Chapter 80 Ghost Market
The beast tide in K City finally came to an end with the help of the Chu family and many other parties.
Yu Che had to deal with the sudden beast tide. During the summer vacation, he had something he had been thinking about for a long time and now he had some free time.
He remembered that in his previous life, there was a monk from K City who would soon become a national sensation.
He was originally an inconspicuous low-level cultivator, but in just a few months, his strength skyrocketed and his temperament changed drastically, and he became the most powerful evil cultivator at the time, causing great trouble.
Many evil cultivators came to join them, causing a bloody storm.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. The monk went crazy and exploded to death, and the evil monks fled in all directions.
Perhaps many years later, the monks have long forgotten this incident, but the damage he caused to mortals is indelible.
It is rumored that the source of all this comes from a ghost market on the border between K City and S City, and a dusty Qiankun Pearl.
This item uses a night-shining pearl as its carrier and is a masterpiece created by an ancient weapon-refining master who spent his entire life on it.
Tens of thousands of spatial laws are engraved inside, like the orbits of stars, which can operate independently and respond to each other.
It has a huge space that can accommodate everything, and no one has been able to reach its boundaries for hundreds of years.
It was originally a treasure without any offensive power, but when it fell into the hands of a demon cult leader, its hidden functions were developed.
Evil practitioners are more likely to go astray than righteous practitioners.
When the practice is about to backfire, the unbearable evil energy in the body, along with the resentment, is transferred into the Qiankun Pearl to temporarily defer the crisis and preserve sanity.
Since then, successive sect leaders have injected evil energy into it. Over time, the Qiankun Pearl turned into an evil pearl, containing vast evil essence.
Until a certain generation of the Demon Cult leader was about to die, he sealed the Qiankun Pearl and took it into the tomb as a burial object.
In modern times, tomb robbers take the Qiankun Pearl as an ordinary night-light pearl and sell it in the ghost market. Neither the stall owners nor the passers-by notice anything.
The low-level monk bought this night pearl purely with the intention of keeping it at home as a decoration.
Unexpectedly, after hundreds of years, the sealed power was completely lost, and the vast evil energy poured out and poured into the monk's body.
This is where the story begins.
Today is Yu Che's fifth day in the ghost market. He puts on a disposable smock and a mask with green face and fangs, hoping to intercept the Qiankun Pearl.
Firstly, it was to stop this disaster from happening, and secondly, it was not entirely selfless.
In his previous life, Yu Che had learned about the method of transforming evil energy into spiritual energy in a heritage site. Although he had never tried it, if he could really obtain the Qiankun Pearl, it would be worth a try.
The ghost market opens at night. No matter whether you are a righteous cultivator or an evil cultivator, you must wear a mask and are not allowed to cause trouble, otherwise you will be permanently removed from the ghost market across the country.
People came and went, a mixed crowd. Yu Che's eyes wandered from stall to stall. The stall owners changed every day, and the goods were also strange and bizarre. Although he gained some knowledge, he still found nothing.
Just when he thought the rumor was wrong or the Qiankun Pearl had already been bought, Yu Che's attention was suddenly drawn to a small stall in the corner.
This is a new stall. The stall owner is wearing the simplest pure white mask and sitting on a small stool. There is no table in front of him. All the goods are placed messily on the gray carpet on the concrete floor.
Looking around, most of them are jades and copper coins containing a little spiritual energy, or broken magic tools.
A grayish-white bead the size of a plum was mixed in with it, emitting a faint bluish-white light. The spiritual energy was so weak that it was almost undetectable. It did not look like a magic weapon, but more like a cheap night light.
Who could have guessed that this spiritual power did not come from itself, but from the aura released from the seal.
Yu Che was not sure whether this pearl was that one, but it would be a good idea to buy it.
He pretended to be casual as he walked over, pointed at the jar of copper coins that carried a certain amount of spiritual energy, and asked, "How much are they?"
The stall owner looked up at Yu Che and said slowly, "Two for a hundred, take your pick."
Yu Che squatted down and carefully selected four relatively good copper coins before asking, "What about this bead?"
The stall owner glanced at it and casually quoted a price: "Five hundred."
Yu Che picked up the bead and pretended to observe whether there was any flaw. He secretly injected spider-thin spiritual energy into it with his fingertips, but the bead did not react at all.
In this case, either the waste cannot absorb any spiritual energy, or it absorbs it and has endless spiritual energy inside.
"Boss, this night pearl is quite small. It's just a toy for my little niece. Please make it cheaper." Even if you decide to buy it, you can save a lot.
The stall owner himself runs a small business, so it is normal for customers to buy several items in a row. There are not so many cases in the world where Long Aotian finds bargains.
After some intense bargaining, the bead and four copper coins were finally sold for 650 yuan.
Yu Che handed the cash to the stall owner - the ghost market does not allow scanning codes to pay to prevent identity leakage.
Both parties felt that they had made a profit. The stall owner quickly took out a cheap wholesale wooden box to put the goods in and handed it to Yu Che.
After handling the box, Yu Che was about to leave the ghost market in a leisurely manner. At this moment, he met an unexpected person.
In front of a stall not far away, there were three or two customers. The back of one of them looked very familiar to him.
The man was also wearing a mask, with a dagger slanted at his waist. The shape was a little strange. This dagger was Mu Feng's personal magic weapon, which allowed Yu Che to completely confirm his identity.
At this moment, Mu Feng was being fooled by a stall owner who spoke eloquently.
He was holding a long-necked porcelain vase with a dark glaze in his hand and was about to take out several thick stacks of cash from his briefcase and hand it over.
Yu Che's spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and he quietly reached into the porcelain bottle.
A cold and evil aura lingered inside the porcelain bottle like a cancer. When Yu Che's spiritual power was tested, the evil aura surged out and tried to devour the spiritual power. Yu Che quickly cut off the connection.
Seeing that the stall owner was about to take the money from Mu Feng, Yu Che had no time to think. He took a quick step forward, squeezed next to Mu Feng, and whispered quickly:
"My friend, this bottle looks a bit weird. I'm afraid it's bad for your health if you keep it at home for too long. How about we look at something else?"
He tried to remind the other party in a low-key way.
However, Mu Feng was immersed in the excitement of finding a bargain and the stall owner's boasting when he was suddenly interrupted by a stranger, who bluntly told him that the thing he liked was not good, which made him feel unhappy.
He turned his head and looked at Yu Che suspiciously through his mask. He knew from his voice that he was young, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of resistance:
"Who are you? Stop threatening me. You want to buy it yourself, and you're just talking nonsense on purpose, right?"
Yu Che was speechless for a moment. He hadn't expected his comrade to be so demanding when he was young. He was about to explain again, but Mu Feng was already impatient and insisted on stuffing the money into the stall owner's pocket.
"Boss, ignore him. Here's the money. I'll take the bottle!"
Although their argument was quiet, it had already drawn the attention of those around them. Several ghost market administrators, wearing uniform masks, seemed to be focusing their gazes in that direction.
Yu Che frowned slightly. If the administrator judged them as provoking trouble, both of them might be asked to leave and blacklisted for life. That would be too unfair.
He pointed at the porcelain bottle and said in a neither loud nor soft voice:
"This isn't an ordinary magical weapon at all, but an evil weapon. It absorbs spiritual energy from those with spiritual energy, and absorbs essence from those without spiritual energy. If you don't believe me, why not send a wisp of spiritual energy in and see?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions around them changed.
Seeing that the other party spoke so decisively, Mu Feng was half-believing and half-doubting. He swallowed his saliva and touched the surface of the porcelain bottle with his fingertips.
As the spiritual energy was sent in, the fingers seemed to be firmly stuck, and the sea of consciousness spitted out spiritual energy uncontrollably. Mu Feng had a ferocious expression and pulled it off with a sudden tug.
Fortunately, I listened to the stranger and only gave him a wisp, and the connection was still shallow, otherwise I would have been drained of my spiritual energy by this evil creature on the spot.
Given the vicious nature of this porcelain bottle, if it is kept at home, within two years, the essence of the whole family will be completely absorbed and they will die suddenly. Going to the hospital for a check-up will only lead to the conclusion that it is an acute illness.
Many cultivators saw Mu Feng's reaction and knew whether his words were true or not. They immediately cast disgusted glances at the vase and the stall owner.
There were also some figures with gloomy auras, looking at the porcelain vase with a bit of inquiry in their eyes.
Shadows were cast on the stone walls of the ghost market, and a mysterious man was hiding in them, watching this farce with a sinister look in his eyes.
Mu Feng felt a wave of fear and glared at the stall owner, so angry that he couldn't form any words for a moment:
"You, you, you! How dare you lie to me? You have no humanity! Be careful you might get hit by a car tomorrow!"
The stall owner saw that the matter was exposed, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he sneered and said in a hoarse voice:
"Young man, don't talk nonsense. The rules of the ghost market are that once you pay for the goods, we are not responsible. It's your own poor eyesight, don't blame others."
"Damn it!" Mu Feng was so angry that his whole body was shaking. Being young and hot-tempered, he almost couldn't help but take action.
"Calm down." Yu Che grabbed him.
At this moment, a ghost market administrator approached and coldly warned, "No noise or fighting is allowed in the ghost market. If you do it again, you will be permanently expelled."
Mu Feng was stared at by the administrator's cold eyes, and his anger subsided a lot. Yu Che shook his head at him.
Mu Feng, out of consideration for this kind stranger, cursed the stall owner again: "He'll be punished by heaven sooner or later!"
Mu Feng half-heartedly let Yu Che pull him along. After walking a distance, he was still feeling sullen and upset, and complained to the stranger:
"Today is such a bad day! Luckily, you reminded me in time, brother. Otherwise, I would have bought this harmful thing and given it away... I would have regretted it for the rest of my life."
When talking about giving gifts, Mu Feng's tone was inexplicably shy. When he thought of the stall owner's fearless look, he gritted his teeth, but still couldn't breathe, and scratched his hair roughly.
"grass!"
He fiercely kicked a stone off the ground, took a few deep breaths, and said to Yu Che in gratitude:
"Brother, you saved my life. Just tell me what you want as a reward. I'll get it for you even if it means risking my life."
Yu Che looked at Mu Feng, who was completely different from the calm and reliable image in his previous life, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He guessed:
Could it be that it was because of this porcelain vase that Mu Feng bought it, which led to a painful lesson and a drastic change in his personality?
People grow only through experience, but the price is too high...
Yu Che's eyes darkened, and he put on a cheerful tone, "No need. That stall owner is too wicked. As long as he's not an evil cultivator, I will warn him."
Mu Feng knew exactly why the others didn't say anything at that time. Either they were short-sighted or they didn't care about the matter. Yu Che was undoubtedly a noble person in his life.
He smiled and said, "Then let's add WeChat, okay? You may not value my help, but I have to give you a chance to repay me, okay?"
After much searching, Yu Che finally got Mu Feng's contact information.
Mu Feng, who survived the disaster, had great trust in Yu Che. After asking him if he was free, he immediately and enthusiastically asked him to help him choose a proper gift.
The two of them wandered around the ghost market for a while longer, and Yu Che quickly fell in love with a plain white porcelain vase. Its simple lines and warm glaze exuded a refreshing and relaxing atmosphere.
It is a magical tool that can gather spiritual energy and calm the mind. If placed indoors for a long time, it will be of great benefit to the physical and mental health of ordinary people.
"This is good, it's comfortable to look at, she will definitely like it!"
Perhaps because he had added a layer of filter for Yu Che, Mu Feng was extremely satisfied with the white porcelain bottle.
Just as Mu Feng was paying and packing up, Yu Che suddenly felt a cold gaze falling on his back.
He paused slightly, observing silently with his peripheral vision.
At the stall opposite, a man in ordinary clothes quickly lowered his head and pretended to squat down to tie his shoelaces.
However, just as he reached for the shoe, his cuffs inadvertently slipped up, and Yu Che's pupils suddenly shrank.
On the man's exposed wrist, there was a strange dark red rune tattooed, the pattern was both strange and familiar.
Specifically, the familiar part was exactly the same as the one left on the carpet by the assassins at the symposium the previous year.
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The author has something to say: I am going into battle despite being ill, and I applaud myself. I had a slight sore throat last night, and today I caught a cold and feel dizzy. How sad.
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