After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The two soon entered the ghost market.

In an instant, a sense of weirdness and mystery came over me. Under the dim light, the market was bustling with people. Stalls were standing on both sides of the street, and shouts were audible. It was as prosperous as any other ordinary market.

However, the items displayed on the stalls cannot be seen in the light, and one has to be overly cautious when buying.

Wen Ranyan's eyes fell on the various stalls. The ghost market had a wide variety of goods. She only took a quick look and felt that there were many things she wanted to buy.

Especially poisonous substances and insects.

Feng Qiwu obviously came to the ghost market for something, but he was not in a hurry at all. "If you like it, you can buy it. It's still early anyway."

He was leaning against the entrance of the alley, wearing a dark red brocade robe that was very ostentatious. His aura was suppressed, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked lazy and casual.

The implication is that the real show has not yet begun.

Wen Ranyan did not refuse at all. Knowing that he knew his limits, she strolled around with great interest.

She had never been to the ghost market before, but now was a rare trip here. She bought all the poisonous creatures and insects that caught her eye at first sight. These were her favorite things, and she stuffed them all into her sleeves after buying them so that they didn't take up any space at all.

Feng Qiwu followed lazily behind her with her hands behind her back, her red dress swaying in the wind. The mint scent on her body blended into the wind, exuding a hint of coolness.

"What about you?" Wen Ranyan seemed to be fully loaded. She turned her head and looked at Feng Qiwu with a smile, "Why don't you buy some things while it's still early?"

Feng Qiwu glanced around casually, his expression indifferent, not appreciating the myriad of good things, "There is nothing missing at home."

"That's right." Wen Ranyan glanced at him with interest.

They are all emperors, and everything in the world is in their hands, so naturally they have nothing to lack.

The moon is at its zenith, crows are perched on branches, and it is windless and quiet all around.

In the market, white lanterns are hung high, and the light they emit is as white as moonlight, mottled on the ground. People's shadows are elongated, and when they walk, the light and shadows are intertwined and the claws and fangs are bared, giving a sense of hideousness and weirdness.

It’s worthy of being called a ghost market.

Feng Qiwu rolled up her sleeves and whispered in Wen Ranyan's ear, "We are tired of shopping here, let's go somewhere else.

Wen Ranyan glanced to the side and saw his picturesque profile. He had excellent bone structure and a faint smile condensed on the corners of his eyes. He looked like he had some bad intentions.

"Let's go. I want to see what you are up to." Her curiosity was aroused again.

To keep the suspense like this, it must be a very good show.

Feng Qiwu raised her thin lips, and the smile in her eyes seemed to be sharp.

Julefang is the largest den of money in the ghost market. It is a great place for romance with beautiful women and elegant guests. It is also a casino where people linger and wealthy customers spend huge sums of money. They can go to heaven or hell in a single thought.

"What a great place." Wen Ranyan half-jokingly said, "Did you bring me here to have fun?"

Feng Qiwu smiled without saying a word, and was unfathomable.

Julefang is a huge venue, facing the sky on all sides. Countless crimson tulle hangs down from the tall buildings, making it look charming and hazy. On the central round stage, graceful dancers are dancing on drums, wearing light tulle and dancing charmingly, attracting applause from the guests.

On the other side, a beauty is sitting on the table, holding the dice cup and shaking it gently, with her long legs crossed and her charming figure, making all the rich customers willing to place their bets.

The land of gentleness, the place of wealth, the land of bliss.

There was a beauty holding a wine jug and trying to get close to him, but Feng Qiwu didn't even look at her and walked into the tall building. "There are many dignitaries here, so it's very convenient to get information, and it's also the least likely to be discovered if you do something else secretly. It's really a good place."

His smiling voice came from the gauze, blending into the laughter and joy, and his emotions were difficult to discern.

Wen Ranyan raised her foot and followed, confusion rising and falling in her eyes.

From what he said, this place is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and there are hidden mysteries hidden inside.

"Surround it up."

Outside Julefang, a group of people dressed in black, with long swords hanging from their waists, quietly dispersed in the thick darkness, in a sharp, solemn and orderly manner.

It was like a gust of cold wind blowing by, and within a cup of tea it was like a wild beast lurking in the dark, leaving no sound or trace.

Inside Julefang, Wen Ranyan paused slightly and couldn't help but look around.

What she saw was still the decadent scene of wine and women, but she always felt that there seemed to be an undercurrent of wind and rain slowly spreading in the darkness, and troops were being deployed in a hurry, and all the joy and debauchery seemed to be an illusion.

"Why don't you leave?" Feng Qiwu stood in front of a door, looking at her with a smile.

Wen Ranyan lifted her skirt and climbed the stairs, smiling sweetly, "I just felt that the good show was about to start, and I couldn't help but look at the prosperity a little longer. I always felt that it would be interrupted in a moment."

"You're really sharp." Feng Qiwu chuckled.

He knocked lightly three times on the door in front of him, and instantly, a hypocritical and seductive voice came into his ears.

"Come in."

Feng Qiwu pushed the door open and walked in, followed closely by Wen Ranyan.

As the two approached, the door behind them suddenly closed automatically without any wind.

Both of them were calm and composed, and Wen Ranyan had more time to look around.

The room was paved with pearls, as bright as day, and there was a winding red carpet. A woman in a dark gilded gauze dress was lying on a nanmu chair. Her face was covered with a veil, her legs were crossed, and she was holding a pipe, puffing out smoke with her eyes half closed.

The smell of tobacco was lingering and a bit choking.

Hearing the footsteps, the woman raised her eyebrows and smiled charmingly, "Why are you two guests here in my room instead of having fun outside?"

Wen Ranyan didn't know the reason and wisely kept silent.

"Of course, I want to do business with the owner." Feng Qiwu sat face to face with her, his clothes folded on the ground like clouds. He raised his eyebrows and smiled elegantly, as if he was a guest seeking pleasure.

Liu Se was the owner of Julefang. Hearing his arrogant words, he laughed with disdain.

Do business?

This business is not something that can be done casually. You can tell at first glance that they are two outsiders who know nothing.

"My business is not something that anyone can do." With a bend of Liuse's fingertips, the tightly closed door suddenly opened, as if intending to drive the guest away.

Feng Qiwu took it calmly. He clenched his five fingers on the table, then opened them again and made a nonchalant gesture.

Seeing this, Liu Se smiled happily and closed the door again.

She suppressed her arrogance and said with a serious smile, "Since you are a distinguished guest, then the deal is done. I wonder what you two want us to deliver?"

Wen Ranyan understood a little from their few words.

It turned out that Julefang was secretly engaged in the business of transporting goods, but these goods could also be transported by the escort agency, so why go to so much trouble?

Unless it's something shameful, there's no need to be so sneaky.

Now, whatever has alarmed Feng Qiwu to take action must be someone secretly transporting stolen silver or military supplies.

Feng Qiwu clasped his hands together and leaned forward slightly. "I want to transport a batch of arms. Can your Julefang deliver it?"

The light of the pearls reflected in his eyes, making his pupils look like ice, his brows like blades, and the curve of his lips filled with interest.

His tone was neither hurried nor slow, and there was a sinister and dangerous air about him, which was very intimidating.

The room was originally warm and cozy, but now the atmosphere suddenly turned cold, as if it was frozen three feet thick.

Liu Se frowned, as if a thorn was stabbed in the back and his back was soaked.

"Why don't you speak?"

Feng Qiwu smiled aggressively.