Start a Ship, Pick up Corpses and Be the Queen of the Dead

Without a word all night, Qin Xuan slept very sweetly.

At dawn, Qin Xuan got up, covered Queen Jingjue with a quilt, and walked out of the room.

On the boat, Queen Frost was sitting cross-legged on the deck, seemingly practicing.

Maybe I just discovered a treasure box against the sky last night, and now the little Suzaku is very keen on treasure hunting.

At this moment, she is turning into a ball of light and soaring on the sea, as if looking forward to meeting Qibao again.

"My lord, so early today?"

Seeing Qin Xuan wake up so early, Queen Frost woke up from her practice and asked curiously.

"Well, I have business to do today."

"And it's about to start."

Qin Xuan opened his mouth and then asked, "How is your cultivation?"

"It's too different from magic."

"It's hard to get used to it for a while."

The Queen of Frost, Yaoyao, stood up.

The 1.8-meter-old sister's figure makes her seem to have a sense of oppression.

"Take your time, it will be much better after you have the transfer pill."

Qin Xuan comforted.

The transformation of cultivation pills does have a miraculous effect, allowing people to quickly adapt to and master the cultivation system of this world.

"Um!"

The Frost Queen nodded.

At this moment, Qin Xuan had already taken out the half-crying half-smile mask that he had put away, and gently brought it to his face.

For a time, he became associated with a mysterious space.

"Is this my other golden finger?"

Qin Xuan had a curious thought.

He definitely thinks it is.

However, he is very curious, why can this ability be brushed out of this mask?

Could it be that the owner of this mask once also traveled to the ghost city through this mask.

"So, is the owner of this mask still alive?"

Qin Xuan is very curious.

"Om..."

It didn't take long for Qin Xuan to feel that the gate of the ghost city finally opened.

"Enter……"

Having the experience of entering for the first time, Qin Xuan thought to himself as the gates of the ghost city opened.

In an instant, his figure disappeared directly.

Huh?

The Frost Queen was amazed, Qin Xuan disappeared right in front of her eyes, and disappeared without a sound.

But with Qin Xuan's previous explanation, she didn't panic.

"What a mysterious master..."

The Frost Queen murmured.

...

At this moment, Qin Xuan has appeared in a mysterious and strange place.

Incomparably dark, there is a kind of gloomy atmosphere.

Call it a ghost city, it is better to say it is a street, which is extremely long and seems to have no end.

The streets are long and incomparably wide, with endless rows of ancient cities on both sides.

The ancient city towers into the sky, and Qin Xuan can't see the top floor of the ancient city when he looks up anyway.

The ancient city was pitch black, without any light spots.

As if this is a dead city, or a ghost town.

However, according to Qin Xuan's information.

Ghost cities are inhabited by living beings.

It's just that when the ghost city opens, they stay behind closed doors.

Qin Xuan was very curious about this.

"Isn't it that for them, we from the heavens are underworld creatures?"

"If so, what kind of creatures should they be?"

Qin Xuan was extremely curious.

Although the ghost market has just begun.

However, there are already countless people here.

To be precise, it is a living creature, not all those who come here are humanoids.

All creatures wear masks, and no one can see who.

Lots of people, but very quiet.

No one speaks.

Even the communication is very quiet.

Many people chose to sit on both sides of the street and put the two treasures they brought in front of them, without shouting, just waiting for the buyer to come forward and question them.

Some people also choose to hang out, pick out their favorite treasures, and ask for prices.

Here, everyone can be a seller or a buyer.

In exchange for things, true and false, all rely on punching.

However, Qin Xuan feels that most of the treasures here are real treasures.

And these treasures, in their respective worlds, should be some treasures that cannot be found.

Qin Xuan did not choose to set up a stall, but chose to hang out.

He came to hunt for treasure, not to sell treasure.

"These treasures are all from the heavens and the world, and they are all different. I am afraid that it is difficult for me to distinguish the true and false..."

After seeing several treasures, Qin Xuan shook his head secretly.

For the time being, nothing moved him.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Qin Xuan felt his bright spring tremble slightly, and he felt as if someone was looking down on him.

He looked up and saw nothing.

"Ong!"

Between frowns, Mingquan sprayed the power of the years on his own, and his eyes seemed to be wearing the void in an instant.

Qin Xuan's heart trembled as if he saw something.

"Master of the mask!!?"

Qin Xuan was horrified.

A woman, white in plain snow, peerless youth, blue silk fluttering, but wearing a mask on her face.

It was almost identical to the mask on his face.

At this moment, she seems to be sitting on the top of the river of time, looking down at Qin Xuan.

After a long time, the woman withdrew her eyes, and the image Qin Xuan perceived disappeared instantly.

"call……"

Qin Xuan, who had regained his senses, found that his back was covered in sweat, and he couldn't help letting out a heavy breath.

"Someone can watch me through the long river of time..."

"What terrifying power is this?"

"I'm afraid Xiandu can't do this, right?"

"Who is that woman? The owner of the mask?"

Qin Xuan's heart was already turbulent. *