Chapter 69 Ghost Collection
The ghost painting was divided into two parts after being dismembered by a hatchet. One part had [-]% of the supernatural power and was carried by Zhang Dong. The other part was controlled by Yang Muxue who had lost part of his personality and went to unknown places.

Although this part of Yang Muxue's painting is much less terrifying, it still has S-level potential and is almost the same as the ghost painting in the original work.

However, it is currently under control and will not get out of control for the time being.

So Zhang Dong planned to go to the Ghost Market to trade with ghosts and at the same time learn more about the development of ghost controllers in today's era.

From the current point of view, most of the ghost controllers in this period are stronger, and the ghosts they control are relatively complete. In Yang Jian's era, they were all captain-level existences.

The rickshaw traveled very fast, and within ten minutes, everyone arrived at the city where the ghost market was located.

This place is called Taiping Town, a wilderness located in a remote area.

In this period of generally backward education, most people still have awe of ghosts and gods in their hearts, so people like to engage in some work in this area, making paper money, making clay figurines, offering sacrifices, etc.

But what they don't know is that the evil ghosts they fear are real.

Therefore, ghost gatherings, a seemingly spiritual ritual, actually make it easier for ghost controllers to move around.

The car stopped.

Several people jumped out of the car and looked at the bustling market.

There are many people setting up stalls and selling a wide variety of things.

Paper figurines, ancient books, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, ceramics, etc. are all available, and there are also many buyers. With just a quick glance, you can see many wealthy families. They live a prosperous life and gradually develop a strong interest in historical cultural relics. There is no shortage of them. Collecting cultural relics became a hobby.

In this era of scarce resources, with such a large wave of financial support, more people have learned about the existence of this ghost market and gained a lot of benefits from it.

Zhang Dong's eyes moved slightly, and after looking around, he saw no trace of supernatural beings.

He casually picked up a copper coin and weighed it in his hand. The copper coin gave off a metallic smell, no corpse odor, and no cold feeling.

Just cast from ordinary metal.

"Isn't this a real ghost gathering?" Zhang Dong turned to look at Zhang Bohua and asked.

"It's not true. The real ghost gathering is in a supernaturally maintained place. It only opens once a year during the Hungry Ghost Festival, and it lasts for one day. Counting the days, there are still seven days until this year's Hungry Ghost Festival. By then, it will be There will be many ghost masters coming here to trade with the ghosts, and there will also be many people looking for solutions to the ghosts' resurrection." Zhang Bohua said lightly, "But it is also good to come early, because not only us, but other people will also arrive a while early. They will trade with each other when they enter the ghost market, and often good things will be traded out at this time."

Li Qingzhi frowned and asked, "Why?"

"Because trading in the ghost market requires you to pay a handling fee to the owner of the market. The better the goods, the higher the fee. This is very uneconomical for both sellers and buyers."

"The ghost collection still has an owner?" Luo Qian's expression changed slightly, "He still dares to charge a handling fee? Aren't he afraid that other ghost controllers will attack him in groups?"

"Haha, if someone can become the master of the ghost collection, he must have his abilities." Zhang Bohua said with a smile, "It is said that that guy is a ghost controller who has lived for more than 100 years. He has already overcome the resurgence of evil ghosts, and has been in the past few decades. During the years of running the ghost market, he acquired a lot of treasures, and he should have pieced them all together, and his strength is so terrifying."

The ghost master of the previous era?
Zhang Dong frowned deeply when he heard this.

This is the first time I heard that the earliest records of ghost controllers in the original books date back to the Republic of China.

But ghosts have probably existed since the birth of mankind, so it is not uncommon to have ghost masters.

Then the owner of this ghost collection is probably at the level of Qi Lao, or even higher. After all, he has lived for more than 100 years and followed the puzzle route. His strength cannot be underestimated.

"But that guy's life is short. He has lived for more than 100 years. Now that he is dying, many people are already eyeing his puzzle pieces." Zhang Bohua narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in one direction in the market.

Everyone looked along and found a few foreigners in strange clothes among the crowd.

They wore high hats and Western-style cloaks, and their faces were dull. Some even wore white masks that covered half of their faces. The face under the mask must have been rotten for a long time.

Apparently they are foreign ghost masters.

"In times like this, it's not surprising that there are several foreign ghost masters in our country. As long as they dare to come, let them stay here completely." Li Qingzhi's tone was solemn, and the hatchet in his hand unconsciously tightened.

"Not just them, I also found several other ghost masters. They seemed to be looking for something in the cemetery at the other end of the market." Luo Qiandao.

"They were looking for the entrance to the ghost market, but they couldn't find it by looking. No one could enter without the active invitation of the market owner." Zhang Bohua said, "Even the ghost that hit people."

He deliberately emphasized the tone of the second half of the sentence.

After a simple conversation, Zhang Dong roughly understood the situation of this era.

The backwardness of education makes people more inclined to ghosts and gods, so the special existence of ghost controllers is different from that in modern times. At that time, people were afraid of ghosts and believed in science, but now people will deliberately look for ghosts in order to gain powerful power. .

After all, wars are raging now, plagues are rampant, and people are living in dire straits.

Who cares how long they can live in the future?
So the strong ones were born through repeated screenings.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Dong walked into the market, and everyone followed closely.

"There are still seven days until the Ghost Festival, so let's wait here for seven days, find a place to stay, and find out what those foreigners are thinking." Zhang Dong said, looking around. scene.

Most of the houses here are old, and it is normal for roofs to leak. The walls are also pitted, and some houses don't even have windows.

An air of depression.

Zhang Bohua said: "If you are looking for a place to stay, you can sleep everywhere here. But you definitely want to find a place where you can grasp the situation of the entire market, then I have a recommended place, and that person happens to be an old friend of mine. "

"Where?" Luo Qian asked.

"The owner of an inn is named Liu, and we all call him Mr. Liu." Zhang Bohua said.

Master Liu?

Zhang Dong's eyes narrowed, and he instantly recalled in his mind that in the original work, the owner of a hotel outside Taiping Ancient Town also had the surname Liu.

With the same surname Liu, one runs an inn and the other runs a hotel, which inevitably makes people suspicious.

It's just that the man in the original work is very mysterious and does not show any supernatural power.

Could it be that Boss Liu is a descendant of this innkeeper?
"Where is that inn?" Zhang Dong asked.

"just in front."

Soon, after walking for a few minutes, everyone arrived at the other side of the market.

"Taiping Inn."

Li Qingzhi raised his head slightly and looked at the inn's signboard and read out loud.

This inn has three floors and has a relatively retro style. Although the walls are somewhat damaged, the overall look is much newer than other houses.

There is a paper figure standing on each side of the door on the first floor. From the appearance, it can be seen that they are a boy and a girl, both teenagers.

The face of the paper man is smeared with a lot of dye, and the eyes and nose are very handsome. They are drawn so lifelike that they look like a living person from a distance, giving off a somewhat ominous atmosphere. "Do you ladies want to stay in the hotel?"

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a long coat and a round hat with a smile came out of the room, bowed and asked everyone politely.

When he saw Zhang Bohua, his expression suddenly changed: "Old man, why are you here so early this time? You must have found some treasure, right?"

Zhang Bohua also smiled and replied: "Haha, you still know me, and this time I brought a few friends to stay a few more days."

"Of course it's no problem. It's not yet the time for the ghost market to open. There are relatively few guests, so you can pick whatever you want." Mr. Liu said politely, and then led everyone into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, a pungent corpse smell hit his face, and the entire inn hall was filled with a dead smell, as if someone had been dead in the room for a long time.

The hall looks ordinary. It is decorated in an old-fashioned style, except that the walls are mostly made of brown wood. However, after the baptism of time, it has obviously gained some vicissitudes.

"How many people have died in your house? Is it so smelly?" Luo Qian said with a look of disgust.

"Please forgive me, sir. People occasionally die in the house, so there will inevitably be a smell. Besides, my family not only does business for people, but also for ghosts." Mr. Liu's eyes rolled, and there was a bit of coldness in his tone.

"A ghost business?"

"What, old man, didn't you tell them?"

Zhang Bohua smiled faintly and did not respond.

Mr. Liu paused and said: "My inn is usually occupied by people. As it gets closer to the Ghost Festival, also known as the Ghost Festival, a lot of ghosts will live there. They also come here for the ghost gathering. Ghosts are something we all We all know that it will inevitably cause some damage to the inn, so my house needs to be repaired every once in a while. It just so happens that the Ghost Festival is coming soon, so I haven't had time to renovate it yet."

"So your house is also made by supernatural beings? Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to accommodate ghosts, right?"

"It's okay if you understand it this way."

Several people were speechless, and Mr. Liu led them to the front desk.

"Come and book a room for these guest officer friends of mine. They are all old acquaintances of mine. I want the room with the best location." Mr. Liu said to the counter with a smile.

Everyone looked in and found that the waiter who received the guests was actually a paper man, and they couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

This paper figure obviously looks like a young man, with a pale face and an expressionless face. The two eyes seem to have been dripped with ink, without the whites of the eyes, and it looks very eye-catching.

After a few seconds.

Mr. Liu seemed to have received some kind of response. He turned around and said to everyone: "Let's go, the room is ready. It's on the fourth floor. The stairs are a bit old and decayed. Be careful not to step on them."

After that, he walked towards the stairs on the side of the counter.

"Are you sincerely trying to harm us? This inn only has the third floor, where is the fourth floor?" Luo Qian's eyes became cold.

"The guest officer is joking. I have already said that this inn not only houses living people, but also ghosts." Boss Liu's expression did not change at all, "So ghosts should go to the ghost's room."

Among the group of people, only Zhang Dong seemed to be an ordinary person. The others had been severely corroded by evil spirits, so they would naturally be regarded as evil ghosts by Mr. Liu.

Luo Qian did not respond, but looked back at Zhang Dong, as if seeking his opinion.

Zhang Dong gave him a look, and then followed Mr. Liu.

The wooden stairs creaked under their feet, and everyone felt unsteady as they stepped on them step by step, as if the stairs would break in the next moment.

The first three floors looked normal. The style of the rooms was the same as that of the lobby. Although the corridors were filled with the smell of corpses, there were no traces of supernatural beings.

The stairs are distributed in the middle of the entire building, and there are two rooms on each side. In this way, there are twelve rooms left for living people.

After everyone reached the third floor, Mr. Liu continued to walk up the stairs, but Li Qingzhi called out to him:

"Old man, your stairs are too long, right? You can't even see the end."

I saw the stairs leading to the fourth floor extending straight overhead, leading into darkness. Candles at regular intervals on the wall shone with weak light, which looked particularly strange and gave off a creepy aura.

"The places where ghosts live are naturally different." Mr. Liu continued to walk up, minding his own business. "The scenery above is very good. You can see the entire market outside the ghost market."

"Let's go, I've been up there, there's nothing wrong with it." Zhang Bohua also persuaded, taking the second position in the team.

The three of them were speechless and followed.

But when Zhang Dong took out his left foot and was about to step on the stairs, he passed through it as if he had encountered an untouchable shadow.

He is not affected and naturally cannot set foot on this supernaturally constructed staircase.

Mr. Liu, the owner of the inn, immediately noticed this anomaly: "It's interesting, you seem to be an ordinary person in this life, but you can ignore the influence of the ghost stairs. Then it seems that you can only live on the third floor."

"You are the owner of the inn, why can't you handle such a small matter?" Li Qingzhi said with a frown, hinting a bit dissatisfied.

"It doesn't matter, I live on the third floor. By the way, I want to pay attention to who is staying in this inn." Zhang Dong stopped him and said.

He has no interest in the fourth floor. After all, Zhang Bohua has already gone up there. There is probably nothing worth paying attention to. On the contrary, the guests of this inn need to pay more attention.

Most of the people who know this inn are ghost masters, and in the last seven days before the opening of the Ghost Festival Ghost Fair, people should be staying there one after another.

So it's more appropriate to stay downstairs.

"You go up and pay attention to the situation in the market. I will stay below." Zhang Dong continued to explain to several people.

Li Qingzhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The footsteps faded away.

The figures of several people quickly disappeared into the darkness at the end of the stairs.

At this time, the paper man at the front desk came behind Zhang Dong at some point and startled him.

"Guest officer, please."

The paper man's voice came out without moving his lips.

There was a sad feeling in the voice, and a bit more cunning. Zhang Dong felt like he was listening to an insidious ghost talking.

After arriving at a room at the end of the third floor, the paper man turned back and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Its legs did not move, and it floated forward a few centimeters above the ground, looking very strange.

Ignoring him, Zhang Dong turned around and entered the room.

(End of this chapter)

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