The years I spent growing corpses and raising ghosts in the cemetery

"Hu~hu~"

It seemed that he had been running a little too fast just now. The old Taoist priest came to Lin Feng and started breathing heavily.

"Hmph, I thought it was a madman from somewhere, but I didn't expect it to be someone from the Paper Crafts Hall. It's really unlucky!"

When he saw clearly the heavily armored paper man and Lin Feng who were digging the grave, his face darkened and he revealed his disgust without any concealment.

"Papermaker Hall? Old Niubi, you can see clearly, I, Old Sun, am not from the Papermaker Hall!"

Of course, Lin Feng, the leader of the Paper Crafts Hall, would not take the blame for them, and simply shook his head and denied this identity.

"Huh? You are dressed a little differently. Could it be that you are one of those opera singers in the east?"

When Lin Feng said this, the old Taoist priest also reacted. Looking at Lin Feng's face that looked like that of an opera troupe, he asked him with some doubts.

"Hehe, I, Sun, am a lonely man. I have recently used Xinglongling as a dojo. It has nothing to do with the troupe you mentioned!"

Lin Feng shook his head again and then asked him: "Old Niubi, you can tell me how you can't dig this grave?"

Lin Feng denied his origins twice in a row, and the old Taoist priest couldn't figure out his origins.

But after thinking about it, he still said: "The deserted villages and abandoned graves on both sides of the yellow mud road leading to Gui City have a great background. If you mess with the layout here, there may be a big mess!"

"Besides, there are either tricks or some evil stuff here. What are you going to do with these?"

The old Taoist priest obviously didn't understand Lin Feng's behavior. He was not a native master. Even if he was a native master, he was only after gold and silver.

Each of these barren graves doesn't even have a monument. What's the point of digging these graves?

Are you unhappy for yourself?

"You said the yellow mud road leads to Gui City?"

Lin Feng didn't feel much about the following words, but the previous sentence caught his attention.

"Did you get caught up in the yellow mud road?"

Hearing Lin Feng's question, the old Taoist priest instantly understood. No wonder this guy dared to dig a grave here like a fool.

"Hehe, that's right. I, Old Sun, passed by here, but unexpectedly came across this road for no apparent reason."

Lin Feng nodded. It would be nice if there was someone who knew the inside story, so that he would not have to figure it out on his own.

"Ahem, well, listen carefully. This strange city is no better than other places. It's hard to tell whether the people you encounter in it are human beings or strange people. Don't trust others casually."

"If you want to leave, you have to wait until dawn when the strange market dissipates, and the yellow mud road will send visitors back to their respective places of origin."

The old Taoist priest seemed to have a good heart. After twirling his beard, he seriously warned Lin Feng.

"Interesting, tell me more, what is there in this strange city?"

Lin Feng suddenly became interested when he heard what he said, so he urged him directly.

"What's there?"

"You have everything you want, as long as you have the money!"

The old Taoist priest raised his feet and walked towards the front of the yellow mud road, talking as he walked, as if he was rushing to a meeting.

Upon seeing this, Lin Feng waved directly to the heavily armored paper figures in the cemetery to call them back, and then followed him.

The old Taoist priest said that he couldn't leave until dawn, so it didn't matter that he went to this so-called strange market.

“What is trick money?”

Lin Feng, the old Taoist priest who caught up with him, was quite curious about the strange money he mentioned.

"You don't even know about the weird money?"

The old Taoist priest who was walking briskly couldn't help but chew his teeth when he heard Lin Feng's words. What a fool!

"have no idea"

Lin Feng nodded very simply. Not only he, but also the corpses he buried had no relevant memories.

Maybe Lin Feng didn't notice it anyway, after all, he didn't even know there was a strange market.

"It's this kind of money. If you encounter it in the future, you should pay more attention to it."

After thinking for a while, the old Taoist priest took out two strange-looking copper coins from the inner pocket of his sleeve and handed them to Lin Feng.

The color of this copper coin shows the black color of old copper. On the front is printed the simple calligraphy of "Ghost Coin", and on the back is an open evil ghost's eye.

Lin Feng immediately felt a cold feeling coming from his fingertips after taking the coin, and at the same time, Xi Gui seemed to instinctively want to hide the coin.

Of course, this instinct was nothing under Lin Feng's control. After understanding it, Lin Feng returned the strange money to the other party.

"Hey, this is what I said. Don't believe it no matter who you say when you enter this strange market. There is no chance that you will encounter a strange one!"

Suddenly the old Taoist priest stopped, and then pointed at the shadowy buildings in front of him and warned Lin Feng again.

"Old Niubi, if you don't believe anyone, then why are you here in this strange market?"

Lin Feng looked at the somewhat darkened gatehouse in front of him. There was also a very old plaque on it. It didn't look like it was from this era.

There are two large, vague characters written on the plaque, and one can vaguely guess that they should be "Gui Shi".

"Hmph, there are only two things you can do here: sell your life! Buy tricks!"

Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest's expression changed, and then he said this and stepped directly into the gate tower.

Then he disappeared from Lin Feng's field of vision, but the shadowy ancient building was still in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Lin Feng thought for a while and stepped in. As he entered the gatehouse, the surrounding scene changed instantly.

He seemed to suddenly come to an ancient street. The entire street was paved with bluestones and there were old wooden buildings of different heights on both sides of the street.

There were green lanterns lighting up in front of some wooden buildings, and the rooms in front of some doors were completely dark.

There weren't many people coming and going on the street, after all, the surrounding environment was very dark, and people around could be seen passing by in the dimness.

However, even if other people passed by, it was not easy to see their appearance clearly, and the people coming and going looked more like moving corpses.

Even Lin Feng could only see a distance of dozens of meters before and after, and it seemed to be a blur beyond this distance.

"Click, click"

But the strange thing was that the whole street was extremely quiet, and there was no other sound except the footsteps.

It seemed that as long as you come here, you will not unconsciously hide your breathing.

"Candle shop?"

Lin Feng looked at a shop with lights on in front of the door, and saw such a sign.

"Could it be corpse oil candles?"

You can tell with your butt that such a place will definitely not sell ordinary candles, and Lin Feng naturally thought of this because he had a corpse oil candle in his hand.

After thinking about it, Lin Feng walked over. If there really were corpse oil candles, he could see if he could buy some.

He did not forget that the things that could be used to raise ghosts also included corpse oil candles, but at least two of these things were needed to see the effect.

When he arrived in front of the shop, a strong stench of decay came over him, mixed with an extremely greasy and disgusting smell.

But Lin Feng was even more certain that this was the place where corpse oil candles were sold!

When he approached the shop and looked inside, Lin Feng immediately saw candles placed on the counter.

These candles were of different colors, some of which were in a gorgeous red color, and drops of melted candles spread on the counter like blood.

Some candles were white, with faint green flames on them, which looked like the same ones he had gotten at the beginning.

In addition, there was a black candle, which was not lit, but just placed there, but it was extremely conspicuous and people could see it at a glance.

These three types of candles were only roughly classified by color, but in fact, they were very different in size, shape, and effect.

When Lin Feng arrived in front of the shop, he heard a cold and dry voice before he spoke.

"Red candles are five cents, white candles are ten cents, and black candles are one hundred cents. Which one do you want?"