God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 721 Ghost City

Don't ask the sky to scratch your head, and entered the Jinyu Pavilion with Yue Qingcheng.

He rarely comes in this kind of place.

No money.

Yue Qingcheng came here once, knew the layout of the place well, and quickly found the old shopkeeper who entertained her last time.

She had a good impression of the old shopkeeper.

"Oh, sorry for the poor eyesight of the old man, isn't this Mr. Ouyang?"

The old shopkeeper's eyesight was not dazzled, and his cloudy eyes were full of the shrewdness of a businessman. When he saw Yue Qingcheng, he laughed and joked.

There are so many guests coming and going in the Jinyu Pavilion, he can remember Yue Qingcheng at a glance, it is because Yue Qingcheng impressed him so deeply last time.

The IOU of 100 million has been operated to more than 500 million!

What is ability?

It's called!

Yue Qingcheng nodded, spit out the jargon, "I want to enter the ghost market."

Don't ask Tian's confused face, "Xiao Shisan, what ghost market?"

Yue Qingcheng took a look at him, confirmed that he really didn't know, and couldn't help feeling depressed.

Jinyu Pavilion pays attention to eating both black and white, and the things in the normal auction area come from clean sources, so it is not called a ghost market.

The ghost market, in modern times, is a place where stalls are set up at night, and here is an underground place for sneaky transactions.

You can trade in the ghost market for things like killing people for money, stealing weapons from digging up people’s ancestral graves, windfalls, and so on.

Everyone knows the rules, money and goods are cleared, don't ask too much about anything else.

There is no need for Yue Qingcheng to explain, the old shopkeeper has already introduced him to Bie Wentian competently.

"I see." Don't ask the sky to open your eyes.

The old shopkeeper's expression was serious, "In business and business, since Mr. Ouyang knows the ghost market, he also knows the rules, right?"

He rubbed his hands.

"Two." Yue Qingcheng said.

Don't ask the sky, he couldn't understand again, and then he watched Yue Qingcheng and bought two tickets to the ghost market without blinking an eye.

Each 1 yuan stone.

Don't ask the sky: "..." The junior is so rich!

However, he can't afford the 1 yuan ticket.

"Little Thirteen..."

"Follow me, don't be wordy." Yue Qingcheng said.

The old shopkeeper smiled and looked at Don't ask the sky rather jokingly.

Mr. Ouyang's ability to enter the ghost market means that he is not short of this money, okay?

This senior is a little out of place.

"You two come with me." The old shopkeeper said with a smile.

Yue Qingcheng and Don't Ask Tian followed him into the dark room, and changed into the robes that everyone must wear when entering the ghost market.

This robe made Yue Qingcheng's hair full of black lines. I don't know who invented it, but it was exactly the same as the ghost costume in her previous life.

The face is white, only the eyes are left to see the road.

The rest of the clothes are all black.

Children will be scared to cry when they see it, right?

"Please, both of you." The old shopkeeper opened the door and let them in.

In order to prevent guest officials from being followed and revealing their identities, the access here is strictly controlled.

Yue Qingcheng and Don't Ask Tian go in.

Although it is a street, there is no noise and it is quiet.

"What a strange dress." Don't ask Tian that he is still struggling with the clothes.

Yue Qingcheng said: "Come in here and change your voice."

As she spoke, her voice changed. It was as mellow as a middle-aged man's.

Don't ask the sky to be frightened.

"I do not know."

Is this a martial art?

Yue Qingcheng pursed her lips, "Then try not to talk."

After all, she has entered a ghost market lit by kerosene lamps, candles, soybean oil lamps and so on.

The shadows of the lamps are bright and dark, flickering, and the shadows of people buying and selling.

It's not that you can't see your fingers, but it's very gloomy.

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(End of this chapter)