Xiao Liu touched her chin.
"That's true. If the Underworld Tower gets this person, won't they want him to death? But sister, it's okay. If you like him, even if you can't afford him, you can still kiss him."
Qi Su was baffled.
"What's the meaning?"
Xiao Liutou chuckled, his expression rather lewd.
"Didn't I say I have connections? Even if I can't afford it, I can still touch her hand and chat with her."
…
Discussing his auction prices in front of the master.
Master Yu is extremely rude.
So after the demonstration, Zen Master Daoci sat on his meditation cushion and disappeared into the air again.
Based on their marketing tactics alone, Huangquan Minglou deserves to be the number one building in the ghost market.
Xiao Liu pulled Qi Su out of the crowd.
Settle her in a quiet corner and let her wait there for a while.
They even thoughtfully gave him some instructions.
"I'll be back in fifteen minutes. Be careful on your own, and don't eat or drink anything that anyone offers you."
Qi Su sat cross-legged on the chair.
The lobby was bustling with activity, separated only by a semi-transparent gauze screen.
Looking up at the dark stone ceiling above.
I was struck by a huge absurdity.
Wait, what was she originally going to do at the Hanging Mountain Ghost Market?
…
Little Willow soon returned.
Holding a jade token, he led Qi Su away from the main hall, through the winding cave, and stopped in front of a mountain wall.
Two men in black stood outside the cliff.
Xiao Liu showed him the jade token.
The man in black frowned.
"Why is there another one?"
Little Willow: "My sister is just here to take a look. The head steward has already said it's fine."
The man in black heard the head butler's name.
"Go in, and you must come out within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. No delays or lingering are allowed."
Xiao Liu led Qi Su through the stone gate.
Stick out your tongue.
"A thousand taels is only enough for one incense stick."
He turned to look at Qi Su, "Sister, you won't feel bad about it, will you?"
Qi Su remained expressionless.
"It's okay. If I feel bad, I'll just twist your head off."
.
This is a boudoir.
The air is filled with the fragrance of snowflakes, and the light gauze hangs slowly.
The bedding was a crimson peach blossom quilt, and even the embroidered stool was made of satin embroidered with colorful butterflies chasing flowers.
A monk dressed in white sat upright in the room with his eyes closed.
Gather the prayer beads and focus your attention on your nose.
Qi Su thought she had accidentally wandered onto the set of the Journey to the West: The Land of Women.
This stone boudoir not only houses monks, but also seven or eight female demons.
They were whispering among themselves around the monk.
However, there was an iron railing blocking the way in front of the monk.
Divide this boudoir in two.
It was described as a boudoir, but it also resembled a specially converted prison cell.
Xiao Liu poked Qi Su with her elbow again.
"Sister, am I right? She's very popular."
As they were talking, one of them couldn't hold back any longer.
"You say you are Dao Ci, recite a Buddhist scripture for me."
The person next to him chuckled.
"Do you think the master is a courtesan from Fengle Tower, that he'll chant scriptures just because you tell him to?"
Someone else said, "Stand up, let me see your height."
No matter what the people around him said, the monk simply sat with his eyes closed, looking completely absorbed in meditation.
It gives off a sense of a high-ranking monk falling into hell.
At that moment, a slender, long finger, stained with deep red cardamom, reached down to the monk's chin and lifted his face.
The monk's clear, cool eyes, like pure crystal, opened.
The surrounding area fell silent for a moment.
It immediately became noisy.
"How could you go in? How dare you touch him? Didn't I tell you not to touch him?"
"Didn't you see that the guards next to her didn't say anything? She must have paid more money."
The woman not only touched him, but also pinched his face with her fingers.
She was tall and slender, with heavy makeup, and looked to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She was very alluring and beautiful.
"Shh, this is the witch's goddaughter."
Qi Su's heart stirred.
...A witch?
The woman ignored the surrounding chatter, acting like a discerning customer carefully selecting the pork or beef she wanted.
A moment later, she let go of his hand.
She swayed her hips as she stepped out of the iron fence.
He seemed rather disheartened and was about to leave.
Little Willow Head cheerfully struck up a conversation.
"Sister, is this monk a fake?"
The woman gave a cold laugh.
I don't know if it's fake or not, but it's missing something. It'll be enough for casual use though.
The crowd gasped in astonishment, before they could even speak.
The guards standing outside the iron fence said, "Stop talking nonsense and showing disrespect to the master."
The woman glanced at her sideways.
"I never expected that the Underworld Tower not only makes lifelike funerary objects, but also replicates people to a near 90% accuracy."
It seems that the witch was someone of great importance; even though she was undermining them, the guards only glanced at her.
Pretend you didn't hear it.
As the woman swayed past Qi Su, a pair of eyes fell on her.
I glanced at it a few times.
He left with a nonsensical "Interesting," and went outside.
Qi Su turned around and was about to leave as well.
Xiao Liu grabbed his arm.
The boy blinked.
"Sister, a thousand taels of silver, and you're leaving before we've even heard a sound?"
Qi Su: "It's pointless, he doesn't chant scriptures."
Seeing that Qi Su had really gone out, Xiao Liuer could only sigh twice and had no choice but to follow her out.
He kept muttering to himself as he walked.
One thousand taels, one thousand taels...
Let me try to get closer to them and see if I can back down a bit more.
The two exited through the stone gate guarded by soldiers.
The witch's goddaughter had long since disappeared.
Qi Su asked, "Who is the witch?"
Little Willow was startled and quickly looked around.
"Let's go somewhere secluded and I'll tell you quietly."
.
The witch is a legend in the Ghost Market of Hanging Mountain.
She was highly skilled in medicine and poisons, and was also proficient in some esoteric practices such as witchcraft and shamanism.
There's a saying in the ghost market.
The King of Hell tells you to leave, the witch tells you to stay.
Even the Underworld Tower treated her with great courtesy.
Didn't you see that her goddaughter was able to touch the master directly?
The others could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.
The reason why people in the ghost market held her in such awe and even avoided talking about her was mainly because this old woman not only had medical skills, but she was also a madwoman.
That's insane.
When researching new drugs, it was commonplace to release poison, insects, or smoke into the ghost market.
She used the dead to feed insects.
Those who are alive will be dragged back to the medicine mound to be used as medicine people.
Moreover, she has a gloomy and strange temper, and is extremely narrow-minded.
If she hears anyone cursing her, even if it's just hearsay, she'll drag that person back to the Medicine Tomb to take revenge.
Over time, no one dared to talk about her to her face anymore.
Qi Su touched her chin.
No wonder the dancers at Fengle Tower told her that.
You can just go to the Ghost Market in Xuanshan and ask around.
That old woman is very famous; everyone knows her.
How can we meet this witch?
Xiao Liu was startled when he heard what she said.
“My sister, what’s bothering you that you want to see her? You’re so beautiful and so young. If she sees you, she might get jealous and you’ll never be able to leave again.”
Qi Su: "I have something important to ask her about."
After Xiao Liutou's efforts to stop it failed.
He sighed.
"We're siblings after all, I'll try to think of a way to help you."
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