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Wang Xiaoming felt a chill in his heart, as if suddenly standing naked in the snow, even his nerves of reaction were instantly frozen.

The fresh excitement of entering the ghost market for the first time seemed to be blown away by the cold wind, Wang Xiaoming's lips trembled twice, and he pulled out a weak smile.

Lu Xiaolu was also taken aback by Wang Xiaoming's reaction, and quickly went to hold him back, a bit regretful if his expression just now was too fierce.

He was only concerned about Wang Xiaoming's slowness just now, but he forgot how much psychological pressure Wang Xiaoming had when he suddenly got the Pixiu Eye.

In fact, Wang Xiaoming never said anything, but both Lu Xiaolu and Zhong Yi knew that Wang Xiaoming was very uneasy all the time, and Gu Bicai's cat demon made his uneasiness even more concrete.

It took Wang Xiaoming a while to regain consciousness, and waved to Lu Xiaolu, indicating that he was fine.

He knew that Pixiu's eyes were a dream for many ghosts, even people, and it was precisely to prevent him from being treated as a living target that Zhong Yi made him a little green hat...

correct!Little green hat!

Wang Xiaoming pressed his head reflexively.

The hat was still firmly on his head.

He really felt the rough texture of the hat in his hand, and Wang Xiaoming unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he feel his heart beating violently.

But it was incredible, after knowing that the hat was still on his head, Wang Xiaoming calmed down instead.

He should not have been exposed.

The handmade Emperor Zhong Yi has never missed anything. Although Zhong Yi is dragged to death, but for some reason, Wang Xiaoming just believes that there is nothing wrong with what he makes-even to the present position, Zhong Yi is out of a Wang Xiaoming and Lu Xiaolu hardly objected to the position of the invisible leader and any decision he made.

Probably because Zhong Yi's proud and complacent attitude is so natural that people forget to question him.

The same goes for this little green hat.

Zhong Yi clearly said that wearing this hat, he and Lu Xiaolu should look no different, and the aura of Pixiu's eyes will be covered.

If Pixiu's eye is really such a sought-after thing, then Gu Bicai's half-dead cat demon can feel it, and the ghosts in the ghost city must also be able to feel it.

But so far, except for the weird man just now, no one has paid him and Lu Xiaolu a second look.

This means that the little green hat is valid.

But why was that person just now an exception?

Lu Xiaolu obviously thought of the same question as him.

For Zhong Yi, Lu Xiaolu worshiped even more blindly than Wang Xiaoming, and he would not doubt the function of the little green hat.

Could it be that the guy just now was really not a person, but he was attracted by Wang Xiaoming's physique?

If so, it's no big deal.

Although Wang Xiaoming has a universal physique, he is not someone who can say that his upper body is upper body.

Firstly, apart from Wang Dazhuang's vigilance almost engraved into his bones and blood to form an instinct, besides Wang Dazhuang's command from ear to ear, and secondly, now that Wang Xiaoming also has the ability to summon generals, he can somewhat protect himself.

Moreover, it is not so easy for a dove to occupy a magpie's nest unless the person concerned is voluntary or extremely weak.

Wang Xiaoming is in high spirits now, and conflicts are strictly prohibited in the ghost market, so there is no need to worry about ghosts taking the house forcibly.

This was also the main reason why Zhong Yi was relieved to act separately from them even though the ghost market was chaotic.

It is one thing to know in my heart, but this feeling of becoming a Tang monk still makes Wang Xiaoming feel awkward and uncomfortable.

Wang Xiaoming stood there thinking wildly for a while, and suddenly felt his arm was touched.

He looked up blankly, but woke up immediately.

Lu Xiaolu who was standing beside him was gone!

How could Lu Xiaolu disappear?

They've been together all this time, and they were discussing issues with sticky notes just now!

Wang Xiaoming turned around twice, trying to find Lu Xiaolu, but found that none of the people around him was Lu Xiaolu who was carrying a big bag.

Where did Lu Xiaolu go? !

He wouldn't suddenly abandon him and run away alone for no reason. Could it be that something happened in the short minute just now, and he didn't feel it?

This is not an ordinary place, but a ghost market—although Gu Bicai said that there is no conflict in the ghost market, but Lu Xiaolu is an ordinary person after all, what if something unexpected happens?

No, no, as long as Lu Xiaolu doesn't go out of the ghost market, he shouldn't be bullied by fierce ghosts... Many ordinary people often go to the ghost market, and they are basically safe and sound.

Wang Xiaoming walked back for a while, but he didn't find the mountaineering bag, so he turned back to look for it, and all the people around him were silent and hunched figures, none of them were like Lu Xiaolu, carrying the big bag on their backs, looking energetic Vigorous appearance.

what to do?Could it be that the ghost market was too crowded, he was in a daze just now, and Lu Xiaolu walked forward without paying attention?

Wang Xiaoming walked aimlessly along the ghost market, trying to find Lu Xiaolu, and accidentally saw the store they entered first.

The one who held a dream.

The customers in the store were still queuing up, and the boss was still eating, his cheeks bulging.

Strange beasts like the nightmare can be seen in the ghost city.

Wang Xiaoming stared at the nightmare for a while, and suddenly his eyes widened.

right!Nightmare!

The nightmare is a strange beast, and its ability is to devour dreams.

It uses its own ability to eat the requests of the guests in the ghost market, and then puts these requests into the dreams of people in the world——

At that time, Lu Xiaolu asked him what Di Ting was selling!

How could he not have thought of it!

Di Ting is a divine beast who understands the world, learns from good and evil, and listens to the virtuous and the foolish.

In modern society, shouldn't this be the ability of the media?

Wang Xiaoming turned around quickly, ignoring the damp and slippery green bricks under his feet, and quickly walked back the way he came.

I don't know how many newspapers and books there are in the ghost market, but...

They saw it when they first came in.

Wang Xiaoming saw the store from a distance.

This store is near the gatehouse, and it looks dilapidated and deserted like the ones next to it.

Wang Xiaoming hesitated outside, then pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered, Wang Xiaoming was choked by the dust in the air and sneezed a few times.

Old books are easy to breed dust. Judging from the air here, most of the books in the store have not been turned over for a long time.

The storefront is very small, somewhat cramped, Wang Xiaoming passed the tall bookshelf sideways, and couldn't help but look at the books on it.

Most of the books on the bookshelf had blank spines, only the lower rows had characters, but those characters were so primitive that Wang Xiaoming didn't recognize a few of them after reading it for a long time.

Standing in this store, Wang Xiaoming will have a weird illusion, as if the store has been abandoned for a long time - it is not easy to do this in a ghost market, because most of the stores look a bit dilapidated.

There was a sound from the counter, and Wang Xiaoming was startled.

Under the old wooden frame, something that looked like a mouse jumped out quickly, and quickly ran back into the darkness.

Apart from this, there was no movement in the store.

Wang Xiaoming probed inside and found that the store was very shallow, only as deep as the storefront, and there was no door at the back.

Such a pattern is very strange, and ordinary houses are not made so shallow.

Wang Xiaoming has only seen one kind of house that is so shallow, and that is the paper house.

Paper houses are usually just for show, the back wall can be seen from the gate at a glance, and it looks very flat from the side.

Wang Xiaoming hesitated for a while, then carefully turned behind the counter.

The musty smell in the counter was even worse, and there was only room for a wooden chair with the armrests made very high.

Wang Xiaoming supported the wooden chair, stared at the armrest for a while, then looked up.

A rope hangs directly above the counter, and under the rope is a delicate fringe, hanging on it at a level.

Wang Xiaoming probed to look outside the door, and there was still coming and going outside, quietly.

He stood on the wooden chair as quietly as possible and tugged on the rope.

Before the movement stopped, an old and difficult voice sounded in the store.

Squeak.

The kind of creaking sound that often appeared on TV, after listening to it, was particularly harsh in the quiet store. Wang Xiaoming quickly jumped off the chair vigilantly, but still got dust on his head.

Luckily wearing a hat.

Wang Xiaoming pressed his hat and looked up. There was a small escalator on the ceiling, which was on the other side of the ceiling trapdoor. When the door was pulled down, the escalator would also be lowered.

But this escalator is very short and hangs in the air.

Wang Xiaoming only hesitated for two seconds before stepping back on the chair.

His physical strength was not as good as Zhong Yi and Lu Xiaolu's, but his agility was not bad. He hooked the last section of the escalator and slowly lifted it up.

It seemed to be a dark attic above, Wang Xiaoming grabbed the door and slowly climbed up.

This place is almost as narrow as the one below, but there is a protruding arcade area on the second floor, but things are also mixed and crowded.

Wang Xiaoming patted the ashes on his knees, and took out his mobile phone to illuminate.

The attic was darker than the outside, and he could only see twenty centimeters away.

Wang Xiaoming adjusted the flashlight function of the mobile phone to the brightest and turned inside.

The top is covered with dusty shelves, the dust is so thick that ten catties can be swept away, and the innermost part is a large black vat.

Wang Xiaoming's heart was beating like a drum—the big tank was not covered, and he could see a black thing on the mouth of the tank.

Damn.

Wang Xiaoming said to himself in his heart.

That's not what you think, Wang Xiaoming.It must be a mop head poked in the vat...

He stepped forward lightly, and a small piece of dust kicked up from his feet.

Take another step forward.

The atmosphere is not right.

Wang Xiaoming heard his heart beating so loudly that it shook his eardrums—he felt a strong sense of disobedience again, the same as when he was walking on the pier.

He took a sharp breath.

Wang Xiaoming hates this feeling extremely, as if watching a horror movie again, he knows what he will see in the mirror, in the closet, or when he turns around.

But the plot made him have to watch it again-better than those unlucky protagonists, he can probably make mental preparations and try not to scream.

Wang Xiaoming stepped forward suddenly, and took a photo of the thing with the mobile phone in his hand.

A lifeless human head was leaning against the side of the vat, its hair was covered with gray, it looked like an old man, and it looked unnaturally like a model head in a hair salon.

Wang Xiaoming swayed on the spot for a while, and then slowly looked over after recovering.

A blue-gray face looked extraordinarily stiff under the cold light of the phone.

This is not a living face.

Not even a ghost face.

With its eyes closed, it was lifeless, like a carefully processed specimen.

Wang Xiaoming was so shocked that he forgot to stop, and just kept pointing the phone at that person.

He was shocked not because it was a dead person, but because of the weirdness of this corpse—the big vat was only a little higher than the waist of an adult, but the head of this corpse was leaning against the side of the vat...

Wang Xiaoming shivered and looked inside again.

Sure enough, the inner tank mouth also leaned on a pair of straight legs.

This corpse was folded in half and stuffed into the tank.