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Bai Feifei and his colleague Guichai were sitting by the window on the second floor of the tavern. The two of them had a glass of wine and each other had a drink.Lie on the table and fell asleep.

Bai Feifei looked downstairs.

A row of long white lanterns floated on both sides of the street below, up and down, and ghosts shuttled in front of the stalls, shoulder to shoulder, and the atmosphere was lively.

The ghost market night market is one of the biggest events in this underworld.

The ghosts with jobs, those ghosts who were unable to reincarnate in the dead city because they died unjustly or were buried after death, and there were also some little demons and gods from the demon world and the fairy world. They all gather here.

Buying and selling, magic weapon of the Three Realms or Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass, bartering, no deception.

Bai Feifei was not interested.

"Mr. Bai, would you like to go down and have a look?"

"Prince Bi is very polite. I don't know what is the purpose of the special invitation to come down here for a while?"

In vain, the lord of the dead city, King Bian, was haunted by ghosts. His surname was Bi, so the ghost messengers called him King Bi in private.

"Mr. Bai, do you still remember how long you have been working with Fifth Brother?"

"Since I became conscious, I have no memory at all. If you count from the first day of taking office to the present, it is estimated that it has been more than ten years."

Bai Feifei looked at the smiling King Bian Cheng, who refilled him a glass of wine.

"That's right. The king has forgotten it, and it's been so long. Then, Mr. Bai, has he thought about finding those lost memories?"

Bai Feifei reached out to take it, and drank it down in one gulp.

"I never thought about it."

When King Biancheng saw him like this, he just smiled and didn't say much. He took out something from his bosom and said, "This is what I exchanged with the Dragon Prince when I went to the Dragon Palace for a banquet. If Mr. Bai changes his mind in the future , so I took this thing to the world. It might be possible to solve the mystery."

Bai Feifei looked at him suspiciously, the famous smiling tiger of King Biancheng, like the King of Wheels, had the temperament of fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

Bai Feifei really didn't dare to accept what he gave.

"Thank you, King Bi, but it's no small matter to go to the human world, except for the black and white impermanence of the seductive messenger, who is just a ghost in the lower area, how can he enter and leave the human world at will?"

King Bian Cheng pulled Bai Feifei's hand and stuffed it into his hand, saying, "What's the problem? Mr. Bai, go and beg my stern and selfless fifth brother, King Yama will do it, hahaha..."

After that, he laughed, turned around and floated down towards the window, got into the ghost gathering, and disappeared.

The ghosts below are busy trading and playing around, and they don't know anything about the dead castellan passing by.

Bai Feifei carefully looked at the object in his hand. It was a small bronze mirror, the size of a palm, with exquisite workmanship. The back of the mirror was inlaid with gemstones of various colors, which was really beautiful.

I took a picture of myself, and there was a lotus face, melon-seeded face with willow leaf eyebrows, a nose like a gall, a mouth like a cherry, a pair of watery autumn pupils, looking bright.

It's not interesting, who is this little boy, he curled his lips, walked behind his fellow ghost guards and took a picture, only to see a skeleton appeared in the mirror after a burst of water mist, and the skeleton was sleeping soundly at this time.

Huh?It was only then that Bai Feifei felt the beauty of this mirror, it was really a treasure.It seems that King Biancheng is quite sincere this time.

He hastily picked up the mirror.

After the ghost messenger colleagues woke up, the two returned to Fengdu City together.

Pushing open his own house, stepping into the door, he saw his master, His Highness Yama, the Fifth Highness, sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, bathed in the cold moonlight, slowly drinking tea alone.