Jiang Li was holding a bracelet in his hand, which he bought from a one-eyed old ghost using some pieces of broken jade.

If viewed with the naked eye, this bracelet is neither made of gold nor wood, but is as smooth as jade, and is obviously a spiritual treasure.

But after the spiritual energy flowed into my eyes, I realized that the beads on the bracelet no longer had any spirituality at all.

Instead, they turned into thirteen human eyeballs that were still spinning! Judging from the color of the irises, one of them was the eyeball of the one-eyed old ghost.

The things bought from this place are really shady.

Although this thing only needs a little refining to be made into a magic weapon, he could be considered to have picked up a bargain this time.

But even a Yin-attributed spiritual root cultivator like Jiang Li couldn't stand the heavy taste here. . .

Jiang Li was really speechless when he saw these ghosts who dared to sell anything.

However, these guys are so keen on buying and selling that with a little training, they might become good employees. It would be a pity to kill them casually.

Jiang Li walked to an empty alley next to the ghost market street and was taking out a stack of talisman papers from his arms, intending to use the talisman formation he had just learned to cover the entire area.

"Help!...Help!...Can anyone save me!"

However, at this moment, several sad cries for help were heard. Just by listening to the voices, one could tell that the person must be the most beautiful person in the world, which made people imagine a lot.

Soon, several figures appeared at the entrance of the alley.

Behind were three big men who were obviously not good guys, chasing after him relentlessly, while in front was a cool and elegant girl in cool clothes, running stumblingly.

There was a sound of silk cloth tearing, and the girl's dress was grabbed by the big man behind her, and then large pieces of the light gauze skirt were torn apart.

The girl let out a clear scream, and only a few pieces of cloth were left covering her body, exposing her icy and charming skin, which reflected a breathtaking luster under the moonlight. Then she fell to the ground and fell at Jiang Li's feet.

"Master! Master, save me!"

Gurgle~

Jiang Li looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help swallowing. The girl in front of him was so breathtakingly beautiful.

Looking at Jiang Li's expression, the girl's eyes flashed with a hint of "all men are the same", and then she looked even more pitiful.

"Boy! Stop meddling in other people's business! Hand that girl over to me! Otherwise, you will suffer!"

The big man at the entrance of the alley also squeezed in. I don't know when a thick-bladed boning knife used in a butcher's shop appeared in his hand, and he was trying hard to look ferocious.

"Master! Leave me alone! Run away!"

The girl beside him was still so considerate even when she was being chased. If he were an ordinary young man who was not very worldly-wise, how could he not regard this "kind" girl as the love of his life?

Jiang Li restrained his Qi training and deliberately revealed the inner strength of an inner martial artist, making it even more difficult to see his true strength. This was probably the reason why the other party came to him.

Although he knew that something was wrong, Jiang Li still did not choose to take direct action. He finally triggered a "plot" event, which finally made him feel like a time traveler.

Although this might be a honey trap, Jiang Li, who has strong cultivation skills, is not afraid of this group of ghosts.

"When you see injustice, you should draw your sword and help. Miss, don't panic, just stand behind me."

Jiang Li helped the girl up, then took off the gloves on his hands and stood in front of her.

This pair of gloves is made of the skin from the dragon turtle's claws and is extremely tough. Jiang Li wore them when he visited the ghost market to avoid accidentally scalding the ghosts to death.

"Boy! You want to ruin my good deeds! You are looking for death!"

The sturdy man stepped forward fiercely, wielding the bone-cutting knife and chopped off the man's head.

That kind of thick bone-cutting knife can easily split a pig's head or a cow's head. If an ordinary person is hit by it, his skull will be split in half.

But that was only for mortals. The bone-cutting knife, which still carried a wisp of Yin energy on the blade, stopped silently above Jiang Li's head.

Jiang Li's right hand seemed to be just lightly resting on it, but the big man used all his strength but couldn't make the bone-cutting knife move at all.

Hiss, hiss, hiss! Wisps of white smoke rose up. This bone-cutting knife was obviously made of Yin objects. After it came into contact with Jiang Li's magic-breaking golden skin, it immediately burned several deep fingerprints.

"Go away!"

Jiang Li kicked the three strong men out of the alley and into the house opposite.

In that house, the illusion of three strong men with flesh and blood gradually faded and turned back into three blackened bones.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Jiang Li put on the gloves again and then helped the other person up from the ground.

The girl fell to the ground, about to cry. After being helped up by Jiang Li, she raised her pair of bright eyes and looked at him.

"I was strolling in the street with my maid, but was molested by the villain Zhang the Butcher. He usually runs rampant in the village, and today, he wanted to force me to marry him. To be his thirteenth concubine! Wuuuuu!"

"Thanks to you for saving me, I am able to escape danger. I have no way to repay you for your kindness. My parents are out tonight and there is no one at home. Please come into the mansion and have a rest for a while, so that I can repay you a little!"

The girl was half-naked and looked shy and timid, so Jiang Li had no heart to refuse her and agreed right away.

He picked up the two pieces of rags from the ground and put them on her, then walked out of the alley under her guidance.

Jiang Li walked behind, with rich spiritual energy gathering in his eyes, and looked at the red-faced skeleton in front of him.

He thought to himself that if the ghost's illusion was too disgusting after it was broken, he would slap her to death on the spot.

But what I didn't expect was that, at first glance, although there was a thick purple-black aura lingering around the other person, the skin was not fake. Not only was it not rotten, disgusting, or crawling with insects as imagined, it even revealed a kind of beauty between life and death.

Jiang Li was confused for a moment, not knowing whether it was because he did not see through the other party's disguise or there was some other reason.

However, he has now developed a great interest in the Qitu Ghost Market, so he cannot alert the enemy for the time being.

The ghost market has always been famous for its elusiveness. If you alarm them, they will all run away at once, and even a Jindan cultivator will be helpless.

Jiang Li took a few steps back and took out a small coffin from his arms, then threw it into the darkness behind him without leaving any trace.

"What's wrong, young master?"

The woman walked to the entrance of the alley and found that Jiang Li did not follow her, so she turned back and called out softly.

"It's okay. I was just thinking... the lady is so beautiful, but I don't know her name."

"Thank you for the compliment, my name is Qin Shuman..."

The two chatted about their life experiences as they walked along the ghost market. The hundreds of ghosts hurrying by on the road seemed not to see them at all, or no ghost dared to look directly at the two people walking side by side.

Jiang Li is a strong and sturdy man with a strong yang energy. Next to him is a stunning beauty in scantily clad clothes. Even a ghost would not be able to help but take a few more glances.

But there is no ghost like that.

Jiang Li looked at the person next to him with even stronger curiosity.

Soon, the ghost market came to an end, and a tall courtyard with luxurious decoration appeared in front of it. Two big red lanterns were hung in front of the door, but the red light did not make people feel any warmth.

"Sir, please follow me into the mansion and rest..."

Qin Shuman, not knowing whether he was a human or a ghost, bowed politely, then walked forward and pushed open the door of the mansion. Pavilions and towers could be vaguely seen in the misty inside. It was undoubtedly a wealthy family.

This is just like paying a huge sum of money to have a child. Although it is a trick, the temptation is too great.

Jiang Li was looking at the mansion covered by illusion. He had to say that Qin Shuman's decoration design concept was really good, as he could transform a dilapidated temple into such a look. If he wasn't a ghost, he could go and do some decoration.

"All the pretty girls are skeletons. This little brother has already stepped into the gates of hell and doesn't even know it. Ahem, if you give me a bowl of hot blood to quench my thirst, maybe you can save his life."

At this time, in the shadows not far away, an old man was walking slowly towards them, leading a donkey. On the donkey's back, the little girl had a string of bright red candied haws in her hand and was shaking her head happily.

"Don't pay attention to him, sir. He is a well-known lunatic among us and he often cheats people!"

"Someone come! Beat him to death with sticks!"

Qin Shuman seemed to know the other person, and she seemed like a different person, without any shyness from before.

After a loud shout, dozens of ghosts dressed as servants rushed out of the Qin Mansion and rushed towards the old man with the donkey.

With this attitude, the butcher just now would never dare to force his way into her life.

"Monster! How dare you be so presumptuous! It is your fate to fall into the hands of this old man today!"

The old man untied a wooden stick from the donkey and pointed it forward repeatedly, easily blasting dozens of servants into ashes.

The girl on the donkey clapped and cheered loudly, as if she saw something very interesting.

Jiang Li saw it clearly, and that aura was clearly at the foundation-building level. Although it didn't look as powerful as his fellow disciples in the sect, ordinary ghosts were no match for foundation-building cultivators.

Qin Shuman saw that the situation was not right and no longer bothered to continue disguising herself. The cloth on her body, which was originally not much in number, suddenly became longer, and she controlled the white silk to rush towards the other party.

More servants and ghost soldiers swarmed in from the mansion.

But ghosts are ghosts, they are extremely evil and filthy, and without a body to contain them, they are too easy to be restrained.

The two hundred ghost soldiers who arrived did not hold out for long before they were frightened out of their wits by the waving of the black talisman paper. The white silk flying in the air was also torn into pieces.

A foundation-building cultivator of unknown origin was fighting fiercely with the evil female ghost in the Seven Paths Ghost Market.

On the contrary, Jiang Li, who looked harmless, was left aside and no one paid any attention to him.

Judging from the conversation between the man and the ghost, they should have known each other before.

In fact, this old donkey man had long been eyeing the Qitu Ghost Market, wanting to capture the hundreds of ghosts in the town to refine magic weapons and talismans.

However, after attacking the ghost market many times, either they alerted the enemy and caused the ghosts to flee without a trace, or they encountered this beautiful female ghost and were beaten out by the enemy's ghost soldiers.

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He had been inactive for several years, and finally managed to refine a thousand black talismans before he came to catch ghosts again.

But for some unknown reason, there seemed to be a problem with the original 3,000 ghost soldiers in the Qitu Ghost Market. No matter how the other side was defeated, only more than 200 ghost soldiers came out.

I can only say that God is helping me! The old man was overjoyed, holding the Black Talisman Howling Stick in his hand, and started to hit again and again.

"Master! Master, save me!"

Qin Shuman had suffered from the black talisman before, so he was very afraid of the power of the howling stick. He could only retreat repeatedly under the attack of the black talisman's long stick.

Don't be fooled by her appearance. She likes to act out the scene of being kidnapped every now and then, but this little girl is the real owner of the Seven Paths Ghost Market.

After all, it is just a ghost town in a small town. Isn't it rare and powerful that a ghost like this can confront a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage head-on?

If Jiang Li was just an ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivator, he would really be trembling in fear under such a confrontation.

Qin Shuman, the lord of the Ghost Market, was also feeling very strange tonight. Her ghost soldiers were clearly in the town, but no matter how she called, they did not come to support her.

But she didn't have time to care too much at this moment.

She quickly hid behind the "mortal" Jiang Li, and long black claws emerged in her hands. She was ready to use Jiang Li as a shield. As soon as the other party put away his stick, she would rush forward and dig out his heart.

However, what does the life of a "mortal" count for? When the old man saw Jiang Li standing in front of the female ghost, he did not hesitate at all.

"If you are stubborn and refuse to change your ways, don't blame me for being merciless."

The wooden stick with the black talisman paper on it did not stop at all and hit Qin Shuman behind Jiang Li, but before that, it would definitely hit Jiang Li who was standing in front.

The poor "mortal warrior" would be smashed to pieces by the long stick in the next moment.

However, Jiang Li remained calm and unhurried. He just took off his gloves and then punched out.

Bang! Snap!

Jiang Li punched the wooden stick, and the wooden stick, which was wrapped in spiritual energy and had a force of a thousand pounds, was broken into two pieces by this punch.

The old man's face changed instantly, his face full of horror and disbelief.

"Ms. Qin, I have protected your safety. It is not a good idea for you to do this."

Jiang Li did not blame the old man, but turned to look at the owner of the Ghost Market.

Behind Jiang Li, a pitch-black sharp claw grabbed at his back, but was blocked by the heart-protecting mirror and could not go any further.

The female ghost looked unwilling to see her sneak attack fail, but what she didn't know was that the heart-protecting mirror was not protecting Jiang Li, but her.

Crash! The dragon-prisoning lock on the waist flew out automatically, wrapping the female ghost tightly and making her unable to move.

Jiang Li then clenched his fists and walked towards the grandfather and grandson in front of him.

"You're still obsessed, aren't you?"

Bang! "You're ruthless under the stick, aren't you?"

Bang! Jiang Li appeared in front of the old man like teleporting, punched him in the eye socket, and knocked him out dozens of meters away.

Before the other party landed on the ground, he caught up with him like a shadow and punched the old man in the other eye socket, then accurately knocked him back to his original position. His head was deformed and his eye sockets were sunken. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.

But the strange thing is that not a single blood came out of the wound.

It has to be said that the gap between ordinary casual cultivators and sect disciples is really huge.

Even if you randomly pick a foundation-building person from the Sutra Valley, he can beat two or three of these people in front of him.

Jiang Li's two punches were exactly the same brutal killing moves that the opponent had just used.

He looked at the little girl sitting on the donkey quilt again, and he could no longer hold back his joy on her face.

"Why aren't you laughing? Why aren't you clapping? It's just a puppet corpse. Who are you trying to hide this from?"

The little girl still looked confused as if she didn't understand, but the panic in her eyes gave him away.

"I'll give you three breaths to return to your original form, otherwise I'll beat you back with my own hands."

Jiang Li raised his foot and stomped down, and the ground beneath his feet surged like a tide, causing the donkey to lose its balance and fall directly to the ground.

"Senior, please spare my life! Senior, please spare my life!"

The little girl really stopped pretending to be stupid and stood up from the ground, but the voice that came out of her mouth was clearly a male voice.

After begging for mercy repeatedly, his body began to swell, the child's clothes were torn, and soon he recovered into a short middle-aged man with greasy hair and powdered face.

This cultivator's corpse puppet technique was not very advanced. He had already discovered the clues when he first saw these things left over by Jiang Li, so he didn't bother to pay attention to them when he was outside the town.

"Tell me what's going on with this black talisman paper. Hand over the refining method and I can spare your life."

The middle-aged man with greasy hair and powdered face seemed to glance at the donkey inadvertently, and Jiang Li followed his gaze.

But in this blink of an eye, the middle-aged monk suddenly attacked, holding two pieces of talisman paper, and hit Jiang Li's chest.

But his talisman paper only left a shadow, and the next moment, Jiang Li's sweeping kick came from behind and directly kicked his head off.

"What a pity. I wanted to give you a chance to help me draw the talisman and save your life, but since you don't cherish it, there is nothing I can do."

Jiang Li shook his head. The second parallel consciousness was currently still experiencing the life of an insect on a butterfly, not in his body. Right now, he still had some trouble controlling his violent power.

In the world of immortal cultivation, the methods that can effectively control cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage are too difficult and expensive. This guy has no such value at all, and he is not honest, so I might as well just kick him to death.

He walked over to the donkey and rummaged through the packages on it, but found nothing except some clothes and food.

This made him feel a little strange. Most independent cultivators did not have the ability to set up defensive formations for their residences. When they felt insecure, they would usually carry important things with them. Could it be that this guy was really so clean that he had nothing on him except a few pieces of talisman paper?

Jiang Li didn't believe it. Looking at the donkey in front of him, he suddenly had an idea.

A monk could walk faster than a galloping horse, so why would he sit on this donkey all the time? Could it be possible? Jiang Li observed carefully and actually found a narrow wound on the donkey's belly that was sewn with a thin hemp rope.

The knife was torn open on both sides, and the hemp rope broke. A large amount of blood and internal organs poured out. The donkey fell to the ground and a waterproof oilcloth bag fell out.

In the absence of magical storage devices, the monks can really think of all kinds of solutions.

Jiang Li took out two booklets from the cloth bag, one on shape-changing techniques and the other on ghost talismans, which were the opponent's two special skills.

He nodded, he was quite satisfied with this. One can change the appearance, and the other seems to be a method of making a talisman with yin attributes. I will see how good it is, I should be able to learn it.

If it really doesn't work, you can still get a good contribution after handing it over to the Sutra Valley.

After collecting his gains, Jiang Li walked back to Qin Shuman's side.

It has been confirmed that the master of the ghost market is undoubtedly a ghost. He has a physical body, and it is probably because he has hidden his soul in a corpse that he is so difficult to be seen through.

However, after being completely restrained by the Dragon Prison Lock, the opponent should no longer be able to use sleight of hand, but the corpse in front of him looks exactly like the opponent's soul, which is a bit strange.

Someone asked me before why my book is not about enemy → opportunity → upgrade → defeat → show off → enemy → opportunity → upgrade... It is a cycle like this.

I often see those ten-chapter reincarnation novels that use upgrades as progress bars, but I really can’t stand them. The world of immortal cultivation in my mind is not like that, so I can’t write it. . .

Is that kind of novel really fun to read? 　　 　 (End of this chapter)