Looking at Zhuang Yao's excited little face, Lin Han reached out and touched it.

"Silly girl, the fight is no longer about money."

"If we really send the book back, it will undoubtedly tell everyone that they can set traps for the banker at will in the future."

"How are you going to mix in the future?"

Lin Han’s words left Zhuang Yao speechless.

She was indeed impulsive, but she was absolutely unwilling to let Lin Han suffer any injustice.

"But...I don't want you to..."

Lin Han interrupted her with a smile:

"Don't worry, I'm only talking about the worst-case scenario. I've only heard of the ghost market, but I haven't been there yet. It's a good opportunity to go and take a look!"

Zhuang Yao subconsciously touched the crotch of her trousers, where she kept her gun.

"Okay! I'll go with you then!"

Lin Han nodded:

"Ask your uncle to bring that book up."

He added: "Remember, put it in a moisture-proof bag, don't be too conspicuous, and it's best to hide it on your body."

Zhuang Yao's eyes lit up and she nodded.

The next day, it was around 10 o'clock in the evening.

Zhuang Yao, dressed in black, came to the villa where Lin Han was.

Black loose T-shirt, black overalls, and short boots.

The loose and big clothes covered the butt pocket, which looked bulging.

She reached under her T-shirt and pulled out the moisture-proof bag.

The book was so thin in the transparent bag that it couldn't be seen even if it was stuffed into the body.

Lin Han took it and put it in his front trouser pocket.

Then, both of them put on baseball caps and left the villa quietly.

There was an unlicensed car parked at the entrance of the villa.

When the driver saw them coming, he got out of the car silently and left.

Lin Han sat in the driver's seat and drove to the address he had previously agreed on with Aunt Yun.

The car was going faster and faster, and they were getting further and further away.

The surrounding scenery gradually changed from the prosperous urban area of ​​Shangjing to the suburbs with low-rise buildings.

Finally, they saw weeds half a person's height on both sides of the road. Obviously, they had come to a deserted place.

The only light sources around were car lights, shining on the whitish dirt road.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yao was brave enough not to turn around and run back.

She leaned over to look outside the glass and asked in confusion:

"Is this address correct? How did we get to the middle of nowhere?"

Lin Han didn't know either.

But Aunt Yun is always cautious and prudent, so she wouldn't send it to the wrong address.

After looking around and finding that the destination was less than a few kilometers away, Lin Han turned off the car lights and drove forward silently.

Sure enough, when we approached our destination, a cemetery appeared in front of us.

On one side of the cemetery is a marble gatehouse.

The pale marble looked shadowy in the dark night, and the two words "cemetery" right above the gate tower were even more frightening.

Inside the gatehouse, there is a marble road.

There are two rows of stall owners squatting on both sides of the road.

In front of every stall, there were more or less people talking in low voices.

The strangest thing is that in such a dark night, at two or three o'clock in the morning, there was no light source near or around these people.

If it weren't for the moonlight at night, their figures would almost be submerged in the darkness.

Zhuang Yao felt her scalp tingling when she saw this, and was glad that Lin Han had turned off the car lights early.

Lin Han parked the car in a secluded place nearby, and then, together with Zhuang Yao,

Walk along the edge of the cemetery towards the gate.

Actually, you can just go through from the side.

There are no walls or shelters next to the cemetery.

Just at the end of the ghost market trading scene, there are several arched tombs.

Except for that place where you can't pass, everywhere else is unobstructed.

But for some reason, Lin Han and Zhuang Yao subconsciously wanted to pass under the gatehouse.

Their footsteps were light.

Even so, as soon as I stepped into the gate, I was discovered by the stall owner next to me.

In the darkness, Lin Han saw their heads raised.

In the moonlight, they looked at Lin Han and Zhuang Yao for a few times, then continued to lower their heads and whispered to the buyers opposite.

call……

Zhuang Yao let out a breath and whispered to Lin Han:

"This is scarier than me going out to work."

Lin Han pulled her to the side of the road.

Because there are basically no people wandering around on the three-meter-wide road.

Everyone seemed to have a destination. After getting up from one stall, they went straight to another.

Lin Han had sharp eyes and noticed that not far away, there was an old man in his fifties or sixties, but there was no one in front of the stall.

Lin Han pulled Zhuang Yao and walked over.

You can't find it unless you get close.

After getting closer, Lin Han realized that there was almost nothing on these stalls.

Most of them were covered with a piece of cloth whose color was unclear.

But there was nothing on top of the cloth.

While wondering, the old stall owner spoke:

"Come and chat!"

Lin Han and Zhuang Yao looked at each other and squatted down.

There was nothing in front of the old man's stall. What was even more strange was that in the dark night, he was wearing sunglasses and seemed to be playing with something in the middle of his palm.

From time to time, a slight, tapping sound is heard.

"Boss, this is our first time here, please forgive us for any inconvenience."

Lin Han spoke tentatively.

The old man heard it and hummed: "It's okay. Anyone who knows about this place is not considered a stranger."

Lin Han felt a little relieved.

It seems that looking for Aunt Yun was the right decision.

With a good beginning, the rest will be easy.

But Lin Han didn't want to reveal his trump card.

He handed over the purple-leafed pendant he was wearing on his hand.

The old man raised his head and transferred the things in his hand to his left hand, then took Lin Han's small-leaf red sandalwood.

As soon as he picked up the bracelet, the old man threw the small-leaf red sandalwood bracelet back to Lin Han's hand accurately without even looking at it.

"We don't watch this kind of thing here!"

"So what are you looking at?"

Before Lin Han could say anything, Zhuang Yao interrupted.

Zhuang Yao thinks that people who wear sunglasses late at night are just pretending to be cool.

What she can't stand the most is people who have no real ability but still act pretentiously!

But the next second, the old man lowered his head, hooked his index finger in the middle of his sunglasses, and pulled them down.

Two empty eyes without eyeballs suddenly appeared in front of Zhuang Yao and Lin Han.

hiss……

Zhuang Yao took a breath of cold air.

It turned out that the old man was blind.

No wonder he was wearing big sunglasses in the middle of the night.

It’s just that this blind man’s technique was so good that he could tell that something was wrong just by touching it.

And he threw it back accurately.

"You don't know what you're looking at, so what are you doing here?"

The old man spoke in a cold voice, put on his glasses again, and looked at Lin Han indifferently.

Lin Han didn't explain much.

Take out the moisture-proof bag from your clothes and then take out the book.

Two clear sniffing sounds came from the old man's nose.

Like a dog, he came up nimbly.

Without waiting for Lin Han to hand over the book, the old man grabbed the edge of the book with his skinny fingers, snatched it in his hand, and began to stroke it carefully.

Perhaps because he was too focused, the thing originally hidden in the old man's palm fell to Lin Han's feet with a clink.

Lin Han leaned over and looked around! !

After seeing it clearly, Lin Han was so scared that he quickly used a moisture-proof bag to move the two things aside.

"What's wrong? What is that?" Zhuang Yao asked curiously.

"Don't ask."

Lin Han answered in a low voice.