Chapter 101 I Hate Male Vixens the Most
After the guard finished stating the three rules, he glanced at the three of them, especially paused at Qi You's face, and finally asked, "Did you remember?"
Qi You noticed that the guard was paying special attention to him, and nodded with a cold face. The guard must have thought he was unreliable.
After the guard finished his explanation, he disappeared.
Duan Anluo put his hand on Qi You's shoulder and instructed: "No matter what happens, don't take off your mask. If you get lost, just sit there and meditate. Master will find you."
Qi You raised his face, smiled and said, "I remember, Master."
Duan Anluo checked Qi You again and made sure there was nothing wrong before walking forward with the lantern.
He had already hidden the auras of the three people, so he didn't look angry. If he covered his face, he wouldn't attract attention.
After three steps, the scene changed.
It was pitch black at first, then the lantern in his hand lit up, and the dim light slowly spread out, step by step, slowly illuminating the entire street.
A ghost market street filled with stalls appeared under the light of lanterns, stretching as far as the eye could see.
On both sides of the street are two rows of shops with black signs hanging on them. The black signs have white letters, which looks very gloomy.
Outside the shop, on both sides of the door, are various stalls.
Each stall is about ten steps apart. The stall owners are all dressed differently, with a mixed aura, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.
Seeing them come in, the stall owners nearby looked at them without any hesitation.
Duan Anluo glared at Si Cang and said, "Look, it's all your fault."
Si Cang:?
Duan Anluo teased him: "We all hid our presence, but you are the only one who is conspicuous no matter how hard you try."
Si Cang looked at Duan Anluo's teasing eyes and suddenly asked, "If I kiss you here, will it be more noticeable?"
Duan Anluo's mouth twitched. "Sorry, I was being rude." After confirming with his eyes, he knew that Si Cang was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Qi You sighed. In fact, the guard was really wrong. He was the most reliable person in their family.
An old woman with a grim face and white eyes held up a piece of withered, black, and twisted incense and asked in a hoarse voice, "Resurrection incense can temporarily return the soul of the newly deceased to its place. It can ask and answer questions and can fulfill simple obsessions. Would you like to see it?"
Qi You was about to say no when Duan Anluo covered his mouth. He remembered that there was a rule in the Ghost Market: if you ask for the price, you have to buy it, and if you bargain, you have to pay. He wondered if this rule still existed. If there was one, wouldn't he have to buy it?
They in the Xuanmen sect have no use for this soul-returning incense. The soul of a newly deceased person has just left the body and they can just capture it back directly.
"Guest, would you like to borrow a fortune stick? It can bring you good luck in the short term, and it's a great tool at the mahjong table!"
"Sir, would you like some corpse oil candles? When you light them, you can see things you can't see normally. They're cheap, and there's a discount if you buy more."
Duan Anluo was shocked. This was a new era, a new ghost market. Back then, they didn't shout, and were secretive, afraid of exposing their identities. But now, they've all learned to solicit customers.
Qi You looked around in surprise, "Master, they sell everything here."
Duan Anluo whispered, "It's indeed very attractive, but they didn't tell me what the side effects are, or what you can exchange for it. Some of them are your lifespan, your fate, your wealth, your merits, your memory, your emotions, your vision... Here, anything can be exchanged, so don't talk to strangers."
Qi You's body stiffened for a moment, it was terrifying.
Si Cang made a "tsk" sound and stood still.
Duan Anluo asked: "What's wrong?"
Si Cang looked around and said, "I remember now."
"What?"
“It seems like there’s my shop here.”
Duan Anluo: "... Let's talk about it. How much wealth do you have? How about we take stock of it?"
He even suspected that Si Cang himself didn't know how much property he had, otherwise how could he remember that he had a shop only after coming here?
Si Cang walked in, Duan Anluo pulled Qi You to follow. As the lanterns lit up, the light on both sides of the street seemed to be swallowed up in places that were not illuminated, and it was suddenly pitch black.
Some places are marked with red lines, and in other places there are a few tombstones scattered here and there. These are the places that the guards said cannot be entered or touched.
"Master, the ghost market is at the junction of the Yin and Yang worlds. If you're not careful, you might end up in the underworld."
Duan Anluo nodded: "Yes, I have been there."
Qi You was shocked, "Did you touch it on purpose?"
Duan Anluo smiled, "No one knows a father better than his son. You really understand your master. I was so curious that I touched it. Don't follow my example. I was still young at that time, with no worries in life, so I just wanted to take a look."
Qi You heard Duan Anluo talk about the past for the first time, and felt sorry for his master. "Then what? How did you come back?"
"Then I..." Duan Anluo thought about it and couldn't remember, "I forgot how I came back. Never mind, it's been too long. I can't remember it."
It is normal to forget some memories due to the injury of torn soul.
Qi You thought Duan Anluo was fooling him again. His master was only 24 years old after his birthday. How could that be a long time ago?
After saying this, Qi You suddenly remembered, "Master, today is your birthday! It's already past 12 o'clock!"
Duan Anluo was surprised: "Ah? Is today written on my ID card? I forgot."
Si Cang said, "We haven't forgotten. We'll give it to you when we get back."
Duan Anluo narrowed his eyes, "Can I make a request?"
Si Cang raised his eyebrows, "You say."
Duan Anluo shook Si Cang's arm and said, "I want to eat the noodles you made."
"..." Si Cang fell silent. This was the first time in his life that he didn't dare to look someone in the eye.
Duan Anluo tilted his body, "Hmm?"
Si Cang could only say: "Change it, I'm afraid you'll be poisoned."
Duan Anluo smiled and said, "It's okay, you can try."
In the future, you can't always eat takeout. You will get tired of it eventually.
Even if you hire a chef, he can't be on call 24 hours a day. Si Cang doesn't like the chef living in his territory.
Since Duan Anluo himself doesn't want to learn how to cook, he can just coax Si Cang to learn it. With some training, Si Cang will definitely be able to do it.
At this time, a ghost with its tongue hanging out, holding up a yellowed piece of paper, shouted to the three people: "This is the Road Ticket to the Underworld. The holder can safely pass through the intersection of Yin and Yang once without being harassed by ordinary ghosts. The price is low and the effect is long-lasting. If you pass by, don't miss it."
Duan Anluo's thoughts were pulled back, and he looked around, showing no interest.
At this time, a pleasant voice asked, "Dear guests, the Dream Mirror can peek into the dreams of designated people and even implant objects or simple thoughts into their dreams. Are you interested in taking a look?"
When Duan Anluo turned his head, he saw a white-haired young man in ancient costume standing at the door of the shop next to him. He was dressed like a shop assistant and holding a bronze mirror in his arms.
The mirror surface was hazy, as if there was water flowing inside, and it was obvious that it was not an ordinary thing.
Several furry tails were revealed under the hem of his clothes. His appearance could not be seen clearly due to the mask, and his aura was also hidden. Even though his face could not be seen, one could tell that he had a superior appearance and a gentle and pleasant voice, like a tail sweeping across one's heart, making one feel itchy and unconsciously wanting to chat with him.
Duan Anluo squinted his eyes and looked at the other person for a few seconds, then snorted unhappily: He hates male vixens the most, he hates any species of this kind.
The other party didn't expect that not only did he fail to do business, but he was also hated.
Watching them leave, the man shrugged and went back into the shop.
Inside the dark and quiet shop, a white-haired man was lying on a large recliner, resting with his eyes closed.
His face was handsome and eerie, radiating a sense of laziness and nobility. His ears, slightly pointed compared to those of an average human, indicated he was not human. His long silver hair reached his waist, and he wore a white brocade robe that shone like flowing moonlight, emitting a cool fluorescence that made his skin look even colder and his lips even more vibrant.
He asked lazily, "What's wrong?"
The waiter also found it funny and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "I'm being disliked by humans."
The man finally opened his eyes, revealing a pair of seductive fox eyes with narrow corners. A sinister aura emanated from his eyes as he glints around. "Are you sure you're human?"
The waiter said confidently, "Yes, even though the scent of living people has been obscured, I can still smell the scent of humans."
"Interesting. I broke your charm, but I still despise you," the handsome boss said lazily, "If you're interested, you can catch me and keep me."
The waiter was helpless, "He has a lover. I can smell it. They both have each other's scent. Besides, can we just capture humans now? The guild will fight us."
Unfortunately, his boss didn't listen at all. Instead, he snorted coldly, "So what if you have a lover? Just snatch her away."
The waiter was speechless, with something in his heart he dared not say: "You did rob, even carrying the sedan chair over, but in the end someone stabbed you with a sword and nearly killed you. It's only been a few years, the scar has healed and the pain has been forgotten."
The boss didn't know what he was thinking about, and laughed, "Forget it, no matter how interesting a human being is, he won't live long."
Next to him was a tablet with the inscription "My beloved wife, Mrs. Duan." His slender fingers lovingly stroked the words above, his nails carving another scratch on them. "Interesting people all die young."
After saying that, he laughed.
He thought that with that man's arrogance, he would be furious if he knew that he had made this tablet for him after his death. This thought made him even happier.
It didn't matter that he smiled, he felt the wound in his heart aching again. Maybe he was used to the pain. The wound had healed long ago and the spiritual energy attached to the wound had disappeared, but he could still feel the pain in the wound.
Thinking of the man's angry eyes, he wanted to laugh but couldn't. The other party really wanted to kill him.
He sighed, Duan Qingyan, you are so cruel.
The waiter simply went out to solicit customers, thinking that what humans say is right, what you can't get is always the best.
The boss got it by just snapping his fingers, and then threw it away casually.
He tried every possible means to catch up with her, but he still fell in love with her.
You could say he was infatuated. He had found countless beautiful humans to keep for fun, both men and women, and he was completely bewitched by them all.
Call him a scumbag, but he treated the man he couldn't have as his partner. He ran off to protect his disciple's grandson before his injuries had healed, and upon returning, he vomited blood and had to go into seclusion. Just as the spiritual energy disappeared, he was forced to sleep for over four hundred years. The first thing he did when he woke up was to make a tablet for that man.
He really couldn't understand what his boss was thinking. If he really liked her, he should just express his true feelings in return. Why would he need to use force? In the end, he hadn't even hit her yet. Sigh.
"A-choo!" Duan Anluo sneezed and shivered all over.
Si Cang frowned, "Cold?"
The weather is starting to cool down now, and the temperature is even lower on the mountainside. Coupled with the blessing of the ghost market, it is even more gloomy.
Duan Anluo touched his chest and said, "I feel cold all over and a little irritable. I want to chop something for no reason. Where's your knife?"
"In the car." Si Cang put his hand on his shoulder and stroked it back and forth soothingly, dispelling the coldness from Duan Anluo.
Duan Anluo felt much better instantly. Si Cang suppressed his urge to find a knife, but he still wanted to cut something.
Si Cang touched his hand, which was a little cold. Worried that he might catch a cold, Si Cang said, "You go shopping first. I'll go find you a coat in the car."
Duan Anluo was always moving back and forth, and Si Cang was used to it. The big bags of clothes in the car had not been unloaded yet. He would go and get them now and would be back in a while.
Duan Anluo wanted to forget it and not take it, but he couldn't stand the cold, so he nodded and said, "I'll give you the lantern."
"No need," Si Cang said, "This ring is the pass, don't worry."
Duan Anluo watched Si Cang's back disappear at the entrance and said to Qi You, "Let's go for a walk and see if there's anything we want. Master will change anything you want to buy."
Qi You whispered: "No need for that. We can do a lot of things by ourselves without any tools."
Duan Anluo said to him, "Silly boy, why do you think your master researched so much? Because he didn't want to spend money to buy it. If someone doesn't know how to do it, shouldn't they exchange their own things for it?"
Qi You gave two thumbs up in admiration, "As expected of my master, super awesome!"
The author has something to say:
I have my period, and my waist and stomach hurt. This chapter doesn't have many words, and the Sixth Disciple will appear in the next chapter.
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