Feng Ce and Wen Qi parked the RV in a very busy ground parking lot. They set up a defensive barrier, drew the curtains, pretended to sleep, and snuggled into bed together.

Feng Ce opened the door of the ghost market, and the two of them walked in hand in hand, followed by the green-clothed little ghost and Taotie.

As for concealing the breath of a living soul, Wen Qi doesn't need to worry about it at all. As long as she stays by Feng Ce's side, even if a ghost finds out that she is a living soul, they will not dare to chase her, unless the ghost gets impatient.

As I stepped through the door, the scene in front of me changed rapidly, from dark to gloomy, with misty fog filling the air.

Qing Yi took Xiao Gui and Taotie to say goodbye to the two and went out for a walk, only agreeing to come back here before dawn.

Wen Qi waved to them, and then he found that his clothes had changed into the same black double-breasted robe as Feng Ce, and there was also a very fitting black mask on his face.

Wen Qi touched his face and asked, "Did you do this?"

Feng Ce nodded, "People in the underworld like to visit the ghost market. If I cover myself up a little, even if they recognize me, they won't come over to disturb us."

Wen Qi couldn't help laughing, "Keep a low profile."

Feng Ce also smiled, "Yes, today is mainly for shopping."

The area ahead that is glowing green is the Ghost Market. There is also a stone tablet at the entrance with four large characters written in a flamboyant style on it - Trading Market.

Wen Qi looked at it and asked, "Do you have money?"

Feng Ce took her hand and walked inside. "The ghost market only accepts bartering, no money is required."

"Ah." Wen Qi changed the question, "Did you bring anything?"

Feng Ce laughed, "I have it, just go shopping and tell me if you see anything you like."

Wen Qi nodded with a smile, "I don't know if they are here. There are ghosts everywhere. How can we find them?"

"Let's try our luck. If we can't find us, we'll just go around by ourselves." Feng Ce selfishly didn't want to be found, otherwise he wouldn't have changed into Wen Qi's clothes and put a mask on her. If he wanted to be low-key, he could just wear it himself.

Wen Qi sighed, "This is the only way."

The ghost market was like the ancient markets she had seen on TV, with small stalls on both sides of the road displaying eye-catching goods, and even more novel things in the shops in the back.

Wen Qi was visiting the ghost market for the first time, and she found everything interesting. She pointed at a steaming pot on the side of the road and asked, "What is that? Are there any food products sold in the ghost market?"

Feng Ce took a quick glance and said calmly, "Eyeball soup."

Wen Qi turned his head silently, "There are masks for sale over there, shall we go over and take a look?"

The masks in the ghost market are different from the masks in the human world. The masks in the human world are all ghostly, but the masks in the ghost market are all made to look like human faces. They are so realistic that at first glance it looks like a room full of human heads.

"Eh?" Wen Qi looked at a woman's mask and said, "Is this Tan Jingjing?!"

The shop owner was a hanged ghost. Hearing this, he came over with a long tongue dragging, "Yes, yes, yes! It's the popular singer in the world of the living, Tan Jingjing. As long as you wear her mask, I guarantee that your rate of returning heads will exceed 200%!"

Wen Qi laughed, "Is Tan Jingjing so popular with ghosts?"

The shop owner said, "Of course, the masks in our shop follow the latest trends. We only make masks of the most popular ones. We will never deceive customers with outdated products!"

Wen Qi looked at them one by one and actually saw a few celebrities that he often saw on his phone. "And the masks of the hall masters, why are there no masks of the Four Ghost Emperors and the King of Fengdu?"

"Oh, please keep your voice down." The shop owner looked around and said in a low voice, "Even if we dare to make those, no one dares to wear them!"

Wen Qi couldn't help laughing, "Okay, how do I change this mask?"

"The Lord will take incense, candles, and cloth. As for the other things, it depends on what you take."

Feng Ce asked calmly, "Incense and candles."

The boss smiled and said, "One mask and one incense stick."

"How many do you want?"

Wen Qi looked around and shook his head, "Forget it, there's nothing I like. I want the one from the King of Fengdu."

The boss's eyes suddenly changed, and his aura darkened. "Why don't you buy it after so many items? Are you here to cause trouble?"

Wen Qi was surprised, "You mean forced buying and selling?" She became excited, "So, can we also rob by force?"

The boss's expression froze, and he felt something was wrong. The next second, a fist harder than the rocks on the shore of the underworld landed on his face.

The boss fell to the ground with a thud, his body stiff and hard.

Feng Ce followed him without even glancing at the hanged man on the ground. Why did he have to mess with his wife when there were so many other people to mess with? Not letting him die on the spot was already the greatest mercy.

The next store is a bone jewelry store. It's all bones! Everything is made of bones! Skull lamps, rib bookshelves, hand bone brackets... You can find anything you can't think of in this store.

Wen Qi had a look of worldliness on his face, and finally exchanged three incense sticks for a rib bookshelf, which is a small desktop bookshelf that can hold up to six books. If you look closely, it is actually quite artistic.

"Can it be stored temporarily? We can get it when we come back." Wen Qi asked the owner. It was really inconvenient to carry a bookshelf while shopping.

The shop owner was very easy to talk to and agreed immediately. "I'll just put it on the shelf at the door. You can take it when you come back. No need to tell me."

Wen Qi thanked him with a smile, and then turned into a shop selling yellow paper. "This paper..."

"You have good eyesight!" The shop owner came over immediately to introduce, "The raw materials for this paper are weeds from the Yellow Springs. It goes through multiple processes to make yellow paper. The quality is absolutely top-notch!"

Wen Qi touched it carefully and found that she could feel the attributeless soul power on the yellow paper. Using this kind of paper to write talismans would definitely be twice the result with half the effort! She asked, "How much do you sell this paper for?"

"One stick of incense." The shopkeeper said nervously, "A bundle!"

Wen Qi looked at him in surprise.

The shop owner became even more nervous. "This is absolutely a conscience price. It can't be any cheaper! I made all of this by myself. I picked the grass, washed it, pulped it, filtered it, and dried it... It's very time-consuming!"

Wen Qi asked: "How much is a bundle?"

The shop owner immediately picked up a palm-thick stack of A4 paper and said, "That's all!"

Wen Qi took a deep breath, "How much of this paper do you have? I want it all!"

"Ah?" The shop owner was stunned for a second, then ran into the shop happily, "Please wait a moment, I have more!"

Wen Qi turned to look at Feng Ce, "Are there enough incense and candles?"

Feng Ce had not expected this to happen, "…If there are not enough incense and candles, there are other things that can be exchanged."

Wen Qi felt relieved, "That's good." Such good paper, in the world of the living, wouldn't it cost hundreds of yuan per sheet? In the ghost market, one stick of incense can buy a whole stack! Isn't this like picking it up for free? What a bargain!

The ghost market is such a great place!

Soon, the store manager came out with stacks of paper. "That's exactly one hundred stacks. That's all I made, and I haven't sold any of them yet."

Wen Qi looked at the papers scattered all over the floor and asked, "Can I keep them?"

Coming out of the store, Wen Qi was so happy that his eyes were shining and he was humming a cheerful song.

Feng Ce couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, "Are you so happy?"

Wen Qi's voice was filled with excitement, "I saved a lot of money!"

Thinking of the amount of yellow paper, Feng Ce couldn't help but nod. He suspected that the ghost didn't even know how good he had made it. If he knew, he would regret it to death.

Thinking of this, Feng Ce directly contacted the Yincha who were maintaining order and asked them to send all the yellow paper and the rib bookshelf to Fengdu Palace. It would be bad if the owner went back on his word, but... he could also make appropriate compensation.

The shop owner has good skills, so you can ask him if he is willing to work as a technical consultant in the paper mill.

Wen Qi was unaware of all this, as she was completely immersed in the fun of treasure hunting.

Not long after that, a group of ghosts came towards us.

Wen Qi was stunned, "What is that?"

Feng Ce explained: "It is a tradition of the ghost market that hundreds of ghosts parade through the streets. It is officially organized, and the ghosts in the parade will throw out ghost money."

Wen Qi said, "Tsk tsk," The underworld is also quite fun."

After standing by the roadside and watching for a while, the two continued walking down and watched a very realistic shadow play, as well as roadside performers such as fried ghosts in oil pans and thousands of arrows piercing their hearts.

Wen Qi was amazed and felt pain at the same time. The ghost was blown into a golden color! The one with the pierced heart was pierced into a hedgehog! Just for this visual impact, I have to give two incense sticks as a reward!

After walking over, Wen Qi asked, "Are they serious?"

Feng Ce gave her a strange look and said, "Of course not. It's just like the living world. There are ways to do it."

Wen Qi: ...the group of ghosts performing just now couldn't be the same ones from the living world? !