Yanchan feels like she's dying
Although there was no wind, the thick fog had dispersed. The plaque of Fengdu Ghost Market stood above everyone's heads. It was deserted outside, but looking inside through the porch, one could always spot groups of people in twos or threes in unexpected places.
Occasionally, a few ghost shadows floated by, and Yan Chan subconsciously grasped the short blade hidden in his sleeve.
"Wangliang Danggui." The puppets outside Fengdu Ghost Market tilted their necks and mechanically uttered these words, as if there was a string controlling them.
From time to time, it twisted its not very flexible body, making a "cracking" sound, but it always kept its head down, looking a little eerie.
Yan Chan pulled out Gao Tinghan, the thief they had caught yesterday, who was standing behind him, and said, "Exchange the secret code."
Fortunately, she had a trick up her sleeve, otherwise it would be difficult to enter the Fengdu Ghost Market. Thinking of this, she gently pushed Gao Tinghan forward, right between the two dolls.
"Wangliang Danggui." The puppet's joints made a "cracking" sound and said again.
"A hundred ghosts can pass through." After saying this, he straightened his black robe, wanting to wrap himself more tightly. He touched the mask on his face again, and after confirming that it was safe, he turned to the others and said, "Okay, you can go in."
The two puppets quickly made way for a path, completely unlike their previous "rusty" state.
It is conceivable that if the code is answered incorrectly, the consequences will not be good. Yan Chan's heart sank even more. This Fengdu Ghost Market is indeed full of crises.
"Go in quickly, it's unlucky to look into the eyes of a puppet." Gao Tinghan urged hurriedly, and moved a little further away from it, as if he really didn't want to have too much contact with the puppet.
"Is there such a saying?" Shi Guiyi asked curiously in a low voice, his eyes still bright under the mask.
"I heard this at the Fengdu Ghost Market." He shuddered and said nothing more, not wanting to explain too much. Fortunately, Shi Guiyi did not ask any further questions.
"Let's go." Yan Chan smiled at the person behind him.
For a moment, Shi Guiyi was lost in thought as she stared at Yan Chan's profile. When she came to her senses, the others had already gone in. Seeing this, she hurriedly chased after them.
After entering the Fengdu Ghost Market, you must first cross the suspension bridge. The suspension bridge is very shaky and dangerous, and some parts are even broken. Looking up at this "magnificent" ghost market, Yan Chan was very confused. Why is there no one here? No, there is no ghost to repair the suspension bridge?
Is it true that no one fell from it? Maybe someone did...
Yan Chan walked in front, pulling the brim of her hat down a little. She looked around as if nothing had happened, and suddenly heard a scream behind her. She quickly turned around and saw that Shi Guiyi had stepped on empty air and was almost falling.
Yan Chan quickly grabbed her wrist and watched as the two wooden boards under Gui Yi's feet fell into the water below and quickly disappeared.
It really needs some repairs... What do the ghosts in Fengdu Ghost Market do every day? Are they all busy catching people? My house is about to be destroyed... Yan Chan kept complaining in her heart.
With a push, Shi Guiyi was pulled over, and she fell into Yan Chan's arms, her expression still frightened.
Yan Chan's original intention was just to let her stand firm. According to her assumption, Shi Guiyi should still be some distance away from her, but for some reason he actually threw himself into her arms.
Yan Chan's body was a little stiff after being bumped by her. It turned out that she was still not used to close contact with others. This feeling was as if thousands of ants were crawling on her body. She resisted the urge to push Shi Guiyi away and held her shoulders to move away.
Suddenly, Wu Chunlai, who was in the front, came over at some point. He "accidentally" squeezed in between the two of them and asked Shi Guiyi with concern if he was okay. Yan Chan was forced to take a step back by his action and curled her lips.
Why are you pretending? It's so childish... Yan Chan couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Yan Chan tilted her head to look at Gao Tinghan, who had already gotten off the bridge and was standing there looking around. She didn't know if it was because he had stolen too many things, but he looked like a thief just standing there... No matter how Yan Chan looked at him, he seemed sneaky.
Since she had nothing to do here, Yan Chan walked quickly across the suspension bridge, not noticing Shi Guiyi's slightly disappointed look.
There are two people whispering to each other on the front left, and an old man sitting on the ground on the right. People are coming and going on the roads on both sides, but most of them are moving alone.
As a result, as soon as they came in, they attracted the attention of most people. They all looked sideways in their direction while wearing masks. Some of them who did not turn their heads were also quietly listening to the movements of Yan Chan.
"They... are all looking at us." Shi Guiyi lowered his voice, his eyes under the mask a little at a loss for a moment.
As they had just arrived, they knew very little about the rules of the ghost market and did not dare to act rashly.
As he glanced over, the onlookers all looked away.
I always feel like something is staring at me... Yan Chan rubbed his arms. The wind here was so cold.
"Ah, ah." The crow kept calling, shaking its head on the branch, its red eyes appearing and disappearing.
Suddenly, with a whoosh, the crowd quickly gathered together, and faint whispers flowed past their ears.
"Why are they all going in the same direction?"
Yan Chan turned her head and found that Shi Guiyi, who had just spoken, was already standing beside her, staring straight at the commotion in the distance.
"Let's go and take a look." Wu Chunlai was also very curious.
......
With a "crack", the mask on the man's face broke into two pieces. He subconsciously covered it with his hands, and a long sword brushed past his ear, cutting off a few strands of his hair.
With a "swish", the hem of his clothes flew off and the swords collided with each other. He jumped into the air and kicked the opponent without giving him a chance to breathe. The onlookers made way for him very attentively, and the man's body slid on the ground until he hit the stone wall.
There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his legs were in an unnatural position.
The next moment, the flying sword had pierced into the chest, and the person lying on the ground was dead.
The stage has ended and everyone has dispersed.
"Didn't they say that we can't act recklessly in the Ghost Market?" It seems that the information they got was a bit biased. In a dark corner, Yan Chan grabbed Gao Tinghan's collar and asked.
"Maybe they have a grudge against each other?" Gao Tinghan made a gesture of surrender, his expression unclear under the mask.
"Are you lying to me?" The short blade once again covered his fragile neck.
"In fact, that person is the one wanted by the Ghost Market!!" Gao Tinghan shouted in a hurry. Yan Chan quickly glanced around and found that there was no one around. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"There's a Thousand Secret Pavilion in the Ghost Market, you can put up a bounty there!"
Something was approaching, Yan Chan suddenly raised his head and met the puppet's eyes. The puppet didn't understand what was going on, so he just tilted his head and twisted his body and left.
"One last question. Answer it and I'll let you go." Yan Chan felt creepy when she stared at him.
"Why is it unlucky to look into the eyes of a puppet?" Yan Chan loosened her grip on his collar and instead grabbed his shoulders.
Hearing this, Gao Tinghan swallowed his saliva and asked with a vague look: "Do you really want to know?"
"nonsense."
"There's a rumor circulating in Fengdu Ghost Market that the puppets are the eyes of the Ghost King, and if you look into the puppets' eyes, you're being targeted by the Ghost King."
"Does it all end badly?" Yan Chan asked doubtfully.
"In short, those people never appeared again." After saying this, there was no more sound.
Yan Chan was silent for a long time, took out a small porcelain bottle, threw it to him, and turned around and left.
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Yan Chan was walking along with a gloomy face, and was about to look for Shi Guiyi and the others when she heard a muffled "bang" sound coming from the alley in front. She raised her eyes, and the gloom between her brows dissipated a little.
During this time, there were sounds of pulling and curses. Yan Chan subconsciously stopped and pressed his body against the wall, with his hands around his chest and one leg on the wall.
She saw a figure running out of the alley and into her sight. The sound of messy footsteps sounded again, getting closer and closer.
The man was wearing a black robe, but his whole body was wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. There were no more water droplets on his body, which showed that he had been running for a long time.
She couldn't see the man's face, but she felt that the figure seemed familiar.
Yan Chan didn't know why, but he reached out and grabbed her. The two of them walked quickly in the alley. Yan Chan noticed a dilapidated little house and quickly ran in with his people.
She pressed herself against the wall, her hands tightly gripping the man's shoulders, her rapid breathing sounding somewhat ambiguous at this moment.
The two looked at each other silently through the masks, and suddenly a hand blocked Yan Chan's sight.
Yan Chan did not resist and let her take off her mask, but she had already clasped her hands together, covering her cold fingertips.
Guan Zheng could no longer hold back her tears and threw herself into her arms, sobbing. The fragrance of jasmine filled the air again. She took off her mask and her tears wet Yan Chan's black robe.
The arm on her neck made her feel itchy, and the hot breath sprayed on her body. Yan Chan felt the sobbing of the person in her arms, and the bony hands patted her back gently.
It was not until the person in his arms fell silent that Yan Chan realized she had fallen asleep.
......
Yan Chan found some firewood from somewhere, and it was burning with a crackling sound, with wet clothes hanging on it.
This place is secluded and seldom has people walking around, which is convenient for the two of them.
But after such a long time, Shi Guiyi and the others must be a little anxious, after all, I have been "missing" for half a day.
"Yan Chan." Guan Zheng was lying on the worn-out bed, with Yan Chan's clothes under her and on her body.
She turned her head to look at Yan Chan's thin back beside her and spoke softly, not noticing anything unusual until she caught a glimpse of her clothes appearing by the fire, and her expression became a little unbearable.
With a "slurp", she felt like a cooked shrimp. "Yan Chan." She didn't know what to say, but just kept calling her name.
"Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?" Yan Chan said dazedly with his eyes open. He turned around and touched Guan Zheng's forehead. It was not hot. Yan Chan breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes again.
I'm so sleepy.
Seeing that she fell asleep again, Guan Zheng felt a sense of relief in her heart. She propped up her upper body and stared at Yan Chan's sleeping face.
The clothes didn't fit her well, and the collar revealed a bit of white. She wanted to get out of bed to see if the clothes were dry.
Guan Zheng supported herself on Yan Chan and just as she stepped over with one leg, her hair brushing against Yan Chan's face perhaps made her a little more awake. She blinked her tightly closed eyes, and a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, pressing down hard.
In her dream, Yan Chan held the teddy bear she had bought before, rubbing it in her arms. The soft touch made her sigh.
He buried his face in the bear's neck and took a deep breath, his face full of satisfaction.
In the past, she only had one stuffed bear, but the bear's nose was a bit prickly, and its clothes could not be changed, and the fabric was very poor. Yan Chan was uncomfortable holding it, so she bought another one.
The second bear’s nose was very soft, and its fur was more comfortable than the first one. What Yanchan liked most was that its clothes could be changed at will! !
At night she always likes to fall asleep hugging the naked bear.
When Yan Chan opened her eyes again, she felt a pressure on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Why did the quilt feel so heavy today?
Huh? No, if the quilt is on the back of her hand... what's under her palm?
Yan Chan's eyes suddenly opened wide. She felt the soft touch of her palm and froze for a moment. Yan Chan felt a bunch of horses running past her head...
It's over, it's over, it's over...
Gao Tinghancheng didn't lie to me, Yan Chan really felt like she was a little dead.
Yan Chan shed tears of regret, swallowed, and slowly let go of her hand, only to meet a pair of bright eyes.
The girl's face was flushed red as she glared at her awkwardly.
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