Finally, Brother Chengxin and I entered the trading market. As soon as we entered, we were stunned by the crowded crowd and the noisy voices.

I said that I didn't see many people in other places, but they all gathered here. It seems that there are many wealthy cultivators, or they are willing to spend their money in a place like this.

It took a while for Brother Chengxin and I to get used to the atmosphere. We got used to thousands of people crammed into a large building with a huge ceiling, just like going shopping. The vegetable market was definitely not as busy as here.

If you have to describe it, it's like a job fair today. You can imagine how many people there are here! No wonder Wu Laoer said that the two organizations here can easily get tens of millions.

But after careful calculation, this population ratio is actually terrifyingly low. You must know that there are more than one billion people in China, and the total number of people here is only about 10,000. You must know that Shen Xing told me that ghost markets are concentrated

Eighty percent of the insiders.

We came here, of course, not to watch the crowds, and the space here is larger than the current job fairs. At least it allows people to stroll around more calmly. After Brother Chengxin and I naturally got used to it, we started

I couldn’t wait to start shopping.

Only then did we clearly see that the shed on the top was just a simple and huge white cloth. Under the white cloth, there were ten rows of very simple stalls that were very close together. How simple were they?

It's just a piece of tarpaulin supported by a few bamboo poles, with just a table and a chair underneath.

The table is used to place the items to be traded, and the chairs are naturally filled with stall owners, and these stall owners are also very strange. Everyone wears a mask, and the front and back of the body are covered with cloth, which shows that they are prepared for something.

The point!

About one meter away from the stalls, there were brightly colored yellow lines. Brother Chengxin and I sensitively discovered almost at the same time that within the yellow lines of each row of stalls, except for dozens of people in black.

Except for walking back and forth there, no one dared to approach the stall while walking.

In addition, when you go in to look at the goods, a man in black will immediately follow you outside. Only one person can go in at a time to look at the goods. I haven’t understood the rules yet, but this should be for

Prevent anyone from fishing in troubled waters and taking away things on the table.

Brother Chengxin and I entered this trading market full of freshness, but when we reached the first stall, Brother Chengxin couldn't walk. We couldn't see the specific goods on this stall, but

A sign was clearly placed in front of the table: "Century-old Wild Ginseng."

Let me ask you, in today's world where resources are so scarce, how could Brother Chengxin not be excited when he suddenly saw this as a heir to the medical lineage? The things our master left us are rich, at least I know that in Chengxin

There are two century-old wild ginsengs there, and a small section of roots that are said to be ginseng essence, but who dares to touch them easily? Just like I dare not touch the things in our mountain veins easily.

Almost without hesitation, Brother Chengxin walked towards the stall, but was stopped by a man in black. Brother Chengxin, who was about to lose control of his emotions, was stopped all of a sudden. It was the first time I saw his expression.

Showing his calm side, he frowned and asked the man in black: "What are you going to do?"

The man in black was quite polite and ignored Brother Chengxin's rudeness and said, "Please make an appointment."

Brother Chengxin was still waiting to talk, but I had already walked over and patted Brother Chengxin on the shoulder. Naturally, there is a tacit understanding between our senior brothers. I didn’t need to say more. He calmed down his excitement to some extent and asked

: “How do I make a reservation?”

"Please wait a moment." After saying that, the man in black walked to the stall owner, where he took a small wooden sign with the number 7 written on it, and then handed it to Brother Chengxin: "There are 6 people in front of you.

When the stall owner talks about the transaction, please pay attention to the numbers there. If it turns to 7, you can come in at any time with the sign. If the sign is gone, then the stall owner's transaction is completed. You can wait up to twenty minutes for each number, so

Please be careful when shopping and don't buy too many brands."

The man in black probably saw that it was our first time to trade here, and the explanation was very detailed. Following his guidance, we also saw that there was indeed an activity sign next to the stall, just like the old-fashioned way we used to play basketball.

That kind of manual scorer is quite simple and clear.

And he also told us not to worry, only 10 cards will be dealt out each time, and if we miss it, we can wait for the next round.

After getting to know us, he asked us for a service fee of 50 yuan and left. Everything in this place really costs money, so it's no wonder his service attitude is so good.

After leaving, Brother Chengxin was a little anxious. He was afraid that someone else would get the century-old ginseng first. I could only persuade him in a low voice, telling Brother Chengxin not to be anxious. After all, some things depend on fate.

Just as we were talking in a low voice, a cold snort sounded in my ears. I turned around and saw Lin Chen.

My first reaction was such a coincidence, but my second reaction was relief. It was very simple. Eighty percent of the people in the industry gathered here. It was not strange for me to meet him. It was only a little strange. The one who once shouted

The old man who passed Lin Chen was now standing behind Lin Chen with a respectful attitude.

It seems that the departure of Wu Liyu's generation has made Lin Chen's status rise.

I looked at Lin Chen, but I didn't plan to say anything to him. I didn't think I would have anything to do with him again. Even if their organization was going to go against the grain, there would naturally be someone to deal with it, not to mention he wasn't 'abducted' by my master.

A group of pillars, it is estimated that their ability to defy the sky has also declined.

Time is precious, and I still want to find what I need in this trading market.

But as soon as I turned my head, Lin Chen spoke in a very loud voice: "Oh, isn't Lao Li's lineage quite noble? Why did Chen Cheng, the eldest disciple and the successor of Shanzi Lineage, come to the ghost market to trade in a while?

Aren't you, the prudes of the lineage, most afraid of being contaminated by karma? Don't you have common sense and don't you know that dealing with ghosts has a high price and great karma? Is it because you, a closed disciple, have a rebellious spirit and are ready to give you, Lao Li, a chance?

Does the pulse bring a new atmosphere?"

As soon as Lin Chen finished speaking, I heard discussions around me.

"What? Lao Li's lineage?"

"Wang Lipu's lineage that drove me like a drowned dog?"

"People from Lao Li's lineage are here? Is something happening in this circle?"

"I heard that Jiang Lizhun seems to have disappeared."

"real?"

These discussions filled my ears with a wealth of information, which made me unable to recover for a moment. This was still part of the discussion that I heard. Didn’t I hear it? And I clearly felt that there were several probing eyes on me.

With Brother Chengxin, I couldn't help but curse myself secretly, "How can I be so sensitive that I can even know when others are looking at me?"

I took a deep breath and didn't want to pay attention to Lin Chen's provocation. I just came here to trade, but I had no interest in arguing with him or going deeper into the circle. There is certainly a reason for what Master does, and I have no reason not to follow it.

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So, I didn't answer the conversation, and turned around to leave with Brother Chengxin in hand.

But Lin Chen didn't give up at all. He suddenly shouted: "Chen Chengyi, look at this."

I stopped, turned around, and saw him taking out a pendant wrapped in black cloth from his neck. I stared at him without knowing what he meant, but he said: "There is a phalanx in it, and there is a phalanx in it."

The most regretful knot in my life. Because of regret, I can only accompany you day and night! Do you know what this knot is?"

My heart began to beat violently. The bone tool was wrapped in black cloth. It was a soul-binding weapon. It was too obvious, so there could only be one thing inside, and that was the soul of the dead!!

Anger began to appear in my eyes. I expected Lin Chen not to say an answer that I couldn't accept next. I stared at his lips tightly, but I saw a circle of smile lines forming on his lips, and then he moved slightly.

After a moment, he spit out two words: "Irene."

"Fuck you!" I couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over in a few steps. My anger was not unreasonable. Irene was already dead. The best way was of course to let her go. This Lin Chen

He actually used Irene's finger bones to summon Irene's soul and imprisoned it inside. How much torture was this to Irene?

He was too selfish, and he was too crazy. Irene's love, the love that she would rather die than give up, was ruined by Lin Chen like this.

But I didn't succeed in rushing in front of Lin Chen, so I was "politely" stopped by a few men in black, who warned me that any form of fighting or fighting is not allowed in this trading market.

Lin Chen stood there calmly and said: "Chen Chengyi, you don't know how deep my hatred for you is? If you and your master hadn't stopped me from taking away Irene, how could I have had no choice but to summon him?

You idiot-like remnant soul, I will own her completely. And you are destined to be my stepping stone. Just wait, there is a good show waiting for you in the trading market."

After saying that, Lin Chen turned around and left. My eyes were bloodshot because of my anger, and I yelled at Lin Chen: "You bitch, such a magic weapon will make Irene's soul fly away in twenty years at most. Let me go."

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Chapter completed!