【Rebirth】Mermaid brothers love doomed

Bei Mingwen had heard of this place but had never seen it before. He never thought that the Pavilion of Life and Death was hidden at the end of the black market.

The crowd followed He Lianrou up the rugged mountain road and walked down the high place for a long time.

The black market is deep in the low-lying areas, and it is always dark.

Those who wander here are all strange people from all corners of the country, and they sell all kinds of things.

This is somewhat similar to Xuanwu City.

The common elixirs and magical instruments are here, as are the stolen goods for killing people.

Both sides of the street are dark, cheap pearls guide the way, the store never yells, and customers will come if they need it.

After walking for a long time, I suddenly heard a burst of blood, and the source of the confusion is unknown.

Lin Wanjiang frowned, slightly nauseated, Duan Juechen hurriedly asked Yu Qingfeng for a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

The place was too quiet, and there were few pedestrians on the road, but Wei Ziqi was a little interested, so she dragged Bei Mingwen into a shop at random.

Seeing this, He Lianrou said in a low voice: "If everyone is interested, feel free to visit."

Yubi said to Ah Man: "Sister, go back first, you can bring them over later."

Ah Man nodded, and asked Pu Ze to send He Lianrou back to the Pavilion of Life and Death, and Nan Zhu followed.

Seeing that Yu Qingfeng and Yan Chang'an had entered the store, Lin Wanjiang became more curious and looked around.

Duan Juechen knew what he was thinking, and asked in a low voice, "Shall we go shopping too?"

Anyway, it's all here, don't rush for a while.

The senior brother nodded, picked a house at random, and walked in first.

Candles were burning inside the store, and the flickering room was dark and permeating. There was no shopkeeper or clerk, but there were many small objects on the table.

Lin Wanjiang picked up a yellowed bowl, it felt cold and weird to the hand, because the light was not good to see what it was made of.

After weighing it a few times, he asked, "What is this?"

The voice kept echoing, a little weird.

Suddenly heard a few low laughs, and there was a faint yellow in the darkness, and the old man came slowly with his back bent.

"Mr. Xiaolang, do you like it?"

His voice was dry and hoarse, and his laughter permeated people, like the sand of a long drought.

Lin Wanjiang's spine shivered when he heard this, and he subconsciously clenched Duan Juechen's hand.

He asked again: "What is this?"

I don't know what it is, why do I like it?

The old man took off his hood to reveal a head full of white hair, a face full of dimples, and scars all over.

After looking at Lin Wanjiang for a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "This is a bowl for summoning spirits. It is an old object made of skulls. It can seal evil spirits inside."

"If Mr. Xiaolang likes it, I can give it to you."

Lin Wanjiang's eyes trembled, she hurriedly put down her things, and wiped her hands on Duan Juechen.

The little animal didn't say a word, suddenly picked up a bone flute and asked the shopkeeper: "Is this also a human bone?"

The old man glanced at it and said with a smile: "It's still fresh, you can play music, you can make soup."

Lin Wanjiang felt nauseous again when he heard the words, and hurriedly slapped the little beast's hand, motioning him to put it down.

Although he is not a human race, he doesn't like to touch these things. The feeling of being so cold to the touch should be extremely dark.

Duan Juechen played with it a few times, then put it back, and asked casually: "Are you still taking human lives?"

fresh bone?The one who killed now?

The old man shook his head with a smile, and pointed outside: "The Life and Death Pavilion doesn't want it, and the bones are thrown here every month."

Puzzled, Lin Wanjiang went straight to the brighter side and looked carefully at the ornaments on the table.

Seeing this, I felt a tsunami in my stomach, but I still couldn't hold back and vomited it out.

The old man was not lying, almost all the items on the table were made of human bones, some of which were still bloodshot.

Duan Juechen hurried forward, patted his brother on the back, and handed over a jug of water.

The old man should be used to it, so he just said, "Please clean it up."

Yubi, took out a dark brown handkerchief, and carefully wiped the spirit summoning bowl.

"When you first come to our store, the old man will give you some things, so forget it."

Lin Wanjiang vomited for a long time, and Duan Juechen followed suit until the senior brother calmed down and said, "I want that bowl."

The little bastard only feels that if there is an advantage, don't take advantage of the bastard.

Without saying a word, the old man pulled out a piece of cloth, wrapped the bowl carefully, and handed it to Lin Wanjiang.

The senior brother didn't want it, so Duan Juechen took it for him, and thanked the shopkeeper.

The old man laughed in a low voice, and did not forget to add: "Next time you come again, you will have to pay for it, and this old man will only eat this meal."

As soon as he left the store, Lin Wanjiang immediately grabbed the little beast's ears and asked in a low voice, "Why do you want this? Do you want to go back and be a job?"

Duan Juechen was hurt and said hurriedly: "This thing is interesting."

Lin Wanjiang took a deep breath and twisted harder, cursing in a low voice: "Interesting? You little bastard, you're really disgusting!"

In the previous life, this person was not normal, his bones were piled up at the mountain gate, and he committed extremely crimes.

Duan Juechen knew that he was angry, and explained in a low voice: "This thing can seal evil spirits, so it should come in handy."

There is a lot to say about the word "evil". Demons are evil, demons are evil, and ghosts are evil.

If it is true what the old man said, he can try Yan Changan, wouldn't it be a treasure if he could seal the demon?

At this time, in another store, Yan Chang'an, who didn't know that he was in "imminent disaster", was pulling Yu Qingfeng to buy books.

The book he bought was of course an unscrupulous book, unlike Yu Qingfeng who was fascinated by an ancient book.

Stretching out his head to take a look, Yan Changan asked in a low voice, "What's so good about it?"

He saw that the ancient books were full of words, densely packed, not even a picture.

After reading it for a while, I went to the other side to look for the books, and I wanted to bring some books to Lin Wanjiang.

Yu Qingfeng ignored him and concentrated on reading the book, feeling extremely interesting.

It's not an ancient secret technique, it's just some rumors, the pages of the book are yellow due to the age.

The owner of the store is a girl, with revealing eyebrows and dusty eyes, and an extremely delicate figure.

Seeing that Yu Qingfeng was fascinated, he took a few steps closer and said softly, "Master, you came here to read?"

This is not a book shop, regular customers only know her name, and she has to rely on flesh and blood to make money.

If you put down the books, the courtyard is full of 'Yan Ruyu', who love to receive the scholar son the most.

Smelling the strong scent of makeup, Yu Qingfeng frowned and closed the book.

Taking a few steps back, he said in a gentle voice, "Wait a moment, let's pay the bill together."

Although I don't know what book Yan Changan bought, but reading is always good.

The girl felt that he was disappointing, but she didn't want to miss this gentle young man, so she stepped forward and said: "There are better ones in the courtyard, young master, you can go in and have a look."

Yu Qingfeng's eyes lit up, but she didn't hear the girl's hint, and said with a smile: "That's very good, thank you very much."

Yubi, followed someone directly into the yard...

In a short while, Yan Chang'an held a pile of notebooks and went to find Yu Qingfeng contentedly.

Unexpectedly, after searching for a long time, he did not see this person.

Yan Changan called out suspiciously: "Elder Yu..."

Seeing no one answered, he shouted again: "Brother Yu..."

Still no answer.

Yan Changan's eyes panicked, he put down the notebook hastily, and wanted to get out of this place.

"Girl... please... please respect yourself! Don't...don't do this!"

Hearing a familiar voice suddenly, Yan Changan was shocked and kicked open the courtyard door.

A low growl: "Don't touch him!!!"

He saw Yu Qingfeng standing in the courtyard, surrounded by four or five girls, all of whom were heavily made up and dressed in frivolous and revealing clothes.

The man was blushing, and kept avoiding the overstretched arms, and he did not forget to protect the skirt of his clothes, fearing that someone would pick him off.

Yan Chang'an resisted the killing intent, and strode forward to snatch Yu Qingfeng back.

Seeing that the girls were about to come, he instantly called out the bone knife, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.

Yu Qingfeng hurriedly appeased: "No... nothing... let's go!"

Yubi, taking advantage of the girls' daring to come forward, pulled Yan Chang'an violently.

He was afraid that this person would lose control and commit another murder.

Yan Changan's face was sullen, and he tried his best to calm down his breathing, and it took him a while to recover.

Looking at Yu Qingfeng, he asked coldly, "Why did you go in?"

Yu Qingfeng was overwhelmed by the question, and the corners of his eyes were red from anxiety.

"I... I don't know... I don't know..."

Seeing that he was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly, Yan Chang'an regretted it. Who would know that there was a Goulan in the bookstore...

Hugging him into his arms, he comforted him in a low voice: "Changan made a mistake, I failed to protect you."

He knew that even if he was not around, Yu Qingfeng would not mess around, but he would definitely be taken advantage of by those 'witches'.

If the clothes were taken off and the flesh was touched a few times, the matter would not be over.

He wants the bookstore to be turned into a sea of ​​blood, and the bookcases to be graves.

Hearing the commotion here, everyone came over one after another.

Seeing Yu Qingfeng's red eyes, Lin Wanjiang said coldly, "Yan Chang'an! You're bullying my master again!"

Yan Chang'an remained silent, holding Yu Qingfeng in his arms and refused to let go.

Ah Man raised his eyes, and instantly knew what happened in the Central Plains, and hurriedly asked: "Why did you come here? This is not a good place!"

There is only one Goulan in the black market, which is hidden in this bookstore, and even he knows about it.

Yu Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and said helplessly: "Now I know, I won't come again in the future, let's go."

Lin Wanjiang was a little dazed, walked in directly, and said, "Who bullied my master?"

As soon as the words came out, he froze in place for an instant.

He saw that the bookstore was full of women, hiding by the door to watch the fun.

A girl smiled and said, "Young master, do you also want to come in and play?"

Another person answered: "If you don't accept money, we sisters will do it for you!"

Lin Wanjiang blushed, these girls wore too little...

Seeing him in a daze, Duan Juechen hurried forward, grabbed his senior brother and hid them away.

Wei Ziqi suddenly smiled and said: "This place is not beautiful, if you want to have fun, I will take you to find a place!"

He is used to seeing Yingying and Yanyan while peeing. Although he has never played before, he knows where to play.

But as soon as these words came out, Bei Mingwen's eyes widened in an instant, and he wanted to get angry but didn't dare to hold back.

Xiao Bei peeked at Yuan Sijin, seeing that he didn't respond, he was finally relieved.

He didn't dare to say this, he would definitely be beaten when there was no one around.

After this commotion, everyone lost their interest and followed Ah Man forward...

After a while, the black market gradually became hot, and people from all walks of life came rushing in.

Suddenly, an ancient octagonal building appeared in front of it, with a plaque hanging on it.

The three characters of "Life and Death Pavilion" are extraordinary in writing.

The ancient building is so tall that if you look up, you can see the black mist, but you can't see the roof.

Although the style is simple and shabby, it still has some style in this weird black market.

Ah Man stopped in his tracks, looked back and smiled: "Congratulations... The guest officer is here..."