The entrance to the ghost market is an abandoned water basin with a broken bridge and wooden planks extending to the middle of the river.

Legend has it that the lake is foggy all year round, and you can't see the scene on the lake during the day. You only know that it leads to a bridge hole, a place where light can never be seen.

At night, the smoke on the lake will dissipate a little, but it's useless. It's dark all around and you can't see anything. Some people say this is the Naihe Bridge or the Lake of Rebirth. Once you enter the ghost market, you'll have it.

Another life.

There are many extremely vicious people who have nowhere to escape, so they hide there. In the ghost market, there are too many people more vicious than them, and they don't dare to do it again.

Rumor has it that as long as you whistle three times on the foggy lake, a raincoat will come to pick you up in a small boat. The boat fee only costs a penny, and he will ferry you to where you want to go.

Everyone calls him the ferryman.

At this moment, there were two people sitting on such a broken bridge, one big and one small, with very obvious statures. They looked like a father and son, staring at the lake where nothing could be seen clearly.

It was Yu Qiushui and Luo Yunqing. They waited from dusk to night, from thick fog to light mist, but the mysterious man in raincoat never came.

Yu Qiushui became impatient, picked up a stone and threw it towards the lake.

One circle of ripples, two circles, three circles, and then the ripples can no longer be seen clearly. The stones seemed to have sunk to the bottom, and there was no sound at all.

"Hey, let me tell you, is your boy's news reliable? Where is the raincoat guest? Where is the ferryman?" Yu Qiushui glared at the children beside him.

Luo Yunqing looked a little embarrassed and touched his shiny forehead.

"Don't worry, what is supposed to come will come."

"Damn, I've been waiting for almost an hour. If you don't come, I'll just step in through the water." Yu Qiushui snorted coldly. He took out the wine gourd, pointed the mouth of the gourd at his own mouth, and shook it again and again.

Two drops of turbid liquid finally fell down, and he quickly sucked them into his mouth and hit them twice.

It seemed that the lack of wine had made his temper extremely irritable.

Luo Yunqing could only smile bitterly, tangle his two little hands together, and look at the lake uneasily.

"Did you know that this lake is called Leafless Lake, because not a single leaf can float in this lake."

"Wuye Lake?" Yu Qiushui's eyes widened again, as if he heard something extraordinary.

"Don't lie to me, I don't believe there is any river in this world that I can't cross with my Qinggong."

"Hey, it's boring for you to expose me."

The two of them were acting like father and son.

A lone figure floated on the lake, accompanied by the sound of waves lapping on the lake. The two of them stopped suddenly and looked at a lone boat floating towards them on the lake.

On the bow of the boat was a boatman wearing a black raincoat, with a bamboo hat held low on his head. It was obvious that he was extremely thin, probably because he had been on the boat all year round and had nothing good to eat.

Yu Qiushui and Luo Yunqing felt pity in their hearts and immediately boarded the ship.

The boat is not big and can barely accommodate three people.

"Two cents." The boatman's voice was a little hoarse. He kept looking at the ground. In his field of vision, he could only see the toes of the two of them.

"Two cents? Isn't it one cent?" Yu Qiushui was suspicious and seemed to want to bargain.

"One penny, one person, two people, two pennies." The ferryman was also good-tempered and explained patiently, but his words were too concise, making him sound impatient.

"Damn, are you worth a penny?" Yu Qiushui cast a sharp glance at Luo Yunqing, who was holding the sword beside him like a treasure.

"Hey, are you implying that I'm worthless?" Luo Yunqing pouted and looked at Yu Qiushui pitifully.

"But you promised not to abandon me!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Yu Qiushui was angry and gritted her teeth.

He took out two pennies and threw them on the bow of the boat.

This is the price of a bowl of wine! Yu Qiushui felt extremely distressed.

But Yu Qiushui couldn't bear to kick him into the river like this. He could only stare at Luo Yunqing who was sitting on the bow of the boat, singing happily, feeling sulky alone.

"Hey, hey, you little brat, you've been following me for a week, right? How does it feel to be walking with the enemy who killed Fu?" Yu Qiushui sneered.

He originally thought that Luo Yunqing was following him because he was looking for an opportunity to strike. But this kid, who slept harder than him in the middle of the night, looked heartless and didn't seem to want revenge at all.

"That's good!" Luo Yunqing blinked his big innocent eyes, "My master said that he didn't have a few years to live, and it was his biggest wish to make that sword before he died."

Luo Yunqing pointed at the Hao Que on Yu Qiushui's back.

Yu Qiushui silently took off the sword from his back. He opened the cloth bag and gently stroked the sword body. A heavy and rustic feeling came from between his fingers, which was also cold and sharp.

The boatman bowed slightly and seemed to glance at this place. After all, this was a sword that had already become famous all over the world.

"Is this sword your master's proudest work?" Yu Qiushui raised Hao Que, stretched out his fingers and flicked it.

"No." Luo Yunqing shook his head, "My master said that there is no strongest sword in the world, only swordsmen are strong. Therefore, the strongest sword should be used by the strongest swordsman. Can you

Taking Hao Que from his hands means that you are qualified to own it, so the master will die without regrets."

"Death without regrets?" Yu Qiushui chuckled and slowly put down the sword in his hand.

"Aren't the so-called swords made just for killing? Who among the people called sword immortals is not a murderer? In order to become the strongest, he kills people wantonly and competes wantonly, just for an illusory name.

Taking the lives of hundreds, or even thousands of people? Is this what your master calls the strongest?"

Luo Yunqing fell silent. His small body was wrapped with a huge sword, and then he spoke softly.

"But Xiao Yuqiu also had a lot of blood on his hands. You also killed a lot of people, didn't you?"

Luo Yunqing's words were very soft, but Yu Qiushui heard them all. Every word hit his heart like a pebble, causing his originally calm heart to become turbulent.

"To become the strongest swordsman, you have to step on other people's corpses and walk up." Luo Yunqing continued. Who would have thought that at just over ten years old, he would be able to downplay the suffering in the world so lightly.

"Isn't what Qiu Shui is doing now just to become number one on the Sword Immortal List and to defeat Xiao Ruyi?"

"Me." Yu Qiushui swallowed even more.

"I just want to prove to one person that you can become the strongest swordsman in the world if you have the strongest sword in the world."

"But I don't want to kill them, but I have to kill them." Yu Qiushui's voice was trembling, with helplessness and despair deep in his voice.

The wine was gone and he seemed much soberer.

"Do you two gentlemen want to hear a story?" As they were talking, the ferryman who had been standing suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, like the wail of hell.

Yu Qiushui and Luo Yunqing did not answer, so the ferryman continued talking on his own.

"You two have heard of Swordsman, Sword Immortal, and Sword Master. Have you ever heard of Sword Boy?"

"Sword boy?" Yu Qiushui and Luo Yunqing looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"A long time ago, when the Mingjian Pavilion was just established, and the sword immortal list was not yet stable, every swordsman was proud of how many lives he took under his sword. But how many swordsmen can there be in the world? So some people wanted to be able to board the sword.

Xian Bang began to cultivate a group of sword boys. They killed the sword boys' parents, locked the children together, and taught them how to practice swords.

, but this kind of sword training is not pure sword training. They leave fatal loopholes in the sword skills taught to children, and then let these sword boys challenge them. If the challenge is successful, they will be free. You know, these deliberately cultivated swordsmen

How can a sword boy be the opponent of these swordsmen? They are just lambs raised in captivity and left to be slaughtered."

Yu Qiushui remained silent and slowly held the gourd that was empty of wine. Luo Yunqing listened with great interest, his bright eyes shining in the dark night.

There are ripples on the lake, reflecting the faint afterglow of the moon. There is a small boat, two boat passengers, and a story. It feels like we can float like this for a long, long time.

"So to describe it more appropriately, these sword boys are sword slaves. There was such a swordsman who kept more than twenty sword boys in captivity. These sword boys ranged from six to sixteen years old, and they were all locked in a cave.

There, without seeing the light of day, he practiced swordplay every day and waited for the swordsman to feed him. But one day, the swordsman accepted someone else's challenge and died under someone else's sword. No one remembered these sword boys anymore. They were in the cave.

, in order to survive, they killed each other and ate the flesh of the dead. The child who survived in the end was only six years old. And he survived with the help of a friend. It was really ridiculous. There were still friends in a place like that.

"

The coir raincoat guest let out a long sigh, and before he knew it, he had put down the oar in his hand and concentrated on telling the story.

"That friend's name is Li Jialiang. He is sixteen years old. He is no longer a sword boy. The last swordsman died in the hands of this swordsman. Li Jialiang naturally became this person's sword boy. He has been a sword boy for six years.

Having had enough of this kind of life, with no family and no hope, he didn't want to see everyone killing each other. So he placed all his expectations on the youngest child and finally committed suicide. Maybe God has eyes and one day

It rained heavily and the cave collapsed. The youngest child stepped on the corpses of everyone and crawled out of the cave. But God has no eyes. After the child escaped, he was homeless and had no food. In order to survive, he

He only kills people. He is a young man who crawled out of the cave of the dead. He has already looked down on death. He has killed too many people and is hunted by many enemies. Seeing that he is about to die, a middle-aged man appears.

He saved the child. He said to the child, you will follow me from now on, you will help me kill people, and I will give you a home."

"So do you think Li Jialiang's death was worth it or not?" The man in raincoat finally took off his bamboo hat and threw it casually to the lake in the distance. They had been spinning in circles for a long time.

"I can't answer your question. Whether it's worth it or not is Li Jialiang's choice. I can only say that the young man did not let him down because he survived." Yu Qiushui thought carefully and replied.

"So living in such an era, is it our fault or God's fault?" The man in the cloak slowly turned around and looked directly at the two of them for the first time.

Yu Qiushui's pupils shrank suddenly, while Luo Yunqing tightly covered his eyes.

He did not look at the scene in front of him. This was clearly a young man's face, but there was no childishness or innocence. There were only intricate knife marks and scars burned by fire. Every part of the skin was scarred. It was shocking, but his eyes

But it is extremely clear and bright, like a raging fire burning in hell, which can burn everything in sight.

"They all call me Ghost Swordsman Wen Zhaochen. They are right. I am an evil ghost from hell, a person who should not be alive!"

Suddenly heavy fog floated on the lake, and now even the remaining light on the lake was gone. Everything seemed to be swallowed up by the evil ghost in front of me.

"There is never a person in this world who shouldn't be alive. Everyone's existence has its own meaning. Now please."

"Draw your sword!" Yu Qiushui was never surprised. He had already smelled his unusual aura from this coir raincoat guest.

He held the sword in his hand seriously and pointed at the young man flashing in the darkness.
Chapter completed!