Legend of Shangxian

Jiang Fan and Jiang Hao walked on the street and found that the so-called ghost market was not much different from ordinary markets.

There are buying and selling, some yelling and some counter-offering, but the items traded are a bit strange.Or carried in the bosom or put in the basket, are the tonics, spirit cloths, and red stones that glow blue or red, piled in piles, making people dizzy.

Sometimes buyers are also sellers, and sometimes they just put their hands together and stare greedily at the "items" spread out on the palms of others. That appearance is obviously eager to snatch them for their own. Such a market has a dark tide and a real atmosphere. It's weird.

Jiang Fan looked around at first, but soon felt uncomfortable. Those people talked loudly to themselves, seemingly ignoring them.Even if Jiang Fan poked his head over curiously, no one took the initiative to ask what to buy?It seems that he disdains to deal with laymen.

And after they walked by, they would always feel that there were strange eyes following behind them, one after another, like falling into a pack of wolves, staring at them nakedly from the dark, revealing their greed.

Turning around abruptly, the ghosts, who had been looking at them from the corner of their eyes with slanted eyebrows and unpredictable faces, immediately restrained their expressions, and immediately pretended to talk about whether it was buying or selling, and the buzzing sound suddenly broke out.

At the beginning, I didn't think much of it, every stall was like this, and after walking for a while, I felt creepy.

Jiang Fan's toe was already injured, but now it was covered with mud on the mountain road, and he was three points more pitiful than a little beggar.The belt was thrown to nowhere, half of the sleeve was torn off, and the trousers were torn and fluttered in the wind, just like the apron tied around Libao's waist.His legs were trembling in the wind, and he looked like he had narrowly escaped death.

Jiang Fan's appearance was a bit miserable. Compared with these ghosts, he turned out to be just as desolate.These ghosts must be ghosts, and they are poor ghosts. Judging from their faces, they are yellow and thin, and their clothes are covered with patches.

Whether it is squatting in the corner begging for food or selling goods, it does not necessarily have much money. Even if it is a big food stall with many "customers" around, it is just seven or eight spiritual objects scattered in the basket.

Those who have just become ghosts, rich or poor, will always be buried with them.Those who are rich bring maids and servants to save animals, and those who have no money will hold gold in one hand and silver in the other, or at least a piece of jade in their mouths.There are also people who were poor when they were born, but accumulated virtues and blessings, and spent a pile of paper money as deposits. Not to mention being rich and powerful here, at least they lived a prosperous life before reincarnation.But what I encountered today was very different from what I saw in the past. It was too rare for so many poor ghosts to gather here.

Jiang Fan whispered to Jiang Hao, "There is something strange."

Jiang Hao remained silent.

Generally, when people in a village die at the same time, the accumulated grievances will linger for a long time, but these people don't seem to be suffering from a disease, nor do they seem to be poked by vendettas, it's really strange.

Jiang Fan couldn't get Jiang Hao's response, so he winked at him and shook his mouth, Jiang Hao pretended not to see.

Jiang Fan grabbed his fingers and squeezed hard, and asked Jiang Hao in a low voice, "Why don't you look at me?"

Jiang Hao couldn't bear it: "I see you? You must wink at me to make mysteries, and they will be on guard. Didn't you also say that there is something strange? Stupid, don't startle the snake."

Jiang Fan opened his mouth in surprise.

"Don't just look at me stupidly."

Jiang Fan bowed his head immediately.

"Look back, are they spying on us?"

Jiang Fan secretly turned his face sideways, only glanced at it and then turned back quickly.Quietly squinting one eye, shrinking his neck and looking back.Even if the people behind him were walking as usual, he looked suspiciously at his neighbor and felt that everyone was watching him. "It seems to be." Seeing Jiang Hao glaring at him, he quickly changed his words, "It seems not."

Jiang Hao took a hissing breath.Usually, if Jiang Hao took a deep breath with no expression on his face and let out a slight hiss, that would be the time when he was about to lose his temper.

Jiang Fan still remembered that one year, when he was drying the quilt for Xu Shibo, the yard was filled with the musty smell from the City God's house.

Jiang Fan was talking while brushing off the moss on the quilt with a small broom.

He was suddenly hit by Jiang Hao with a water ladle, causing a big bump on his head.At that time, not long after Jiang Hao took over the land of Chang'an, Jiang Fan thought that he was far away in a foreign land, so he would not expect to appear in front of him suddenly, and was knocked dizzy by him after a few days of seeing him.People say that Guan Sheng's temper is hot, and Jiang Hao's performance is absolutely perfect.

Later, when Jiang Fan reported on his work, "The local area has a good harvest and the rain is smooth, and the people are safe and peaceful..." Every time Jiang Fan said a word, Jiang Hao just hissed.

As a result, there was naturally no hope of promotion, and he didn't even get a half of the reward.

Jiang Hao scrutinized the expressions of the ghosts passing by. Although each of them was dark and their whereabouts were suspicious, there was a faint layer of joy in their expressions.The ghosts of Fengdu City were sent to various divisions according to their previous karma, and they were punished to clear their previous debts.Those who linger in the Yin Division for a long time and do not want to be reborn are mostly the resentful souls who are too obsessed, or the fierce ghosts who are extremely resentful in the city of vain death. They only gather together with resentment and resentment. How can they be so peaceful?

Those who cared too much during their lifetime and stayed on the side of the river will have to wait for the consequences of their injustice before their wishes will be fulfilled.There are those who can't see it, and the acquaintances who have been acquainted for several lifetimes become passers-by, and the thoughts that I once thought were persistent gradually fade away.What's more, the family members who cared about him during his life had already passed away for several generations, and there was no one to pay homage to a lonely grave, and if he couldn't receive money and put clothes, his obsession would be empty.

And where did they come from, and why did they gather here?

Humans and ghosts have different paths, and the underworld has laws. The ghost market does not disturb the peace of the people, and it only opens twice a year.

Really strange.

The two stopped and went, Jiang Fan only hated that the pace was too slow.Suddenly Jiang Hao tugged at him, Jiang Fan looked in the indicated direction, there was an old man nestled in the corner of the wall, his hands were tucked into his sleeves, he sat on the ground, his eyes were squinted and his mouth was half open, his eyes were extremely empty, Jiang Fan felt it with his heart Only then did he detect his weak spiritual consciousness.

"Do you know him?" Jiang Hao whispered in his ear, Jiang Fan identified it carefully, a little familiar, squinted his eyes and thought about it, and then remembered that this little old man was Zhao Yuanwai from Luoyang.Even if Luoyang is not the capital city, there are still many high-ranking officials and dignitaries. An old man who has no extraordinary achievements is easily overlooked.

"I remember that his family is quite rich, how did he end up in this situation?" Zhao Yuanwai's son is a bead merchant who travels around all the year round.Zhao's surname is considered a big family in Luoyang, and there are officials in the same clan, but there are also traffickers and pawns. Zhao Yuanwai's son is not like ordinary profit-seeking businessmen, he is quite honest, and he has a reputation for being creditworthy.

But that year I went to Suzhou to pay the bills, socialized with others and drank a few glasses of flower wine in a kiln assistant, somehow my heart became wild, and I got up to spend a lot of time, and finally my pockets and body were emptied, and I was left alone in a foreign land. Helping people to do part-time jobs for a living.Because he had no money to return home, he stood at the intersection of the street hoping that someone from his hometown would bring a message.

One day, I ran into a visitor from Nanchang, and because he was going to Luoyang for selling silk, I asked him to bring a letter, and it took more than half a year to bring the message to him.Zhao Yuanwai prepared enough silver for his grandson to send him out. This was Zhao Xiaosun's first time traveling far away. Jiang Fan didn't remember what happened next, or he only occasionally read the topography submitted by ghost servants over the years. I didn't know about it at all.So, I squatted down and asked the old man, "Mr. Zhao, why are you here?"

The old man didn't realize it, his eyes were as dull as dead fish.

"Old man, are you from Luoyang?" There seemed to be a flicker in the depths of the old man's eyes, but he still only maintained that posture.

Jiang Hao tugged at the back of Jiang Fan's neck, "How dare you provoke this kind of ghost? If I remember correctly, his grandson was also killed."

Jiang Fan was very surprised, looked back at Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao's face was sinking like water, Jiang Fan's back was cold, thinking of topography, he snapped open Jiang Hao's bookcase in mid-air and rummaged around, finally found Luoyang Zhi, spread it out Flip through the pages quickly.

The veins on Jiang Hao's forehead were exposed, and the palm hidden in the sleeve was spread out in the shape of a knife, halfway up, and finally stopped the move.

Jiang Hao was extremely shocked, Jiang Fan really has Tianbin?He only saw that he had driven it once, and he had this kind of ability.Jiang Fan didn't notice that he and Murderous Intent passed by again.The evil spirit emanating from Jiang Hao's body shocked the souls around him, and all of them put away the stalls for a while, and stood aside with their four corners in their hands, and the old man leaning against the corner couldn't help but glance at him.

The records in the topography are true, and Jiang Fan's mind is shocked. It is a little different from the Luoyang he knows. Skip the previous ones, and directly turn to the chapter of Zhao Yuanwai. After a few lines, the memory is extremely brief. Jiang Fan was dumbfounded. His hands were weak, and the blue book spread out and slipped to the ground.

Jiang Hao picked it up and dusted off the floating ash on it.In fact, what is recorded in it is nothing more than that the grandson of the old foreigner Zhao welcomed his son's corpse back to his hometown. He was robbed by robbers on the road, lost all his money, and turned his father into ashes.

The bully Zhou thought he was a beggar from a foreign country, but when he saw that the furskin he was carrying on his shaggy face was made of high-quality fabric, he suddenly became bullied, drugged it and brought it to his home, snatched the package and came over to check it out. Did it contain some valuable belongings.The grandson of the Zhao family woke up and saw a man with a vicious face flipping through his package, and exclaimed, "There is a thief."

The bully Zhou thought there would be some belongings in the package, but unfortunately he came across the ashes urn, and was afraid that he would startle his family with a publicity, and it would be even more unworthy if he got involved in a lawsuit.Out of breath for a while, Zhao Xiaosun was beaten to death with a few punches.

Abandoned the corpse to the abandoned well in the backyard, found an excuse to seal it up, and worried that he was an unjust dead ghost, so he invited a warlock to calm his soul.The sorcerer planted a mulberry tree in front of the well, and planted plantains behind the well, and told the bully Zhou that the head was crushed, the feet were scorched, and he would never be reborn.

Jiang Hao has known these things for a long time, and this is the first time seeing Jiang Fan.No matter which one of these things happened in his territory, it would be useful.

Jiang Fan was so anxious that he couldn't recover. Zhao Yuanwai thought he was looking at the porcelain plate in front of him, so he pushed it forward and said in a hoarse voice, "You two guests, this is a treasure."

It was just a half-destroyed teacup with a clump of blue inside. It was a reptile with a lot of spirit. It stupidly walked out along the edge of the bowl, and was about to crawl out, but Jiang Fan was gently pressed back with his fingers.

Seeing that Jiang Fan touched his things, the old man's eyes lighted up, he became more interested, and he straightened his neck and asked, "Do you want it? How much can you pay?"

It's hard for Jiang Fan not to buy it. I'm afraid there are not many such low-level spirit insects on sale in the market, but he wants to know his condition.Even if his fate was bad and he encountered many bad things, when he died, he should have recognized his godson or someone from the clan had placed him there.The local folk customs are quite honest, and several major clans also have yizhuang, and the old people will always be taken care of when they are miserable in their evenings.Besides, based on time, why is it still wandering here after being dead for at least 50 years?

Did no one arrange for him to be reincarnated?Where is his guide?

Old man Zhao saw that Jiang Fan remained silent for a long time, "Are you foreigners?"

"Ah~." Jiang Fan was about to inquire about the market, so he wanted to chat, but all the people around him seemed to be listening.The old man immediately asked, "Does the guest officer want to stay in the hotel?"

"Okay, may I ask the old man if there is an inn near here?"

"Yes, of course, it's clean and cheap. Come with me, both of you, and I'll make sure you live comfortably."

The discussion in the surrounding crowd suddenly increased, and there was a buzzing sound, and the eyes of the old man were also strange, some disdainful, some envious, and some jealous.

Jiang Hao snorted softly, just now Jiang Fan was sitting there fetching things from the air, turning a blind eye to the ghosts passing by, but now he is just staying in the hotel, and he is playing all kinds of weird things with this situation, it is really weird.