As soon as we left Yonghe City, the car began to bump, and the surrounding buildings slowly retreated. Under Huang Yuelang's command, we drove for about 40 minutes before we stopped in an artificial forest. Because there was no way out in front and we had to get off. What surprised the people was that there were still many cars parked next to us.

The sky was dark blue and looked a little dull. When they walked into the woods, a gust of cold wind blew around them, which was a bit cold, and the branches and leaves of the woods were blown to make a sound.

Walking out of the woods, you can clearly see the tall buildings hundreds of meters away, but under the night, it is just a huge outline.

Several people walked side by side at a very fast speed, just like ghosts passing through the forest. Soon, they approached the building. Until they got closer, they found that the building was all abandoned buildings. The colors on the building had turned dark brown, and there was a damp atmosphere everywhere. These buildings were surrounded by a high wall. Only an open iron door was added at the entrance. A square oil lamp was hung above the door frame. The oil lamp was flashing with dim lights. A man in a cloak and could not see his appearance stood under the iron gate.

"Stop, this is the ghost market."

The gloomy voice sounded without any emotion. Listening to the sound, it was a middle-aged man.

"Don't you know me anymore? Huang Yuelang, the Yincha from Yonghe City, are members of the monster hunting company."

Huang Yuelang was carrying a silver bow and a quiver on his shoulder, but suddenly he took out a dark token in his hand and raised it. After seeing the token, the man in the cloak turned slightly and gave way.

Not far behind the man with a cloak, there was a wooden table with many black cloaks on it and some masks next to it.

"Everyone wears masks and cloaks to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Huang Yuelang took the lead and picked up a black cloak to put it on, then put on a mask, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

Although there are people in the Ghost Market, it is still very chaotic. Who is not a arrogant person and possesses secret skills? There are even monsters who have turned into human form and mingle with them. Of course, there are many disciples of the magic sects. In order to prevent conflicts and prevent revenge, the Ghost Market administrator put cloaks, masks and other objects at the entrance.

"After coming in, don't talk to anyone easily when you see them, because some evil people will linger in it. If you promise them certain conditions but don't do it, you will have life worries."

Huang Yuelang was relieved when he saw that several people were wearing cloaks and concealed his true face. In order to avoid the loss of his companions or being unable to recognize each other, a number was printed on each mask. Huang Yuelang's was twenty-three, Su Ming's was thirty-three, Lu Fei's was one word, and Li Mubai's was one hundred.

After entering, Li Mubai began to look at the surrounding environment. The streets were cement streets, but many places were bumpy. The buildings next to the street felt like they were facing collapse. But strangely, there was a street light on each street. These dim lights could barely illuminate the surroundings, making it look very desolate inside, and there were gusts of cold winds blowing by from time to time.

At this time, a figure stood under the lights at some point. The dim lights sprinkled down. A pair of red eyes appeared under his cloak, staring at Li Mubai and the others. However, he was not wearing a mask, but he couldn't see his face clearly. Except for the eyes below, it was pitch black and covered with black mist.

"Interesting, I saw a ghost so soon. I was guarding here. Could it be that I would rob me?"

Lu Fei smiled, his voice pressing down very low.

"Don't speak."

Li Mubai turned his head and glared at Lu Fei.

When he passed by the ghost, he suddenly felt a pair of gloomy eyes sweeping towards him, his eyes fiercely and miserable, without a trace of kindness, which made him feel tight.

"Do you need help?"

The empty and ethereal voice came from the opposite side and rang in Li Mubai's mind.

Li Mubai indeed shook his head and walked forward with great strides. His behavior seemed to anger the ghost. Behind him, a colder and colder, a rush of cold air surged behind him.

A gust of cold wind suddenly rolled around, and the cold wind became stronger and stronger. There were yellow leaves inside, carrying a trace of wind and sand, which made people unable to open their eyes.

"Do you want to do it here?"

Li Mubai was a little angry, turned around suddenly, looked at the evil ghost who was only one foot away from him, and shouted coldly.

If the ghost's eyes are red, it must be an evil ghost, so he judged that this ghost is an evil ghost.

"Do you need help?"

The irritating sound rang again.

"Stay away from us!"

Huang Yuelang suddenly walked over, took off the silver bow from his shoulder, then pulled out a soul hunting arrow and placed it on the bowstring, aimed the arrow at the evil ghost, and spoke coldly.

This is the ghost market. Because there is a ghost street that leads to the underworld, ghosts will also appear here, which is very common. Although Huang Yuelang is a foul, if he wants to conquer evil ghosts here, it is a violation of the rules of the ghost market. Of course, if the ghost does anything extreme, he will shoot directly. After all, the manager is a human and is also a senior of the monster hunting company.

Seeing the soul hunting arrow, the evil ghost showed a hint of timidity and did not dare to follow Li Mubai again. He went to the street light again, waiting for the next wave of people.

"Why did he look for me specifically, but not you?"

Li Mubai asked in confusion.

"Because your qi and blood are not as strong as theirs, you know that Lu Fei is practicing martial arts, with huge qi and blood, and his spirit is stable. Most ghosts are afraid of this person."

Huang Yuelang explained.

"You have not practiced martial arts, so why don't you dare to get close to you? Does he know you are a fool?"

Li Mubai asked again.

"Because I have a Yincha token, if he gets close to me, he will feel the power of the token. Ordinary wandering ghosts have no resistance to Yincha. This ghost was very powerful just now, so we have to be careful."

Huang Yuelang took out his Yincha token and handed it to Li Mubai.

When Li Mubai saw that the token was two and a half wide fingers, and his whole body was dark. The weight in his hand was quite heavy, but the token could not be seen as a result of impurities. It looked like iron but not iron, and felt a cool feeling when he touched. Then there were some uneven patterns on the surface of the token. When he looked carefully, he found that these patterns were obscure runes, with a round mark in the middle, and a word "Ling" was engraved in seal script.

After handing the Yincha token to Huang Yuelang, the few people started walking forward again, because of the street, there were more and more people, and some even fiddled with stalls on the ground.

There are actually people setting up stalls here!

"Some people must have set up stalls. Some things that are difficult to remove will be sold in the ghost market. However, the gadgets are placed outside, which are not worth a lot of money, and there are many fakes. The real valuable things are all in the shop next to it."

Huang Yuelang saw the doubts of several people and pointed to some shops next to him. In fact, there were only a few shops, Shi Fangzhai, Ruyizhai, and another shop had no name, but many people wearing cloaks walked in. It seemed that the business was good. Shi Fangzhai's business was very ordinary. The vermilion door of Ruyizhai was closed tightly, but there were a few people guarding there in front of the door, waiting for the door to open.

Seeing that the door of Ruyizhai was closed, Li Mubai was a little disappointed because he knew that the Ruyizhai was opened by Su Moer, but the door was closed now and it seemed that he did not plan to open business. It seemed that he could not see Su Moer himself.

"Where is the ghost street?"

Li Mubai asked directly. Although there were many strange things around him, he did not forget the purpose of this time. This time he mainly came to change the longevity cream.

However, Lu Fei and Su Ming were very interested in the antiques on the street stalls next to them. As soon as they arrived at this antique street, they couldn't wait to squat next to a stall selling antique decorations, as if they had already started bargaining.

"Come with me, but the Ghost Street is not yet on now, and it will be opened until eleven o'clock."

Huang Yuelang smiled slightly, then ran over to explain some things about Lu Fei and the others, and then took Li Mubai forward. It was still a little short of time at 11 o'clock.

Walking through the antique street and turning left, it is the legendary ghost street. Standing at the entrance, it was chilly around it, and an inexplicable chill eroded the two of them.

This street is exactly the same as the antique street, but there is a very different place. That is, above the street, about two meters high, there are dense white paper lanterns hanging. This paper lantern is not the big red lantern that you usually see, but is slightly oval. It is woven with bamboo silk and is covered with white rice paper. The white lanterns have black "Dian" written on it. At this end of the entrance, there are many folded diamond-shaped paper strips hanging down, just like door curtains. There are also some silver-white bells hanging on these paper strips.

As the wind blew slightly, a faint sound of bells came.

Just when Li Mubai was a little impatient, suddenly a harsh sound of suona came from the end of the ghost street, and a powerful gust of wind swept across from the opposite side, and the cloak almost blew off. The silver bells in the distance began to change from weak to strong. Finally, the ringtone formation, and some people in the cloak nearby surrounded.

"Bald donkey, is this the so-called ghost street?"

There were three people standing next to Li Mubai. Although they were all covered with cloaks, the person in the middle was thin and graceful. It was obvious that he was a woman, and she was holding a spiritual little monkey on her shoulders. The other person should be a man, and the voice was made from one of them.

"What are you talking nonsense? What is this ghost street?"

A crisp and pleasant voice came from the woman in the middle.

[Thanks to Antarctic Snowman for the gold medal.]
Chapter completed!