Wang Bo has eaten a lot of good things, and the gourmet tablecloth can even taste the deliciousness of the world of [Prison of Food], which is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

But there has never been a bun that can give Wang Bo this feeling. Just asking about this smell made Wang Bo feel itchy and he couldn't wait to taste it.

Wang Bo smiled slightly, shook his head, and refused flatly.

This night market is not normal, and the food is not normal, so Wang Bo dared not try it.

After rejecting the vendor, he continued to move forward, walked hundreds of steps, and gradually came to the end of the night market.

Then at this moment, a fortune teller suddenly rushed out from the side, blocked Wang Bo's way, blocking Wang Bo's way, "No, this guy, don't move forward."

Wang Bo looked closely and saw that the fortune teller was middle-aged, with long beards, thin face, wearing a gray hexagram robe, but his eyes were bright and unwilling to let Wang Bo continue to move forward.

Wang Bo asked, "Why do you stop me, sir?"

The fortune teller said, "Young man, can you tell me what is ahead?"

Wang Bo replied: "Just going to see it."

The fortune teller said, "No, brother, there is a dead end ahead. As long as you embark on this dead end, you will not be able to turn back. So I hope you will think twice before you move forward."

"Dead road?" Wang Bo looked at the night market and saw a gentle road extending at the end of the night market, not like a dead road.

The fortune teller said, "Brother, the dead end I mentioned is not that this road is blocked, but that this is a road where only dead people can go up. Brother. You have three fires and seven souls. Although you don't know how you accidentally enter this ghost market, you must not step on it if you have the dead end."

"Ghost Market?" Wang Bo looked back and saw that the night market was still lively and the crowds were crowded, and there was no abnormality.

However, when Wang Bo heard the fortune teller's reminder, he couldn't help but cast a spell.

Yin and Yang eyes!

This is also the spell that Wang Bo asked from the mouth of a little Taoist priest. You can see the ghosts and ghosts. In an instant, an invisible force turned in Wang Bo's eyes. Wang Bo finally saw through the illusion and clearly saw the true face of this night market.

For a moment, the entire bustling night market suddenly changed in Wang Bo's eyes.

Although the entire night market is still noisy, everyone's body emits a yin energy. The seemingly rosy faces of these people have become extremely pale and have no blood.

Wang Bo looked up and saw that the night sky of the ghost market was filled with rich yin energy, covering the entire ghost market.

Even the fortune teller who seemed to be fairy-like in front of him was pale, his eyes were deep, and a yin energy emerged from his body.

When he looked up at the end of the night market, he found that it was not a winding road, but a door.

A very huge door.

This door is made of endless white bones, making people feel numb and goose bumps all over their body.

The Bone Gate has only a thin crack, and ghosts often come in and out and merge into the ghost market.

The fortune teller in front of Wang Bo said, "I'm wrong. I didn't expect that the young man was actually a practitioner of Taoism and could see through the illusion. Now the young man understands what the hell is this place."

Wang Bo asked inexplicably: "How come the ghost market appears in the world?"

The fortune teller said, "What's so strange about this? If the world is peaceful, the country is stable, and the dragon energy is prosperous, there will naturally be no place for ghosts and monsters to survive in the world. Any monster and ghost must retreat three feet."

"But if the world is in chaos and wars everywhere lead to people's misfortune, people's grievances are everywhere, and dragon energy is divided into pieces and no one suppresses the world, all monsters, monsters, monsters and monsters will pop out."

"At this time, the world is unstable and a ghost market appears. What's so strange about it? Not long ago, a few evil ghosts in Fengdu escaped and went to the world to act as a mighty man."

When Wang Bo heard this, he immediately thought about the disappearance of a young girl in Yuzhou City. Could it be that these evil spirits were done by this group of evil ghosts?

So he couldn't help the fortune teller asking these evil spirits for information.

Unexpectedly, the fortune teller sighed and said, "I don't know much about this. After all, I am just an ordinary fortune teller. I'm just hearing about such things. If the guy wants to understand the inside story, he can only find Master Yincha."

Wang Bo asked, "Then I don't know where this secret mess is?"

The fortune teller pointed behind Wang Bo and said, "You go back from this road, pass by Qunyufang, and enter to find a woman named Zhou Ruyu. She will tell you whereabouts of Lord Yinzhai."

"Thank you." Wang Bo bowed and said.

The fortune teller's pale face showed a smile, which looked particularly horrifying, and he said slowly: "You're welcome."

After Wang Bo said goodbye to the fortune teller, he turned around and left.

He remembered that when he came, he did meet a Qunyufang, but he didn't go in at that time.

Wang Bo walked for a while and soon found Qunyufang on his right side. This was a place of obvious fireworks. Wang Bo did not expect that the ghost market would also have such activities.

After Wang Bo entered, a madam with heavy makeup came up. Wang Bo said directly without waiting for the other party to speak: "I'll look for Miss Zhou Ruyu."

After hearing this, the madam said with a look of embarrassment: "This, Ruyu is meeting guests, which is not convenient. Why don't I introduce some other girls to me? I'll guarantee that you are satisfied with me."

Wang Bo shook his head slightly and said, "I'm going to find Miss Ruyu, I want to find a fool."

The madam was stunned, then nodded and said, "Please wait, I'll go and inform you now."

Wang Bo nodded.

The madam went upstairs, knocked on a door, and walked in.

After a while, a young man wearing a black robe and a sharp sword hanging on his waist walked out of the room with dissatisfaction. He saw Wang Bo standing downstairs at first sight, with a gleam in his eyes.

He seemed a little dissatisfied with him, and showed a strange smile.

He went downstairs, walked to Wang Bo, looked up and down a few times, "It's interesting. I didn't expect that you, a living person, would come to the ghost market. Do you want to return to the world if you come to me? No problem, come with me."

These words made Wang Bo's favorable impression of this ghost messenger.

He shook his head and said, "No, I want to ask you something. I wonder if Brother Guichao is willing to answer?"

The ghost officer was stunned and asked with interest: "What do you want to ask?"

"Concerning the evil spirits who escaped into the world a few days ago." Wang Bo said.
Chapter completed!