After hearing Chang Jie's words, Zhao Youliang was about to ask, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
But when I thought of Chang Jie's standard reply, "You didn't ask me," I had no choice but to do it.
He was just thinking to himself: Why is there another evil thing? It even sucked his blood... a third of his blood. If he secretly sold it, he could make a lot of money, right?
No, this isn't over!
I have to settle the score with that guy when I get back!
At the very least... at the very least, he should have to pay compensation, and then make him pay for the hospital expenses!
Just as Zhao Youliang was calculating his "small accounts," Liao Zhiyuan suddenly spoke up.
"Brother Quantum, have you noticed? This hospital is getting weirder and weirder."
"It wasn't even completely dark yet, and there was already dirt everywhere."
"You saw it too?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang then recounted how he had seen the cleaner earlier.
At the same time, he asked Li Mao, "Xiao Li, when you came to check last time, didn't you say you couldn't find any dirt anywhere?"
The last time Zhao Youliang mentioned was the time when the "disaster stone" insulted Li Mao.
Li Mao looked completely bewildered: "Yeah, I didn't see a single one last time I came."
“Quantum, do you think it’s possible that when I came last time, all the ghosts went to the market and weren’t home?”
"There's no market today, so everyone's out 'working'."
Zhao Youliang: "......"
Li Mao's seemingly joking words served as a reminder to Liao Zhiyuan, who was relatively more knowledgeable.
"Brother Quantum, Li Mao might actually be right."
“Ghost markets, also known as ‘yin markets,’ do exist in real life.”
"However, these events all occurred during times of war, chaos, or great disasters."
"In this peaceful and prosperous world, such a sinister thing shouldn't appear!"
Ghost markets are places that resemble human markets, but are mostly places where ghosts trade.
Those with profound human knowledge and spiritual cultivation can enter and trade rare items that do not exist in the human world.
The main mode of trade was barter.
The more unusual the item, the more it needs to be exchanged for rare and precious treasures.
However, some people exchange them directly using human currency, but most of these exchanges are very expensive and unaffordable for ordinary people.
The Ghost Market has its own set of rules: it is usually governed by a person, ghost, or demon with high magical powers, who profits from the Ghost Market.
In typical ghost markets, the "enforcers" are often vengeful spirits who have nowhere else to go and thus enter the ghost market.
The Ghost Market is not the underworld, but the human world.
However, the location, method, and time of activation are all subject to special limitations, and they are mostly formed naturally.
After hearing Liao Zhiyuan's account, Zhao Youliang and the others decided... to try to mind their own business and pretend they knew nothing.
After all, they still have a bunch of messy things to deal with at home, and if they cause any more trouble, they could really be doomed.
Unaware of each other's presence, the group quickly changed the subject, humming and hawing, "The moon is so round tonight..."
......
Because Zhao Youliang was staying in the most luxurious ward, which was an inner and outer room.
So none of them went back that night. Yingchun's sister-in-law stayed in the innermost room, while the rest of the people spent the night in the outer rooms.
We'll go home together after Zhao Youliang is discharged from the hospital at dawn.
By midnight, Li Mao was snoring loudly, but Zhao Youliang still couldn't fall asleep.
Although he had decided to mind his own business, his kind nature still caused him worry—worry that the hospital was full of ghosts.
As if by telepathy, the equally kind-hearted Liao Zhiyuan was also awake, worrying about the same thing.
The two people, who were pretending to be asleep, opened their eyes almost at the same time, were startled at the same time, and saw the bitter smile on each other's faces.
"Sigh, let's go out and take a look."
"I'll help if I can, just for Brother Zhigang's sake."
"After all, he still works here..."
After finding a flimsy excuse, Liao Zhiyuan helped Zhao Youliang out of bed.
After all, he had lost a lot of blood and was still somewhat weak.
But just as Zhao Youliang got out of bed, he suddenly felt a tightness around his ankle.
Looking down, I was surprised to find a thin rope tied to my foot.
At the same time that Zhao Youliang noticed something was wrong, Liao Zhiyuan also noticed it and immediately frowned.
"Are all these filthy things this fierce now? They actually dare to come in and provoke us?!"
Zhao Youliang slowly shook his head after hearing Liao Zhiyuan's words.
“It’s not something dirty, Xiao Liao, look along the rope.”
After Zhao Youliang reminded him, Liao Zhiyuan was shocked to discover that the other end of the rope was actually tied to Li Mao's wrist, who was snoring.
This scene left Liao Zhiyuan stunned, and he gave Li Mao a shove in annoyance.
Wake up!
Li Mao, who was woken up, looked blank and was obviously still half asleep.
And she sat up instinctively: "Oh my god, it's already dawn? Can we go home?"
"I'll move the things downstairs now, start the car, and turn on the heater."
"The weather has gotten colder lately, so don't let your wife catch a cold!"
Seeing how concerned Li Mao was about him, Zhao Youliang couldn't blame him anymore. He just smiled and moved the rope on his foot.
"Xiao Li, wait a moment, explain this matter clearly first."
Seeing this, Li Mao was immediately embarrassed. After a while, he scratched his messy hair and spoke with an awkward smile.
"I secretly tied us together because I was afraid you would run off with Xiao Liao in the middle of the night without me."
"See, it really works!"
Seeing the blank looks on Zhao Youliang and the other man's faces, Li Mao continued to explain with an awkward smile.
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