Gingerbread has been both busy and idle these past few days.
To be precise, it's a relaxed mood.
But they did just as much work.
First, I went out with my senior sister to find materials to forge the spirit sword.
Then help your second senior brother refine a pill to conceal his demonic power.
Finally, he was summoned to the sect leader's hall by Immortal Lord Qingxue to accompany him to the peak master meeting.
After all, she personally experienced the demonic possession on the seventh level of the Nine Heavens Tower and discovered the Blood Melting Array in the back mountain of the Nine Heavens Sect.
There are some questions that need to be asked.
Wuya learned more details from Jiangbingbing and contacted reliable brother sects overnight using his token to discuss the matter.
On her way back to Xianyu Peak after finishing her work, Jiang Bingbing ran into Xie Yingnan, who was rushing out.
"Where is the peacock, oh no, Third Senior Brother, going?"
Xie Yingnan scoffed, "Why would I need to tell a little idiot like you?"
Gingerbread: ......
She turned to look at Xie Yingnan, who was gradually becoming a small black dot on the horizon, and cupped her hands into a megaphone shape: "You're putting firecrackers in your mouth, so hot-tempered, you wretched peacock."
The setting sun slowly sank into the mountains.
The crimson sunset was replaced by the deep blue of night.
Gingerbread was rubbing his hands together, ready to go. "Little Jue, shall we head to the Ghost Market?"
Halfway there.
"By the way, should I take a Transformation Pill?"
Fen Jue replied slowly, "No need, the ghost cultivator guarding the gate before entering the Ghost Market will give you a mask."
"Alright!" Gingerbread flipped onto the Firewing Dog. "Shall we go?"
"..." Fen Jue flicked his sleeve expressionlessly.
The next second.
Two people appeared in the pitch-black forest.
Gingerbread: ......
The cawing of crows could be heard from the top of the dead tree from time to time.
It was rough and unpleasant to hear.
It adds a touch of gloom and horror.
Gingerbread squinted and looked into the distance. Two clusters of green will-o'-the-wisps flickered in the dark night, and two ghost cultivators wearing pale masks stood beside them.
"Is that the entrance to the Ghost Market?" she whispered in Fen Jue's ear, afraid that others would notice.
Warm breath entered my ear.
"Hmm." Fen Jue moved slightly, his pupils shifting a little, and as he lowered his eyelashes, he caught a glimpse of her curled eyelashes fluttering with each blink. "Let's go."
He left without hesitation.
Gingerbread widened her eyes and chased after him, "You don't need to prepare anything? Really?"
But then this handsome guy casually uttered a sentence.
"If anything goes wrong, just draw your sword and fight your way out of the Ghost Market."
Okay!
Gingerbread thought with tears in her eyes: It's just a tradition of sword cultivation.
Walk to the entrance.
The ghost cultivator mechanically handed over a pale mask identical to theirs, his voice hollow and hoarse, "Five thousand ghost coins."
Ghost money?
Nobody told her this!
Gingerbread searched through her storage bag but couldn't find any ghost coins. When she looked up, she saw Fenjue's porcelain-white fingers holding a pitch-black stone and handing it to the gatekeeper ghost cultivator.
"Go in."
The mask was handed to two people.
Gingerbread was puzzled as to why there was nothing in the ghost market except a withered forest in front of him.
She stepped over two will-o'-the-wisps.
The scene before me suddenly changed.
The noisy, bustling sounds entered my ears.
Burning Remnant reminded, "Put on a mask."
Gingerbread quickly put on her mask. "What was that black stone you just gave the ghost cultivator?"
“Ghost Stone.” Fen Jue rested his hand on the sword at his waist, lowered his eyes to meet Jiang Bingbing’s eyes, “Cultivators use spirit stones for cultivation, while ghost cultivators use ghost stones. One ghost stone is worth ten thousand ghost coins.”
The ghost market was dimly lit.
The man's face was mostly covered by shadow.
The eyes beneath the mask were a deep color, with upturned corners adding a touch of aggression. The double eyelid creases were clearly defined, and the pupils, partially hidden by drooping eyelashes, shimmered with a swirling light.
Gingerbread was stunned for a moment, and only snapped out of it when someone flicked it on the forehead.
Beauty can mislead people.
Beauty can really lead people astray!
Having spent so much time with Fen Jue, the initial amazement at first sight still occasionally makes her lose herself in thought because of his face.
"What are you daydreaming about? Let's go." Fen Jue stopped what he was doing, turned around, and headed towards the Ghost Market.
Gingerbread followed behind, scratching the back of his head and muttering to himself.
A slight smile played at the corners of his mouth beneath the mask of incineration.
The ghost market was quite lively.
The items traded included the skeletons of ferocious beasts, the hearts of cultivators, the teeth of elephant demons, and even the leg hair of a demon lord!
It features a bizarre and chaotic style.
"It seems there's nothing to buy." She joked with Fen Jue in a low voice, "After all, I don't want the Demon Lord's leg hair, and I certainly don't want dead people's bones."
Everyone here wears a mask.
It was impossible to tell whether it was a human or a ghost.
Gingerbread's heart, which had been pounding, slowly calmed down. "The ghost market isn't that scary."
I just finished saying that.
An explosion was heard ahead, followed by a commotion among the crowd.
Someone shouted.
"They're fighting! They're fighting! My God, that lunatic is here again."
Who's here?
"That's the kid who comes to see the Demon Lord every month."
"Let him do whatever he wants. He'll just mess things up a bit. Anyway, the Buddha won't see him."
Another person exclaimed in horror, "This time it's probably different! That guy went crazy and blew up the gambling den's haunted building!"
"Holy crap! We're doomed, the Buddha is about to get angry."
Gingerbread got the gist of it; it seemed someone had come to cause trouble and lure the Ghost Buddha out of seclusion.
Thick smoke billowed from the towering ghost building in front of them.
A person was standing on the roof of the haunted building.
The man was dressed in a dark purple robe, and raised his hands, with fireballs flickering in his palms.
He looked down on everyone with extreme arrogance.
"Call Wuxiang out. I'm in a bad mood today. If he doesn't come out, I'll raze your Ghost Market to the ground."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
