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Chapter 131 Ghosts scare ghosts, scare ghosts to death

Thirty miles outside Yunjiang City, Chen Xu stepped onto a small path to the left.

The sunlight on the horizon seemed to have been veiled by a layer of dimness, giving it the appearance of dusk even though it was not sunset.

At the other end of the path, the mountains gradually rise.

The trees began to grow denser, and a faint, misty fog emanated from them.

As Chen Xu climbed the mountain, he glanced back and discovered that the path he had taken was now shrouded in mist.

Further away, the outlines of the fields and farms looked like a painting.

Like an ancient painting rendered in the sunset, the scene reflects the mist and deep forest, making everything seem dreamlike and ethereal.

They knew neither what was human nor what was a ghost cave.

Chen Xu maintained his "ghost" form, but his mind remained calm and clear.

The primordial Qi flowed silently within his body, enabling him to perceive the universe at all times.

He drifted towards the direction filled with ghostly energy, and gradually, the picturesque human world in the distance seemed to completely disappear.

In the misty forest, only a cold, orange sun hangs obliquely in the sky, casting a sliver of light through the dense branches of the locust trees.

How deep is the locust tree forest?

Chen Xu didn't know, but he was very patient.

He kept drifting inward, like a little imp driven by instinct, drawn by the dense ghostly aura.

As we venture deeper and deeper, we want to go even deeper, even further...

Suddenly, the faint sounds of laughter and chatter could be heard coming from the mist ahead.

There were also voices clapping and cheering: "Good, excellent! Old Cai, your flying head technique has improved again."

boom--

The commotion in the mist had barely begun when the whistling sound arrived.

As Chen Xu drifted along, he suddenly saw a "round ball" burst out of the deep forest and rush straight toward him.

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but the moment he saw the "sphere" clearly, he changed his mind.

Just as the "sphere" was about to crash into his chest, he heard a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

In a flash, Chen Xu seemingly casually reached out his hand.

"Ouch! I bumped into you! Where did this little brat come from..."

Before the scream had even faded, Chen Xu grabbed "Round Ball's" messy hair bun with one hand.

So this wasn't a "round ball" at all! It was clearly a grayish-blue ghost head!
The ghost head opened its ghost eyes and met Chen Xu's eyes.

Before Chen Xu could react, the ghost head let out another scream: "Ah! The ugly ghost is grabbing the old ghost! Ghosts scare ghosts to death! Let me go..."

The screams shook the branches of the surrounding locust trees, letting in glimpses of twilight light.

Chen Xu loosened his grip, and the ghost head instantly broke free, flying back into the depths of the dense forest.

Chen Xu immediately followed, and after passing through another layer of thick fog, he saw a wide-open space ahead.

But then, in the locust grove, bathed in the setting sun, a large clearing appeared.

Around the open space, there were many stalls set up haphazardly, with ghosts of various shapes and sizes either guarding the stalls or crowding in the middle of the open space, laughing and shouting, creating quite a lively scene.

One of the most conspicuous stalls had a dark red wine sign hanging in front of it, and a dilapidated shed.

There were three or five sets of tables and chairs under the shed, but now those tables and chairs are filled with ghosts.

There's actually a ghost market hidden in the locust tree forest of Pufeng Mountain?
As soon as Chen Xu stepped in, almost all the ghosts in the ghost market turned their gazes toward him.

Especially the old ghost in the very center of the open space, holding a severed head under its arm, screamed shrilly as soon as it saw Chen Xu:

"Ugly ghost! You scared me to death, Old Cai! Where did you come from? What trouble have you gotten yourself into Pufeng Mountain?"

Chen Xu realized that there was a lot of information in the other person's question, so he pretended to be stunned and asked in return, "Me, where am I ugly?"

"You're not ugly?" Old Cai's head flew up angrily, spinning wildly around his body, screaming repeatedly. "You're not ugly? You're not ugly, but you've scared my head so much that it can't be put back in..."

For some reason, this statement was funny, and before the words had even finished, a series of bursts of laughter erupted throughout the ghost market.

"Old Cai, I was just saying your flying head technique has improved, but now you can't put your head back on. What are you going to do?"

"If I can't put it back, I can't put it back. My intestines are all spilling out, I'm not in a hurry to put them back."

"Yes, my hands and feet are all separate, so I'm not in a hurry to put them back together."

"Hee hee hee……"

The ghosts swaggered and laughed, occasionally interspersed with words of business and buying among themselves.

Such as: "Fresh heart and liver, bled clean, pure and whole, yet you can't bear to part with them for just ten years of your lifespan?"

Or: "You dare to compare your suffering with mine? Do you even have as much suffering as I do? My entire family was killed by bandits, not a single one of them was spared, not even my infant child..."

"Ha, being killed your whole family is considered suffering? At least you were killed quickly and painlessly."

Do you know how I died?
That year, a sudden flood struck Guang'an Prefecture, washing away my house, fields, and belongings. The government didn't offer any disaster relief; instead, they repeatedly killed the people who were repairing the river embankment.

They also said they were going to catch some water demon and kill it as a sacrifice to the heavens.

Hey, what's the point of killing them?

They killed those people and didn't even give us a bite to eat. We're starving.

After the flood, there was nothing left in the world except endless mud and sand.

We were hungry, tired, and sick, and we wanted to escape but didn't know where to go.

We had only heard that the officials in Yunjiang Prefecture were good and the people were doing alright, so we followed a group of people to Yunjiang Prefecture without really understanding what was going on.

I don't know how many days we ran around, but we still hadn't even reached Yunjiang Prefecture. That night, my mother cried to me all night long.

The next day, my mother disappeared, but my father had someone tied up in his arms.

That was someone else's mother; my father killed her with a single stroke.

He said that if we cut this one down, we'll have meat to eat.

Yes, if we kill someone else's mother, we'll get meat to eat, but what about my mother?
I grabbed the knife and rushed into the dilapidated house by the roadside, but I was too late; my mother had already been killed.

In the end, I was unable to avenge my mother, nor did I get to eat a single piece of meat.

I was surrounded by those guarding the chopping board and chopped up too.

After I finished chopping, I went into that pot too. Sigh…

The ghost, its body completely white, sighed softly and looked around.

The bustling ghost market had fallen silent at some point, with pieces of flesh and bone laid out on the stalls in front of the pale, ghostly figures.

It wiped away non-existent tears and burst into loud sobs: "Who among you is more miserable than me? Who is more miserable than me!"

The ghosts immediately burst into another bout of weeping and wailing.

A cold wind howled, and the sun shone coldly.

After observing for a while, Chen Xu finally understood that all the ghosts entering the Ghost Market had to first "compete in misery".

After experiencing the most miserable moments, one can join the Ghost Market of Pufeng Mountain.

Those ghosts who have experienced particularly tragic events can still enter a tavern and get a free cup of cloudy wine.

A cup of turbid wine can be as effective as three months of arduous practice.

When a new ghost arrives, he must first tell his grievances and then drink a cup of wine.

After the ghosts finished crying, all eyes turned to Chen Xu once again.

Holding his own head, Cai Laozhuang tilted his head and asked Chen Xu in a low voice, "Ugly ghost, what about you?"

(End of this chapter)