.

Before leaving, he locked the starling in a birdcage. After all, the starling was too noisy. If he was brought into the ghost market, it would be easy to expose himself.

Shen Lian planned to keep a low profile when he went to the ghost market.

"Since the government has allowed the ghost market to exist for decades, there should be no major disasters."

Be careful all the way.

When Shen Lian went deep into the South City District, he immediately smelled the unique sour smell of mineral salt. It was hard to imagine that the snow-white tribute salt sent to the capital came from here.

And many miners have contracted stubborn diseases in order to mine mineral salt.

Coughing could be heard faintly.

Shen Lian cautiously operated the Zhulang Jin, and the medicinal food in his stomach continued to generate nutrients, which could maintain the long-term consumption of strength in disguise.

Iron cloth shirt was then used, and with the silver-white scale armor covering the vital parts, he was confident that he could escape unscathed even if he encountered a warrior.

"Haha, there are quite a lot of people." Shen Lian lowered his hat and slowed down his breathing.

There were figures nearby heading to the ghost market.

They also concealed their appearance and deliberately kept a distance of dozens of meters. Even if they had a foundation in light skills, they did not dare to show it in front of others.

Shen Lian slowed down and followed behind the crowd.

Compared with the daytime, Lantian Street at night was no longer deserted. From a distance, you could see dim candlelight looming.

After dozens of warriors entered the ghost market, they still did not make any noise.

In Shen Lian's eyes, the ghost market was a long-abandoned street.

Little did he know that the inside and outside of the ghost market were completely the yin and yang worlds.

From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, there are a large number of hideous ghosts lurking at the entrance and exit of the ghost market alone.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The ghosts are all skinny, with varying degrees of mutilation on their limbs.

It is rumored that if a mortal dies with resentment, it is difficult for his soul to reincarnate, and if he stays in the world of the living, he will become a [lonely ghost].

They are tied with iron chains around their necks, holding a plaque made of resentment together, with four words [a layer of ghost market] on it.

"Over fifty years old, I'm afraid his blood and qi have declined, it's not delicious, not delicious!"

"Warrior, there is a warrior, eat him, eat him, ah ah ah!"

"The flesh and blood of a warrior can increase your Taoism by ten years, it's delicious and nourishing!"

………

Shen Lian glanced at the doorway belatedly and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Why is the appetite so great? Is there an opportunity to gain experience in the ghost market?"

You know, the progress of the warrior profession has reached 81.4%. Once promoted, the innate horizontal training holy body will definitely be more terrifying.

Click.

The surface of the bone blade cracked, and the gap looked like a mouth full of saw teeth at first glance, and a narrow tongue licked the blade.

The lonely ghosts scattered.

They did not notice the five hundred years of demons in the bone blade, but they instinctively felt fear in their hearts and trembled on the ground.

When the lonely ghosts came to their senses, Shen Lian had disappeared in the ghost market.

Not long after Shen Lian went to the ghost market, a gray-haired woman stepped into Lantian Street, and her appearance was not covered too much.

Zhu Yihong was familiar with the road and obviously knew the truth about the ghost market.

"If there was no time to allocate supplies, the opportunity to trade in the ghost market should not be wasted on purchasing these sundries."

The existence of the ghost market is extremely special.

Not only are they spread across the 37 towns in the southern continent, but their number is also increasing as time goes by.

No one knows the source of the ghost market. Even if manpower is wasted to destroy a single ghost market, a new ghost market may rise after a few days.

The court noticed.

The ghost market is isolated by resentment, which has derived strange rules.

Living people in the ghost market become unrecognizable, as if the ghost market intends to maintain the secrecy of transactions.

The ghost market sells rare treasures, and the deeper you go into the ghost market, the rarer the rare treasures are, but... they are exchanged for life.

Because the vendors in the ghost market are greedy [ghosts who redeem money].

………

Shen Lian observed the ghost market for a while and found that the stalls were all kinds of strange, including antique calligraphy and paintings, unknown medicinal materials, and even weapons strictly prohibited by the government.

"It's dark, but the objects sold are complete."

Shen Lian stroked the bone blade on his chest.

"If I had known there was a ghost market, I wouldn't have tied an ornament that couldn't be used against enemies."

The bone blade cracked again, sticking out its tongue in indignation.

Shen Lian didn't notice the abnormality of the bone blade, but just looked at the stalls one by one, and watched the transactions of others.

All the stall owners hid in the shadows, and would only speak briefly when there was a transaction.

According to Bai Haibo, the origin of the items in the ghost market cannot be asked, and it is very likely that they have been stained with a lot of blood.

It seems that this is also the reason why the items in the ghost market are relatively cheap.

Not only are antiques cheaper than on the market, but even the prices of medicinal materials are relatively low. Wild ginseng of eighty or ninety years old is only twenty taels.

Shen Lian suppressed his appetite. The source of the bone blade's throbbing should be in the food.

But he came mainly for martial arts, and the silver and money he brought out was no more than a hundred taels.

"It's a pity that rummaging through the objects really attracts attention, otherwise I would have to identify them no matter what, and maybe I could gain experience."

Shen Lian stopped in front of a stall and vaguely saw that the stall owner in the shadows was an old man.

The old man was selling the four treasures of the study, mixed with a dozen old books, most of which were books for scholars, and there was only one secret book.

[Iron Arm Kung Fu]

As the name suggests, Iron Arm Kung Fu should be a horizontal training for the acupoints of both arms.

"It's worth the trip, it's a martial art of horizontal training."

"How much should I sell it for?"

Shen Lian pointed to the secret book, and the old man looked up and said, "Five taels, only five taels."

Even if horizontal training is hated by people, the price of five taels is definitely a sure win.

Shen Lian put the silver money where the old man could reach, and did not communicate too much with the latter. He picked up the secret book and turned away.

The old man covered his mouth and chuckled, "There's business."

He stretched out his bloodless arm, and the moment he touched the silver money, mottled blood stains appeared on the silver money, and resentment was overflowing.

The arm retracted the shadow, and the skin grew dense acne, the acne looked like copper coins, and pus dripped from it, and the ground sizzled.

What is [Ransom Ghost], spreading resentment through buying and selling.

If the money-giving ghost has a shallow level of cultivation, at most, the blood and qi will not flow smoothly after the transaction. However, if the money-giving ghost has a cultivation level of more than a hundred years, the silver or objects it handles are completely poisonous and can kill people.

However, from the fact that the living people entering the market are not seriously injured, it can be seen that the [first-level ghost market] is just a small fight, and there are no hundred-year-old money-giving ghosts.

"Hehehe."

"Since you are a martial artist, you will definitely die if you trade four times in the first-level ghost market."

The old man grinned and chuckled.

He did not continue to pay attention to Shen Lian. After all, the latter was just a martial artist. Even if he died in the ghost market, his flesh and blood would not be enough for the ghosts on the first level to share.

The real appetizer is always the warrior who thinks he can resist temptation.

Even if they can restrain their desires, once they enter and exit more than ten times, they will be dragged into the more terrifying second-level ghost market by the ghost market.

"Hmm?"

The old man suddenly widened his eyes, and a tearing pain spread all over his body. His own resentment suddenly lost part of it, and his right arm actually began to rot from the wrist.