Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 244 Crispy Fried Daoist Soldiers, Fragrant and Delicious

The oil-fried food market is quite interesting.

Chen Xu rewarded the tray ghost with two Crimson Pills, and then released the Mud Pill Dao Soldier, ordering him to carry a bundle connecting to the Xuanming Ruins on his back.

Finally, using the Netherworld Unending Divine Power, the Mud Pill Dao Soldier followed the Tray Ghost into the Oil Pot Ghost Market.

Chen Xu himself, along with Xiaoshu and Wei Yuan, continued down the mountain.

The appearance of the Mudball Dao Soldier made the Tray Ghost even more respectful to Chen Xu. This kind of puppet technique is not particularly rare, but to use it as exquisitely as Chen Xu is rare in the world.

What the tray ghost didn't know was that Chen Xu's Niwan Dao soldiers had the potential to grow.

Its power itself would increase as Chen Xu's strength grew, which is why the tray ghost could feel an extraordinary spirituality and divinity in the mud pill soldier.

However, the initial material of the Niwan Daobing was still too low-grade.

For this weapon to continue to grow, new spiritual materials must be added, and it must be refined a second, third, or even more times.

As for which new spiritual materials to add, Chen Xu does not yet have a clear target.

Sometimes these things depend on chance and require patience.

The tiny Mudball Taoist soldier, holding a long spear, followed the Tray Ghost into the Ghost Market like an exquisitely crafted statue.

The moonlight shone on both the human world and the underworld. Chen Xu was in the human world, but his thoughts penetrated the barrier between life and death, and he followed the Dao soldiers into the underworld.

He was actually multitasking.

This feeling is very strange.

The world of the dead seems to be right before my eyes, yet it is not.

He led the mouse and Wei Yuan across the human world, while the Mudball Dao Soldier and the Tray Ghost traversed the path of the underworld.

These two roads seem to overlap, yet they also appear to exist in two distinct spaces, one above the other.

Chen Xu has always believed that the netherworld and the human world are essentially one.

Now, having experienced this wonderful duality of mind, he has gained a more accurate understanding of the world.

The underworld and the mortal realm are said to be one entity, but in reality, they are divided into two levels, upper and lower.

The human world is at the upper level, while the underworld is like an overlay layer of the human world, half real and half unreal, located at the lower level.

Therefore, a barrier exists between the two realms.

If we compare the underworld to an overlay, then the human world is the background color of that overlay.

Therefore, they are both barriers and a unified whole.

It sounds complicated and convoluted, but in reality, once you can see through it, it's actually quite complicated.

Chen Xu silently comprehended the technique, feeling that his mastery of the "Netherworld" supernatural power had become even more refined.

He had a wonderful feeling, as if he were solving a problem. This thrill of unraveling the puzzle made him want to delve deeper whenever he thought about it; it was a truly captivating experience.

Until Little Mouse Shi popped out of his sleeve again, peeking out his little head from the cuff and saying:

"Scholar, the Taoist soldier has disappeared, and the ghost is gone too. Why did you release the Taoist soldier and send him to the ghost market to do business with that ghost?"

Do you also want the ghostly energy from the Ghost Market?

Chen Xu walked down the mountain path under the moonlight.

He arrived at the foot of the mountain, only to see more mountains beyond mountains, with villages in the distance at the foot of the undulating mountains.

It can truly be said that every mountain has trees, every tree has a village, every village has a road, and every road has mountains...

How can ordinary people possibly get out of these mountains?

Chen Xu replied to the mouse leisurely, "I want the ghost magic energy ball, and I also like doing business."

"You like doing business?" The little mouse blinked its big eyes, tilted its head and said, "Doing business seems very interesting, I want to like it too!" Chen Xu smiled.

He doesn't actually enjoy doing business.
It's just teasing the mouse.

Meanwhile, in the underworld unseen by Ashi and Weiyuan, Daobing and the Tray Ghost had already arrived in front of the Oil Pot Ghost Market.

A huge oil cauldron was set up in front of the tall ghost market archway. The ghosts jumped into the cauldron one after another, and a sizzling sound could be heard. Some ghosts screamed and jumped out of the cauldron in a panic.

"Ouch! It's so hot! It hurts so much! I'm not frying anymore, or the bones will get mushy!"

The oil in the pot boiled, and ghosts jumped in one by one, only to jump out in a panic one by one.

Some of those who stayed in the frying shop for a long time received a large amount of "ghost coins" falling from the sky, and they were all smiles.

Some couldn't withstand the explosion and scrambled out in a panic, not only losing a few ghost coins but also getting ridiculed.

Just as the tray ghost had said, several gambling tables were open next to the oil cauldron, and the ghosts were gambling enthusiastically.

Following Chen Xu's previous instructions, the tray ghost took out a sum of ghost coins he had secretly hoarded, worth a hundred taels of ghost silver, and bet that the Taoist soldier could survive in the boiling oil for more than a quarter of an hour.

Those who finish in more than 15 minutes are considered the best.

Those who dare to bet on the top spot, with their initial capital of one hundred taels, will lose a thousand taels of ghost silver if they lose, and will also win a thousand taels of ghost silver if they win.

At this moment, the "tray ghost" is arguing with several old ghosts who are running the betting odds.

An old ghost, trying to provoke the tray ghost, said in a sinister tone, "Oh, you're betting big! Aren't you worried about losing it all? I wonder if you'll even be worth a thousand taels of ghost silver if I tear you apart?"

The tray-shaped ghost, its mouth wide open, snorted and said:
"Someone will lose? I think you lot are the ones who really need to be careful. Don't end up not being able to pay out a thousand taels of silver and then getting fried into a crispy mess in this oil pot!"

The oil cauldron in front of the Ghost Market archway is also a mysterious object.

Anyone who sets up a betting pool next to this oil vat, whether they are the bookmaker or a gambler, must abide by the pre-determined betting rules.

Anyone who dares to disobey will be instantly sucked into the oil fryer and blown to death.

To date, no troublemaker has escaped the punishment of being boiled in oil.

This is also one of the unique features of the oil pot ghost market.

In this netherworld, any ghost market that can exist for a long time must have its own rules.

Therefore, the stock market maniac and the few seasoned investors were now exchanging insults at each other, engaging in a childish verbal battle.

"You, humph, then let's wait and see how things unfold!"

"Fine, I'll wait. Just you wait..."

Hey, Daobing jumped into the oil pot.

Sizzle! Suddenly, a rich aroma wafted out – the wonderful fragrance that comes from the combination of pastries and hot oil!
Rich, strong, and fragrant with oil.

The aroma of the food instantly evoked all the memories of taste that the ghosts nearby had of their own.

No, there are many ghosts who had never even tasted such a pungent fried food in their lives.

They didn't even know what this strong fragrance was called; all they knew was that they were almost overwhelmed by it.

A gaunt old ghost, who was arguing with the tray ghost, suddenly opened his mouth, and saliva flowed down like a stream.

"It smells so good! Tsk, how... how can it smell so good?"

"Where is this fragrance coming from? How can there be such a fragrant thing in the world? I really want to eat it, *gulp*..."

That was the sound of swallowing.

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