The word "Ghost Market" on the village plaque seemed to be made up of countless tiny twisted lines. These constantly wriggling lines exuded a terrifying and cold aura.
Especially the word "ghost", which looks like a living evil ghost clinging to the plaque, with its fangs and claws bared, greedy and weird.
Above the Maine Coon's head, Snow White was already trembling with fear, and turned into a palm-sized ball of fur, not daring to look into the ghost market.
Her heterochromatic eyes seemed to be depicting an extremely horrifying scene.
The Maine Coon couldn't help but swallow and stretched out its paw to soothe the little ball of fur on its head.
As a cat demon in the Qi Transformation Realm, the Maine Coon is fully qualified to rule the mountains and call himself a great demon in the current era when the tide of spiritual energy has just returned.
But now, after being promoted to the Qi transformation stage, what it encounters is either a banished immortal like Shen Yuan, or this weird ghost market in front of it, which makes it begin to doubt its life.
"Sir, something seems to be wrong here. How about we take another route and leave first?"
The Maine Coon couldn't help but suggest.
At this moment, the Huiming Sword turned into a stream of light and flew down from the night sky and fell into Shen Yuan's hands.
The purple mist on the sword, which was combined with the purple energy of the morning glow, slowly dissipated and returned to the ordinary shape of a bronze fire stick.
Shen Yuan's eyes swept across the plaque of the Ghost Market. The distorted characters on it that looked like ferocious ghosts made him feel instinctively disgusted.
After seeing the ghost market, Shen Yuan realized that the moment they stepped into the forest, they were already under the influence of the ghost market before them.
Whether it is the area that the National Defense Army tried to blockade, or the strange twilight illusion that obscured the perception, they are essentially part of the ghost market before their eyes.
But the ghost market does not seem to be an independent entity. It is only spreading over a large area, bringing all living beings in the area into the scope of the ghost market.
When Shen Yuan slashed through the illusion with a sword in a fierce manner, he finally aroused the interest of the ghost market. The ghost market that appeared before his eyes was proof of this.
When being targeted by the Ghost Market, it would be impossible to escape by simply choosing another route, so Shen Yuan gave up the Maine Coon's suggestion at the first opportunity.
In this case, it seems that there is only one thing that can be done right now.
Looking towards the interior of the Ghost Market, Shen Yuan said calmly:
"This is an invitation from the Ghost Market. It would be rude to leave rashly."
As he spoke, Shen Yuan stepped into the ghost market.
The Maine Coon felt relieved when he saw this, and quickly followed. No matter how weird the ghost market was, how could it compare to a banished immortal?
The moment you step into the ghost market, the originally cold and silent atmosphere outside immediately undergoes a drastic change.
The streets are full of pedestrians, some of them are wearing simple long gowns and coarse cloth shorts, while others are wearing modern-style shirts and jeans. It seems as if they have come to a time and space where ancient and modern times blend together.
These pedestrians either hurriedly walked through the alleys or chatted with the vendors around them.
There is a breakfast shop with a big oil pan, a butcher shop wielding a butcher knife, and a small stall selling miscellaneous handicrafts and toys. In the shops on both sides of the street, you can also see some well-dressed people coming in and out.
If you ignore the clothing from different eras, the whole street looks like an ancient market.
Shen Yuan walked in front of him and observed the bustling market. Even the Maine Coon was confused by the scene in front of him for a moment. But when he looked carefully at a stall he had just passed by, his muscles tensed up and his tiger eyes subconsciously shrank suddenly.
I saw that the big oil pan at the nearest breakfast stall did not contain any fried dough sticks, but fingers rolling in the hot oil.
These fingers, which even still had their nails on, expanded rapidly in the hot oil and turned into fragrant fried dough sticks.
The owner of the breakfast stall is a fat middle-aged man. The scorching heat next to the oil pan has made him sweat profusely. The greasy sweat keeps falling into the oil pan with his movements, making the oil in this big pot inexhaustible.
What was hung on the butcher's shop nearby was not pork, but clearly visible human arms. The huge butcher knife skillfully cut off the bones and separated the flesh into pieces waiting to be sold.
Even the stalls selling handicrafts were filled with dolls inlaid with eyeballs, kites made of bones and human skin, and skeletons that emitted constant laughter.
Just like the name of this market, this is a ghost market where all kinds of monsters and ghosts gather.
The sweaty breakfast shop owner saw Shen Yuan who had just entered the ghost market. His fat face immediately broke into a smile, and his eyes almost narrowed into slits.
"Sir, would you like to buy some of our Ghost Market's special breakfast?"
"Look at these fragrant dough sticks and juicy buns. If you have a stronger taste, I also have brains for sale. Would you like sweet or salty?"
When Snow White heard this, she shrank to the Maine Coon's neck and hid carefully, while the Maine Coon glared at the breakfast shop owner with fierce eyes.
The breakfast shop owner still had a smiling face, as if he had no concerns about the Qi Transformation Cat Demon in front of him.
At this moment, Shen Yuan, who had been watching, spoke.
“How do you sell these things?”
The breakfast shop owner smiled even more and said quickly:
"We in the Ghost Market accept any form of transactions, whether it's an item on your body, a limb, an organ, or even your life span. All are within the scope of the transaction."
After a slight pause, the breakfast shop owner looked around and continued in a low voice:
“I see that this guest seems to be visiting our ghost market for the first time, so you have come to the right place.
Our Ghost Market has a great opportunity for longevity. If you buy a breakfast from me, I can tell you about this opportunity for free."
Shen Yuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he did not immediately respond to the breakfast shop owner in front of him. Instead, he turned his gaze to the hurried pedestrians on the side of the road.
The ghost market in front of us seems to be bustling and prosperous, but if you look closely, you will find that although the passers-by on the road are in a hurry, most of them are wearing simple clothes and have empty eyes, like a walking corpse.
Although those who were wearing modern clothes retained a trace of clarity of mind, most of them looked dazed and at a loss.
At the calls of the market stall owners, they seemed to follow their instinct and walked up to the stalls to trade.
Or tear off a finger in exchange for a scary puppet, or trade a bloody kidney for a string of candied eyeballs, or even have your life span slashed invisibly to complete the transaction.
No matter which currency payment method they choose, once the transaction is completed, they will immediately become one of the walking dead group.
Seeing this, Shen Yuan said indifferently to the breakfast shop owner:
"What you mean by immortality is becoming a part of this ghost market?"