Otherworldly Merchant

As the fake T-shirt man screamed, the force in his three hands diminished at the same time, I seized the opportunity to rush out a spiritual charm in my pocket and photograph it on.

These spirits are the most successful batch of my paintings over the past few months. They are powerful. The moment they are shot flashes a bright fire, followed by a mourning sound from a fake T-shirt man!

I saw it through a brief bright light and found it to be really a monster, with arms all over my upper body and a tight, numb circle, kind of like a thousand hands of Guanyin. But above the neck is the head of a centipede with two thick thumb angles.

Looks like this is a failed centipede. I couldn't help but roll over when I thought I was holding a claw of centipede! Fortunately, after it was hit by my spirit charm, my body started burning and I couldn't catch up.

After I got rid of Centipede, my heart palpitated and grabbed the eyebrow prick tied to my waist, my heart became more vigilant. Soon afterwards, the voice of the White Eyebrow Zen master suddenly came from below: "Little benefactor, lend me your eyebrows. ”

I couldn't see where he was in the dark, but he must have met something dirty when he asked me for help. My subconscious mind had to throw the eyebrows away, but suddenly I thought of the T-shirt man's words: ignore anyone's voice!

It was just a moment of impatience. After thinking about the T-shirt man's words, I realized that what was here was not an opponent of Master White Eyebrow Zen at all. How could he ask me for help?

In order to avoid being confused again, I simply spit blood on Emei's mouth, allowing her power to release completely and wave constantly, while remembering the Moral Scriptures over and over again.

As the Moral Scriptures began to work, my mind became calmer and strange sounds were no longer heard. I gradually got a glimmer of light in my eyes, and before I could react, I sat on the floor with my butt pounded.

This time I fell straight into a seven-piece vegetable, and when I slowed down, I got up and looked at it, Master White Eyebrow Zen and the T-shirt man were right in my distance, slapping the dirt on my body.

I hurried up and asked them if they were okay. The T-shirt man looked at me with a very despicable look and deliberately said to Master Bai Mei Zen: “Look how good he is now, he's worried about both of us...”

After listening hey hey smile, pat me on the shoulder and say you're okay, blame us for not reminding you before.

I was ashamed to scratch my head, but I was happy. The old T-shirt guy was never joking. He was cold on his face 24 hours a day. It seems that he has gradually opened his heart since the end of his grudge with his father-in-law, which is a good thing.

Then I looked around and found ourselves standing at the mouth of a village, far away from the ancient colors of the entire village, with many black flags flying in the middle of the sky, and signs that echoed the wind.

Looking down the trail, from time to time there are people in ancient clothes traveling in the village, and even people knocking door-to-door on a high-headed horse, notifying what the whole ancient drama is about.

“Stop looking, these are not living people! ”

Just as I could see God, ready to go up and take a picture with these people in ancient costumes, the T-shirt man poured cold water on me, and I looked back, weakly, and put my phone away.

The T-shirt man then told me that although most of them were demons, they also had their rules and would never bother with the living during the opening of the market. Even in order to keep the trade fairs running properly, they also proactively help the living.

It is also true that some of the bold people who live in come to the trade every year, taking advantage of the convenience of their location to pick up small things from the lonely wildlings and sell them back to the world to antique dealers.

“You must have been in a lot of these occasions, haven't you got any babies? ”

The description of the T-shirt man made me feel fresh, and the more I looked forward to the upcoming trade, I couldn't help but gossip.

The T-shirt man laughed and said he did attend the ghost market several times, but he came looking for something useful for himself every time, and he really didn't take anything from the ghost for profit. Speaking of which, he hasn't forgotten to give me a needle, saying that some things are undesirable, and the implication is that I may not find tears here.

“Alas, one step at a time! ”

In fact, without him, I can figure it out for myself, if anything could be done, there would be no room for survival in our business.

The T-shirt man saw my reaction and nodded with satisfaction, then said: "A friend of mine once traded a bowl in the ghost market for a year of bliss from the ghost king, and went back and found it to be an authentic Yuan Qinghua! Later, he also appeared in the treasure hunt section of Central Television, although he told the expert that it was his ancestral family. ”

Let me guess how much that bowl is worth. I thought about sticking out my thumb because the Yuan Dynasty's real blue flower market value is between 8 million and 10 million.

“Ten so many. ”

The T-shirt man bluntly said, "I've had a breath of air, because he's not gonna joke about this, but what bowl is worth 100 million dollars?"

“It is a bowl used by the Mongolian royal family, which was used to eat with the bowl during the Kohansi quest for continental Europe. Later, when the bowl returned to the wide platform, it was used to make medicine for Temujin. ”

He couldn't help but shake his tongue, and I shook my head. My heart said that if luck came, there was really no place to reason. Who can think of a disheveled bowl that could relate to these two cowmen?

But the T-shirt man went on to say that the friend suddenly became an outburst home, suffered the jealousy of other colleagues, and was eventually brutally murdered and left with no personal fortune. Speaking of which, he had no choice but to stall: “So Cylon lost his mind and was better than anything. ”

I nodded seriously, and that was not a lie.

We walked into the village in the talking room, and it turns out, as the T-shirt guy said before, most of the kids thought we didn't exist, even if it was a welcome gesture, I didn't think ghosts were that scary for the first time.

The road is full of wine and tea towers, or shops, inns, T-shirts men's light cars take us to a guest house, the boss sits on the front desk in a life vest, and when he sees the T-shirt man's face immediately smiles, he comes up to the respectful said: “First time together, here we come again today, are we still the same rules? ”

The T-shirt man nodded slightly, and it seemed that he was the owner of the place, and then the boss took us upstairs to open three rooms together, but the T-shirt man, afraid that I was in danger alone, let me live with him, while the White Eyebrow Zen master lived next door to us.

“This boss is a ghost?” When the boss left, I couldn't help but ask.

'Cause the boss acted in a way that was clearly a living person, but he was biased towards wearing a life vest. The T-shirt man seemed to come out of my mind, explaining: "The boss is a smart guy, and wearing a life vest can get the kids' liking. ”

I couldn't help but laugh. I said that he was quite good at going to the country. I really didn't want to lose my life to make money.

But it was someone's choice, and I didn't say anything.