Flash marriage to the underworld boss, the queen of metaphysics is sweet and wild

Soon, the day for the ghost market to open came.

Feng Ce and Wen Qi parked the RV in a very busy underground parking lot. They arranged a defensive barrier, closed the curtains, pretended to be sleeping, and hid under the quilt together.

Feng Ce opened the door of the ghost market, and the two of them went in hand in hand, followed by the kid in green and Taotie.

As for covering up the aura of the living soul, Wen Qi didn't need to worry at all. As long as she stayed with Feng Ce, even if a ghost discovered that she was a living soul, he wouldn't dare to chase her unless the ghost got impatient.

Stepping through the door, the scene in front of me changed rapidly, from darkness to gloom, with misty mist filling the surrounding area.

Qing Yi took Xiaogui and Taotie to say goodbye to the two of them, and went shopping by herself. She only made an appointment to come back here before dawn.

Wen Qi waved her hands to them and then realized that her clothes had turned into the same black double-breasted robe as Feng Ce's, and she also had a black mask that fit perfectly on her face.

Wen Qi touched her face, "Did you do it?"

Feng Ce nodded, "People in the underworld like to visit the ghost market. If I cover it a little, even if they recognize me, they won't come to disturb us."

Wen Qi couldn't help laughing, "Keep a low profile."

Feng Ce also smiled, "Yes, today is mainly for shopping."

The bright green area ahead is the ghost market. There is also a stone tablet at the entrance of the ghost market, with four big characters written on it - trading market.

Wen Qi finished reading and said, "Have you brought any money?"

Feng Ce took her hand and walked inside, "The ghost market only accepts barter, no money."

"Ah." Wen Qi changed the question, "Then did you bring anything?"

Feng Ce laughed and said, "I'll take it with me. Just go shopping in peace and tell me what you like."

Wen Qi smiled and nodded, "I wonder if they are here. There are ghosts everywhere. How can we find them?"

"Try your luck. If you can't find us, just go shopping alone." Feng Ce selfishly didn't want to be found, otherwise he wouldn't have changed Wen Qi's outfit and put a mask on her. If he wanted to keep a low profile, he could just wear it himself. alright.

Wen Qi sighed, "This is the only way."

The ghost market was like the ancient market she had seen on TV. There were stalls on both sides of the road with eye-catching goods, and there were more novelties in the shops at the back.

Wen Qi visited the ghost market for the first time and found everything interesting. She pointed to the steaming pot on the roadside and said, "What is that? The ghost market still sells food?"

Feng Ce glanced at it and said quietly: "Eyeball soup."

Wen Qi turned her head silently, "There are people selling masks over there, let's go and take a look?"

The masks in the ghost market are different from the masks in the human world. The masks in the human world are all mysterious, but the masks in the ghost market are all made to look like human faces. They are so lifelike that at first glance they look like they are hanging all over the house. head.

"Eh?" Wen Qi looked at a woman's mask and said, "Is this Tan Jingjing?!"

The shop owner was a hanged man. Hearing this, he came over with a long tongue, "Yes, yes! It's Tan Jingjing, the popular singer in the world. As long as you wear her mask, I guarantee that your return rate will exceed 200%!"

Wen Qi laughed, "Is Tan Jingjing so popular with ghosts?"

The shop owner said, "That's right, the masks in our store completely follow the trend, and we will make them for those who are popular. We will never deceive customers with outdated items!"

Wen Qi looked over one by one and actually saw a few celebrities that he often saw on his mobile phone. "There are also the masks of all the palace masters. Why are there not those of the Sifang Ghost Emperor and the Fengdu Emperor?"

"Oh, please keep your voice down." The shop owner looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Even if we dare to do those things, no one would dare to wear them!"

Wen Qi couldn't help laughing, "Okay, how do I change this mask?"

"The main thing is to collect the fabrics for the incense candles. The other things will depend on what you get."

Feng Ce asked quietly: "Incense candle."

The boss smiled, "One mask and one incense candle."

"How many do you want?"

Wen Qi looked around, shook her head and said, "Forget it, there's nothing I like. I want Emperor Fengdu's."

The boss's eyes suddenly changed, and his aura became gloomy. "Why don't you buy it for so much? Are you looking for trouble?"

Wen Qi was surprised, "Are you bringing someone who buys and sells by force?" She became excited, "Does that mean we can also rob?"

The boss's expression froze and he felt something was wrong. The next second, a fist harder than the rocks on the shore of Huangquan fell on his face.

The boss lay down on the ground with a clang, stiff and stiff.

Wen Qi clapped her hands and said, "Let's go, let's go to other stores."

Feng Ce followed him without even looking at the hanged man on the ground. Who could he mess with, but his wife? It was the greatest kindness not to let him lose his mind on the spot.

The next store is a bone jewelry store, it’s really all bones! Everything is made from bones! Skeleton table lamps, rib bookcases, hand bone brackets...there is nothing you can't think of, and there is nothing you can't find in this store.

Wen Qi had a worldly look on her face, and finally exchanged three incense candles for a rib bookshelf. It was a small desktop bookshelf that could hold up to six books. If you look closely, it's actually quite artistic.

"Can you store it temporarily? We can pick it up when we come back." Wen Qi asked the shop owner. It was inconvenient to carry a bookshelf while shopping.

The shop owner was very talkative and agreed immediately, "I'll put it on the shelf at the door. You can pick it up yourself when you come back. You don't need to tell me."

Wen Qi smiled and thanked her, then went out and turned into a shop selling yellow paper, "This paper..."

"The customer has good eyesight!" The shop owner immediately came over to introduce, "The raw material of this paper is weeds on the Huangquan Bank. It has been made into yellow paper after multiple processes. The quality is absolutely superb!"

Wen Qi touched it carefully and found the soul power without attributes on the yellow paper. Using this kind of paper to write talismans would definitely get twice the result with half the effort! She asked: "How do you sell this paper?"

"One incense candle." The shopkeeper said nervously: "A bundle!"

Wen Qi looked at him in surprise.

The shop owner became even more nervous, "This is definitely a conscientious price, and it can't be cheaper! I do it all by myself. I pick and wash the grass, and I also have to beat, filter and dry it... it's very time-consuming!"

Wen Qi asked: "How much is a bundle?"

The shop owner immediately picked up a palm-thick pile of A4 paper and said, "That's it!"

Wen Qi took a deep breath and said, "How many pieces of paper do you have? I want them all!"

"Ah?" The shop owner was stunned for a second, and then ran into the shop happily, "Wait a moment, I have more!"

Wen Qi turned to look at Feng Ce, "Is there enough incense and candles?"

Feng Ce didn't expect this to happen, "...the incense candles are not enough, there are other things that can be replaced."

Wen Qi felt reassured and said, "That's good." Such a good piece of paper wouldn't cost hundreds of dollars a piece in the world, right? You can buy a bunch of incense candles at the ghost market! Isn't this just like picking it up for free? What a deal!

The ghost market is such a great place!

Soon, the store manager came out with piles of paper, "It's exactly a hundred piles. I've made so many in total, and I haven't sold any of them."

Wen Qi looked at the papers on the floor and asked, "Can I store it?"

When Wen Qi came out of the store, she was extremely happy, her eyes were bright and she was humming a cheerful song.

Feng Ce couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, "Why are you so happy?"

Wen Qi's voice was filled with excitement, "I saved a lot of money!"

Thinking of the amount of yellow paper, Feng Ce couldn't help but nod. He suspected that the ghost just now didn't even know how good he had made. When he finds out, I'm afraid he will regret his death.

Thinking of this, Feng Ce directly contacted the people who maintained order and asked them to send all the yellow paper and rib bookshelf to Fengdu Hall. It would be bad if the shop owner regretted it, but... he could also make appropriate compensation.

The shop owner has good skills. You can ask him if he is willing to work as a technical consultant in the paper mill.

Wen Qi was unaware of all this. She was completely immersed in the fun of treasure hunting.

Not long after walking around, a group of ghosts came towards me.

Wen Qi was stunned, "What is that?"

Feng Ce explained: "The tradition of the ghost market is that hundreds of ghosts parade through the streets. It is officially organized. The ghosts parading in the streets will scatter ghost coins."

Wen Qi tutted, "The underworld is pretty good at playing."

After standing on the roadside and watching for a while, the two of them continued walking down and watched a very realistic shadow puppet show, as well as a fried ghost performing in a pot on the roadside. Thousands of arrows pierced their hearts.

Wen Qi exclaimed and felt pain at the same time. The ghost was blown into a golden color! The one that was pierced through the heart was pricked like a hedgehog! For this visual impact, I must reward two incense candles!

Walking over, Wen Qicai asked: "Are they serious?"

Feng Ce gave her a strange look, "Of course not. Just like Yangjian, everyone has their own skills."

Wen Qi: ...could the group of ghosts who performed just now still be the same group from the underworld, right? !