Su Deng snapped back to reality, banishing everything else from her mind, and went to find Crescent Moon.
"Search every inch of the place!"
"Don't let him run back to the mortal world!"
"quick!"
On the way, they saw another group of ghost messengers coming and going, all looking anxious.
Qin Xian, who had just come to his senses, thought they were coming to arrest them again. He shrank back and reached for his gun, but the ghost messenger ran right past him without even glancing at the two of them.
"They're not arresting us?"
He was taken aback. "Could it be that another ghost has escaped?"
Su Deng frowned slightly, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Ghost Market, a market in the underworld.
Every year on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Festival, the area is opened to the mortal world, allowing some ghosts from the underworld to return to the mortal realm to visit their relatives.
It's not usually open to the public, but it exists as a place for ghosts to buy and sell things. Every day, all sorts of ghosts gather here for leisure and entertainment.
The ghosts coming and going were of all kinds, including headless ones.
It's a den of ghosts.
It was just a game, and Qin Xian was already scared enough.
It is true now.
And he died too?!
That's even scarier!
Walking among the ghosts, Qin Xian felt a chill run down his spine; he simply couldn't accept what was happening.
"Su Deng, over here."
Su Deng remained expressionless as she walked to the entrance when she heard Yueya shout.
Before she could even turn around, a small figure ran over, jumped to her side, and hugged her waist. "Mommy!"
It's Su Muye.
Su Deng breathed a sigh of relief and squatted down. "How is it?"
"It's nice here." Su Muyue nuzzled her cheek affectionately.
After playing several games, he had gotten used to being passed around.
After being sucked into this place by the white light, he did not panic or lose his composure. He first used his small size and naivety to find out about this world.
After learning that it was the underworld, he started thinking about how to find Su Deng.
“I happened to be here on business when I saw him asking other ghosts if they had seen his mother. I thought his description was similar to yours, so I asked him. Who knew it was true?”
Crescent Moon walked over, holding a string of candied hawthorns and taking a bite.
Qin Xian looked at her hand and asked, "Why is there a candied hawthorn here?"
"Why not?" Crescent Moon raised an eyebrow and said arrogantly, "Whatever the mortal world has, the underworld has now too."
Otherwise, how could it be called technological development?
This kind of thing isn't sold in the Spirit Realm.
His mother would buy it for him when he was little.
After his father died and his mother abandoned him, he never ate again.
Those huge, bright red hawthorns coated in sugar...
Qin Xian was craving it.
Fear is fear, but the facts cannot be changed, so we might as well give up.
His gaze fell on the ghost market ahead, and he dashed over. "Boss! Give me one... no! Three skewers of candied hawthorns!"
Crescent Moon raised an eyebrow and asked Su Deng, "Does he have ghost money?"
Su Deng's lips twitched slightly, "...Maybe."
"Didn't you say you didn't know if he was your son? Why is he calling you 'Mom'?"
Crescent Moon snorted and chuckled, "I really can't believe you're so young, yet you have such a big son."
Su Deng: "..."
"never mind."
Before she could answer, Crescent Moon waved her hand and said, "I'll let it go since you and your son died so young."
Su Deng: "..."
Su Muye blinked, somewhat confused.
"Surround them!"
"Everyone, cover your heads and crouch down, don't move!"
Just then, a group of more than a dozen ghost messengers rushed into the ghost market and surrounded it, looking fierce and menacing.
The ghost market instantly descended into chaos, and amidst a fierce shout, all the ghosts crouched down, covering their heads.
Qin Xian, who had just received the candied hawthorn in his hand but had no ghost money to pay for it and was haggling with the shopkeeper, was startled and instantly teleported to Su Deng's side.
Su Deng stood up, shielding Su Muye in her arms and raising her guard.
"We're not arresting you." Seeing the two of them looking so startled, Crescent Moon said this and turned to walk away.
Lin Ye, the leader of the group of ghost messengers, nodded when he saw her. "Lord Crescent Moon, what are you doing here?"
"I've come to take care of something," Crescent Moon asked him. "Did they catch them?"
“No,” Lin Ye said in a deep voice. “We’ve surrounded several ghost markets, just in case he tries to escape to the mortal world through here.”
“He wouldn’t have been able to do it without the help of the underworld.” Crescent Moon narrowed her eyes. “You guys investigate first, I have something to do and I’ll be leaving now.”
Seeing her return, Su Deng asked, "Did another ghost refuse to be reincarnated and run away?"
“If we were like you, we wouldn’t need such a big fuss,” Crescent Moon said sarcastically. “It’s an evil spirit that escaped from the underworld prison. This evil spirit has a special identity and is of great importance. All the underworld police and ghost messengers have been mobilized.”
This evil spirit has been imprisoned for five hundred years, absorbing even more evil desires. Now that it has escaped, it will have a significant impact on the underworld.
If they went to the mortal world, who knows how many humans would be eaten.
Su Deng glanced at her. "You don't seem very worried."
"What am I worried about?" Crescent Moon scoffed dismissively. "That's not my merit, it's none of my business."
Right now, she only has one thing on her mind: to rescue her Hades.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft—"
"vomit--"
"What the hell is this thing...?"
Just then, Qin Xian, who had been excitedly swallowing and taking a bite of a candied hawthorn, suddenly spat it out and leaned against the wall, dry heaving. "What the hell is this stuff...?"
Crescent Moon looked over, her face completely innocent, "Candied hawthorns."
"You sugary yo-yo... Ugh..."
Qin Xian was so nauseous that he couldn't utter a single coherent sentence.
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