Chapter 140: Those who enter the ghost world are both good and evil

"The Hehuan Sect once abandoned a grass boy at the bottom of the valley. Seniors, do you know where the spines of the grass boy and his group went?"

Ye Xingzhou's voice echoed in the valley.

Some of the graves at the bottom of Tongyou Valley are very old. I believe there must be ghosts who know the whereabouts of the spine.

The blue smoke curls up and the breeze blows across your face.

As the sky grew darker, Ye Xingzhou did not wait for a response.

He looked around and asked again, "Seniors, do you know where the spine is?"

A cluster of dark green phosphorescent flames suddenly leaped up, and the halo swayed gently.

Then, tiny dots of phosphorescent light appeared like guiding lights, outlining a winding path.

You see, it’s more convenient to ask the natives than to look for it yourself.

If there is one, there will be two.

Now that we have asked the first question, we naturally have to ask the second question.

"A while ago, a disciple from the Yantian Sect also came to Tongyou Valley. Do you seniors know his whereabouts?"

The guiding phosphorescent lights flickered one by one.

It seems that Chao Fuyun has already gone in first.

But I can’t get through to him by sending spiritual messages. Could something have happened to him?

Ye Xingzhou inserted the burning incense stick into the soil and followed the phosphorous light to move forward.

He stepped carefully, trying to avoid the graves as much as possible, and walked to the end of the phosphorus fire.

There, a red spider lily growing on a skull stood quietly.

He had also seen the red spider lily growing in the skull while in the trapping formation.

"Thank you all for your guidance, seniors."

After expressing his gratitude, Ye Xingzhou pulled up the red spider lily by its roots.

Earth-shaking.

The lingering light of dusk disappeared, replaced by darkness.

The sky is as dark as ink, no stars can be seen, and no human voice can be heard.

Ye Xingzhou put the red spider lily into the storage bag, and in front of him was a long street.

The blue will-o'-the-wisp lights led the way, and people passing by wore all kinds of masks on their faces.

The hawkers' calls, one after another, sound no different from those in the human world at first glance.

If you observe carefully, you will find that these people make no sound when they walk.

Regardless of whether they are fat or thin, they walk like drunk people, floating and soundless.

A living person like Ye Xingzhou standing at the entrance without a mask on his face was particularly abrupt.

But these people seemed not to see him.

Ye Xingzhou raised his eyes and glanced at the arched stone door standing one meter away in front of him.

Two words stood quietly above the stone gate.

Ghost market.

This is the ghost world.

The ghost world has always kept a low profile and never got involved in the affairs of the three realms of immortals, demons, and humans.

The third senior brother’s spine is actually in the ghost world.

This also explains why he couldn't contact his senior brother.

When you reach the ghost world, you can’t use spiritual power. The ghost world only has ghost power.

Ye Xingzhou was still looking at the ghost market when he suddenly heard a sharp laugh from the side.

“Those who enter the ghost world are both good and evil.”

Ye Xingzhou was startled by the sound and looked down. A dwarf man wearing a rat head mask was speaking.

"Sir, if a living person wants to enter this ghost market, he must wear a mask."

As the dwarf man finished speaking, a wall appeared behind him.

There are all kinds of masks hanging on the wall, including pig heads, foxes, and countless others.

The dwarf man's rat-head mask had a unique brilliance, almost like a living being, and at first glance gave people the impression of being treacherous.

"What if I don't wear it?" Ye Xingzhou said.

The dwarf man laughed shrilly, took a half step back, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Sir, you can try it yourself."

The dwarf man was not in a hurry, as if he was sure that Ye Xingzhou would wear a mask.

I have to say that this dwarf man is really cunning. He didn't reveal at all what the consequences would be if you entered the ghost market without wearing a mask.

Ye Xingzhou shifted his gaze and carefully observed the masked pedestrians.

The man with the pig-head mask was bloated. He squeezed in front of the food stall with his fat body and ate meat with a grunt.

The bones after eating were thrown on the ground. The man wearing a dog-head mask walked back and forth, his eyes always fixed on the pile of bones on the ground.

People who wear other animal masks have more or less some animal habits.

So what about this rat head mask next to you?

Ye Xingzhou looked at the wall covered with masks and asked, "What do you want to exchange for your mask?"

The dwarf man's beard on the rat-head mask seemed to move. "Sir, please choose any item on your person to exchange."

"Okay."

Ye Xingzhou pretended to choose and reached out to take the fox mask.

Looking at Ye Xingzhou's movements, the dwarf man's eyes flashed with brilliance under the rat-head mask.

When his hand was about to touch the mask, Ye Xingzhou changed his target in a lightning speed and pulled off the dwarf man's rat head mask.

A tiny rat scream was heard.

The mask that was pulled off was stained with blood.

The dwarf man disappeared, leaving only a set of coarse linen clothes. A big gray-haired rat crawled out of the clothes and fled away quickly.

Ye Xingzhou grabbed the mouse by the tail and lifted it up.

How dare the stinky rat deceive him.

Fortunately, I didn't fall for it.

Ye Xingzhou looked again and saw that the masked pedestrians at the entrance of the ghost market, which was bustling just now, instantly turned into animals.

The pig-headed man turned into a pig on the chopping board, and a butcher was sharpening his knife to slaughter the pig.

In the meat stall, there were two or three freshly cleaned pigs hanging, as well as some meat that was difficult to distinguish.

There was a pile of picked bones on the ground, and several yellow dogs were fighting for the bones with their heads down. When the butcher scolded them, the yellow dogs ran away with their tails between their legs.

After a while, it came over tentatively, picked up the bone and ran away.

The mouse squeaked. Ye Xingzhou grabbed its tail, knocked it unconscious, and walked into the ghost market.

To pass this butcher's stall, a toll is necessary, so the mouse just now lured Ye Xingzhou to wear a mask and become the toll.

The moment he stepped into the ghost market, the butcher's sharp knife pierced through the pig's neck on the chopping board.

The pig screamed, blood spurted into the basin, and the noise gradually subsided.

The butcher held the bloody knife and stared at Ye Xingzhou dimly.

"Hey, butcher brother, you're slaughtering pigs."

Ye Xingzhou walked over familiarly and handed over the rat in the butcher's deathly gaze.

"Long time no see, I brought you a gift."

As soon as the mouse handed over, the butcher chopped off its head with a knife without even looking at it.

The knife sunk deep into the cutting board, and the wooden board split in two.

The butcher stared at Ye Xingzhou unwillingly, but he was helpless.

Be angry.

He paid the toll.

The butcher couldn't do anything even if the chopping board broke into pieces.

Ye Xingzhou walked safely past the butcher's shop.

After Ye Xingzhou left, the butcher kicked a yellow dog and said, "Go."

The yellow dog ran out of the ghost market and instantly transformed into a man wearing a dog-head mask. Then the scene in the ghost market changed to pedestrians wearing masks coming and going.

The man with the dog-head mask stood in front of the wall covered with masks, waiting for the next person to enter the ghost world.

After passing the butcher's stall, an unmarked grave appeared.

There was no tombstone at the grave, which was shrouded in ghostly aura. Ye Xingzhou vaguely saw a pile of offerings placed in front of the grave.

The tributes were flesh and blood, including skeletons of various animals and a freshly dead rat.

Ye Xingzhou turned his head and looked at the road ahead. The road suddenly changed into two mansions.

Just after I finished dealing with one lonely grave, another one comes up. It’s not over yet.

Another illusion.

There are two mansions in front. The one on the left is decorated with white cloth for funerals, while the one on the right is decorated with red lanterns for weddings.

Ye Xingzhou looked left and right and decided to climb over the wall. After just a few steps, he returned to the starting point.

Ye Xingzhou did not give up and simply walked through the Six-Foot Lane between the two mansions.