Chapter 43 Even I myself cannot touch my Xunxun
Xie Xun ignored Fu Qinghuai's veiled criticism and turned his gaze to the stall owner.
"Soul-Locking Chain, 80,000. Seven-Star Sword, 60,000."
The stall owner paused, tapped the slightly cracked compass with his finger, and said bluntly, "As for this tracking compass, it's 30,000, no bargaining."
This price made several stall owners around gasp in surprise.
In the ghost market, this is already an astronomical price.
An old woman selling talismans nearby couldn't help but mutter, "That heartless old devil, he only rips off new customers."
"Tsk tsk, what a waste."
Another burly man fiddling with the copper coins at his stall also shook his head, "That compass is cracked like that, it's worth at most three thousand."
Everyone thought the black-robed stall owner was deliberately raising the price because Xie Xun was a stranger.
Several regulars were ready to watch the young man haggle, but unexpectedly...
"Can."
Xie Xun readily agreed, counted out a stack of banknotes, and handed them to the stall owner after counting them carefully.
The movements were swift and decisive, as if the money was just scraps of paper, not a fortune. This display of wealth and power made the black-robed stall owner pause and offer a hoarse reminder.
"Payment and goods settled, no regrets upon leaving the stall. We are not responsible for any issues that may arise afterward."
"nature."
Xie Xun nodded, put away the three magical artifacts, and turned to leave with Fu Qinghuai.
They had barely walked a hundred meters from the stall when they encountered a group of people dressed in white and wearing straw hats, playing suona horns and carrying a three-meter-long white banner. The banner was embroidered with twisted incantations, and wherever it went, the lanterns went out.
Behind the white banners followed a long procession. The people looked dazed and disoriented, like puppets being manipulated, making it resemble a funeral procession.
"The Yin Banner, and the humanoid puppets that are being manipulated."
Fu Qinghuai leaned closer to Xie Xun, his smile still somewhat nonchalant, "Look at that soul-suppressing bell on the corner of the flag, it's quite old."
Xie Xun looked as instructed and saw that the banners were moving without wind, and dozens of pained faces appeared on the swirling surface. But the most frightening thing was not this, but that at the end of the procession, a bronze coffin was being carried.
From a distance, seven peach wood nails were driven into the coffin lid, and black mist was gushing out from the nail holes.
As the coffin passed Xie Xun, the soul-locking chain in his sleeve suddenly trembled violently.
He looked down and saw the chain head emitting faint glows, while the pointer of the newly bought compass spun wildly, eventually pointing to the very front of the line.
Suddenly, the coffin bearers chanted a distorted incantation for rebirth in unison, and a crack appeared in the ground of the ghost market, from which a cold, foul wind howled out.
Xie Xun felt a chill run through his body and unconsciously touched his arm.
The contents of that coffin were probably something that flowed out from the underworld.
Xie Xun had no idea what the purpose of the spirit banner and the coffin with seven peach wood nails was, nor were there any related terms recorded in his great-grandfather's notes, so he had no way of knowing.
But the Liu family, by doing this, probably really wants to revive something, or do something else.
Everything before him was like a huge fog rushing towards him, enveloping him completely. This strange team seemed to have deliberately exposed itself so that he could follow and explore.
It was obviously a trap set for him to fall into; he must be out of his mind to follow it and die.
I have bought a suitable ritual implement, but I have not used it yet and do not know how effective it is.
He wouldn't put himself in danger without being certain of his safety.
"Look, they're going to force open the path to the underworld at midnight."
Fu Qinghuai stepped forward, a dense yin energy forming a protective barrier around Xie Xun, before slowly smiling and saying, "It seems the Liu family can't wait to bring something back."
Xie Xun remained silent, ignoring him completely, wanting only to immediately summon Liu Xiuyuan and his apprentice to leave this dangerous place.
However, when his gaze fell upon the group of zombies, his heart sank.
Who else could it be but Ah-Can, the one trailing at the back of the group with vacant eyes and unsteady steps?
That's not all; even Master Liu was on the list, making the two master and disciple seem like puppets whose souls had been taken away.
This is really troublesome.
He instinctively wanted to turn and leave. What did the Liu family's conspiracy have to do with him? What did the lives of these people have to do with him?
No one is bothering him; his meddling will only bring trouble upon himself.
In particular, given his current lack of firepower and his complete lack of confidence in himself, he dared not gamble.
But his feet felt like lead, rooted to the spot. His mind was filled with Ah Can's enthusiastic greetings of "Brother Xie," and Master Liu's care for him these past few days.
...Tsk.
Xie Xun frowned in frustration.
Only those in the know can get out of this ghost market.
Yes, it's just that if Liu Xiuyuan weren't around, he himself would find it difficult to leave.
It's definitely not some nonsense about a sudden outburst of kindness!
Xie Xun took a deep breath, his gaze finally settling firmly on the strange group, his fingers gripping the Seven Star Sword in his hand.
Knowing full well that there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den.
He refused to believe that with these magical artifacts and Fu Qinghuai, the thousand-year-old evil spirit who could crush the Liu family monster with his bare hands, he couldn't save Liu Xiuyuan and his apprentice.
Fu Qinghuai, standing to the side, took in all his struggles and a playful smile crept onto his lips.
That's how he is. He's clearly soft-hearted but unwilling to admit his kindness. He always likes to wrap himself up and push others away.
She's such a stubborn but soft-hearted ice block.
But that's precisely why people want to break through this icy shell and see all the vulnerability and pitifulness he hides.
How exciting would it be if he could warm up Xie Xun, who keeps everyone at arm's length?
Fu Qinghuai stared at Xie Xun's handsome profile, his darkest possessiveness growing wildly like vines.
He wanted those aloof fox eyes to hold only him, to beat only for him, and to cherish only him.
Just imagining Xie Xun one day being moved by him, losing control because of him, and even actively seeking his protection and reliance, made Fu Qinghuai tremble all over, and his black mist boil.
Xie Xun had no time to care about Fu Qinghuai; he gripped his sword tightly and followed the group closely.
In an instant, the surrounding fog suddenly thickened, and a jarring burst of joyful music suddenly erupted from ahead.
A wedding procession carrying a red bridal sedan chair suddenly emerged from the thick fog and crashed straight into the funeral procession!
White banners and red silks intertwine, and mournful and joyful suona music plays simultaneously, creating a strange harmony between the two contrasting melodies.
"It's the Red and White Duo."
At this moment, Fu Qinghuai's voice became serious for the first time, "Xunxun, step back!"
But it was too late. The moment the two teams collided, countless hands reached out from the thick fog and shoved Xie Xun hard into the red sedan chair!
The sedan curtain was lifted again as it shook violently, and the sound of suona horns played incessantly outside the sedan.
The moment Xie Xun was forcibly pushed into the red sedan chair, Fu Qinghuai unleashed a terrifying aura of ferocity.
"Dare to touch my people!"
The black mist condensed into a giant dragon, which violently crashed into the sedan chair, attempting to snatch Xie Xun back, but was fiercely repelled by a barrier containing his original soul power.
The aura of my soul?
Ha, she's just a wisp of a lost soul, yet she dares to try and steal Xie Xun from me and have a ghost marriage with him?
That's ridiculous, how dare you?
Even I myself cannot touch my Xunxun!
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