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"By the way, don't you think these petals are sticky?" Guan Zheng frowned, gently pinched the hem of her clothes with two fingers, and her eyes seemed to want to stare a hole in the petals under her feet.
There was a slight chill in the area covered by the petals, and a faint fishy smell filled the air.
"Could this be caused by blood?" Guan Zheng laughed dryly twice, feeling numb all over, and her body froze in place.
Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if they had taken a bath in blood. After all, the petals fell from the sky.
The feeling of vomiting became even stronger when I heard the vomiting sounds of other people on the roadside. The nausea surged up in waves, and the fishy smell penetrated my nostrils and rushed straight to my brain.
"It's blood, vomit." Upon hearing this, Shi Guiyi turned his head and saw someone shouting, "Blood, blood," and then vomited everything with a "wow". The smell of vomit filled the air and made people frown.
She suppressed the nausea and took out some pills and nasal contraceptives from the small cloth bag she carried with her, and quickly stuffed them into the hands of several people.
It was plums. Yan Chan was stunned. The sour and sweet taste filled her entire mouth. Her eyes were fixed on Shi Guiyi's cloth bag. She thought, is this a treasure box? How come there are even plums in it?
Noticing Yan Chan's gaze fixed on him, Shi Guiyi spoke uncomfortably, "Do you need another one?"
Seeing that she didn't speak, Shi Guiyi waved his hand in front of Yan Chan, interrupting her thoughts, "Yan Huaiqi?"
"Ah?" Yan Chan then realized that he was a little absent-minded. He quickly thanked her for her kindness and politely declined the plums handed to him.
I heard the sound of footsteps beside me and saw that Guan Zheng was already standing by the wall, with her five fingers tightly clasped on the tiny crack in the wall, until their fingers turned white from the force.
"How are you? Are you okay?" Yan Chan gently stroked Guan Zheng's back to help her calm down. The pale face that even the mask could not cover made her heart tighten.
"I'm fine." Guan Zheng closed her eyes and frowned. She didn't look like she was fine at all.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger. Yan Chan took a casual glance and found that the petals covering her calves were melting at an extremely fast speed, and the blood under her feet was rising rapidly, completely soaking the uppers of her shoes.
What's worse, some people fainted on the spot, and their faces lying in a pool of blood were gradually submerged until they completely disappeared in the blood.
Wu Chunlai shouted and led everyone to run to higher ground, blood splattering everywhere.
"Wait, what place is that!?" Yan Chan noticed with his sharp eyes that the "Ghost King's Procession" that had just left was moving slowly in front.
"It's... a forbidden area." Wu Chunlai's eyes darkened and he cursed inwardly, "If you don't want to be swallowed by this blood, you have no choice but to go to the forbidden area."
"Could this be the Ghost King's conspiracy?" Shi Guiyi instantly recalled everything that had happened and muttered, "The sacrifice was just a cover. His real target is everyone in Fengdu Ghost Market!"
But then she thought again, something seemed amiss: "The news about the Four Conchs has just been released. Even if they want to sacrifice someone alive, why not wait a few more days?"
"Hehe, maybe people have already arrived." Yan Chan glanced in the direction of the entrance of Fengdu Ghost Market, but unfortunately it was completely blocked by the tall houses and he could not see anything.
Entrance to Fengdu Ghost Market
On the suspension bridge, a huge crowd of people were trying to see who could rush in first, pushing each other, and some bad-hearted people even took the opportunity to push a lot of people over. The river under the suspension bridge was fast and rapid, and I really didn't know if there was any chance of survival.
The splashing sound of falling into the river was not even noticeable in the noisy environment.
Strangely enough, the suspension bridge that was originally shaky and dilapidated is surprisingly strong and sturdy today, with no sign of breaking down at all.
The suspension bridge was wobbling, but because there were so many people standing on it, it didn't swing very high. There were half-dead trees on both sides. Compared to the deeper parts, the dead trees here were in better condition. At least there were more leaves hanging on the treetops, probably because they were less eroded by ghost energy.
Those who rushed down the suspension bridge first were still smug, walking briskly, as if the four conch shells would appear in their hands in the next moment.
Seeing this, the people at the back squeezed even harder, but it was hard for those in the middle. The people in front stood still, and the people behind were pressing forward step by step. It was difficult for them to even breathe because they were stuck in the middle.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, and the sharp cry of "Ahhhh" resounded through the sky.
Everyone's eyes focused on the source of the sound. The surging sticky blood seemed to be swallowing up everything as it rushed towards the person who had just stood on the ground.
Everyone on the suspension bridge changed their expressions at the same time, fear filled their bodies. There was an eerie silence for a moment, and the next moment everyone turned around in tacit understanding, crowding and pushing to escape from this dangerous place. The cursing was continuous and the noise seemed to shatter their ears.
The suspension bridge made a "cracking" sound as it was stomped on, and the iron chains on both sides joined in this "wonderful music" like harmony.
Unfortunately, the suspension bridge was blocked too tightly, and the person closest to the entrance of Fengdu Ghost Market was frightened and fell to the ground. He wanted to get up but was crushed to death by one footprint after another.
As they were getting closer and closer to the door, as if the dawn of hope had already shone on everyone, they heard a heavy muffled "hum".
The door was closed.
A sudden sense of despair swept over my body, and the coldness penetrated me from head to toe.
Everyone rushed to the door, banging and kicking with all their might, trying their best to break open the heavy door.
On their side, there was a hidden path leading to nowhere. The weeds that were taller than their heads were swaying left and right due to the air waves brought by the blood.
The blood finally reached the suspension bridge at this moment, and with a loud "whoosh" it merged into the turbulent river, thus creating the "blood waterfall".
But no one dared to relax at all. After all, the rushing blood was surging up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it would soon be level with the suspension bridge.
Some brave people go into the alleys to seek what they call "a glimmer of hope", while the timid ones are still trying to knock on the door of Fengdu Ghost Market which can never be opened again.
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A key emitting a dark green light was now suspended in the air. It spun around with a click, and the door appeared.
A tall man in a black robe stepped in without hesitation.
He grasped the silver-white key, raised his hand to remove the mask on his face, took off the blood-stained black robe, picked it up with two fingers and threw it to the ground in disgust.
This person was Gao Tinghan, who left after saying "unexpected surprise".
"Ah, the air outside is indeed more fresh and pleasant." He stretched, found a tree and leaned against it, looking at the sun above his head through the shadow of the tree. Gao Tinghan raised the key in his hand, which reflected a silvery light. He squinted his eyes, stuffed the key back into his clothes and fell asleep.
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