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

Chapter 68 You Didn’t Lie to Others, But You Lied to Yourself
Although Chang Song's poetry is of average quality, it is still relevant.

When others hear this, they can't help but compare themselves with him, and feel nervous for him and themselves.

Chen Xu paid half his attention to Chang Song and half to the panel data of Shiding Tianshu.

[Current Status: 82% of Talent Awakening]

Ever since entering the ghost market in the painting, the progress of his magical awakening has been constantly increasing.

From the very first moment, it jumped straight to 80%. Although the progress did not jump up significantly after that, it continued to advance bit by bit.

Chen Xu guessed that his innate magical powers might be affected by this ghost market.

Of course, it is also possible that his innate magical powers are related to the characteristics of the Ghost Market, which is why he had such a big reaction after the Ghost Market appeared.

A long bluestone street, with dim paper lanterns.

Under the pale moonlight, Chang Song finished writing the poem, but the entire ghost market seemed to be silent for a moment.

There was no sound, no response, only the pounding heartbeats of the crowd, which seemed to become the death drumbeat in the world of the dead.

In fact, not much time has passed, but the process of waiting for the verdict is often extremely difficult.

Finally, at the other end of the long street, the skeleton ghost sighed softly and vaguely.

"Who would remember this old man if he died of starvation... Although the poem is ordinary, the emotion is very real."

The ghost turned her beautiful face to the side and said, "Please ask your stall owner if he is satisfied with your poem. Is he willing to accept your payment?"

"Old..." A shadow floated behind the stall for a moment, and the vicissitudes of life voice said, "Scholar, you also come from a farming family, right?"

Chang Song said hurriedly, "Yes, my family is from Baping Village, Qingyan County, and we have been farmers for generations. My grandfather was educated and passed the imperial examination."

It's a pity that he passed away so early, and now I have no achievements."

As he spoke, a look of shame appeared on Chang Song's face.

Being a Tongsheng is just the first step in the imperial examination and it cannot be considered as an achievement.

The ghost stall owner said: "You come from a farming family. If you study and become an official, will you stand up for the villagers in the future?

Will you find a way to prevent the people under your rule from starving to death?"

"Of course!" Chang Song immediately raised his head, his tone somewhat excited, "If I didn't want to rule for the people, if I didn't want to fight for my dignity, why would I study?"

"In that case, I'll believe you this time. Don't lie to me..." The stall owner pointed to the gray-white wheat ears on the stall.

The wheat ears swayed and floated up, falling into Chang Song's arms.

Chang Song caught it, but felt it was extremely heavy.

He cried out "Ah" unconsciously, took a step back and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Hee hee hee……"

On both sides of the long street, the floating shadows twisted their bodies again and laughed "hehehe".

"You're not dead, you didn't lie to anyone, but you lied to yourself, hehe..."

When the onlookers saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel anxious and worried.

Did Chang Song's poem pass? Could he survive and escape this ghost market?

As a result, Chang Song did not die, but he was unable to escape from the ghost market.

He was pinned to the ground by the wheat ears. He tried to get up several times but couldn't. He could only sit there with a face full of shame, anger and pain.

The skeleton ghost no longer paid any attention to him. She just turned her eyes and suddenly stretched out her pale hand with distinct joints and pointed at the crowd.

"The second one is you. Sir, what do you want to buy?"

The person chosen turned out to be a young man from a wealthy family in the crowd.

This man was dressed in a brocade robe, a silk ribbon and jade pendants, looking very wealthy.

It was he who first asked Wu Zhengze for help, and it was he who had played the piano in the pavilion, leaning against the beautiful women, so romantic.

After he was chosen by the female ghost, he straightened his clothes, pretended to be calm and walked slowly out of the crowd and came to a stall.

Then, seemingly casually, he extended his finger and selected a rusty copper coin on the stall. "My name is Wei Tang. I'm ordering this coin. I have a hundred taels of silver on me. I'll even burn a mountain of gold and silver for you when I get back..."

"I don't want mountains of gold and silver, nor do I want money from the human world." The shadow behind the stall actually uttered a charming female voice, "I just want a poem. Please write a poem for me, young master."

I still have to write poetry.

Although Chang Songfu bought the wheat ears, he was pinned to the ground and could not move.

But I think this may be because he is not good at writing poems, or perhaps it is because his heart is not sincere enough.

In short, Wei Tang thought, he should not be like Chang Song.

"Excuse me, miss, what poem would you like?"

Wei Tang clasped his fists and bowed, his attitude elegant and free.

"I..." Phantom said in a melancholy voice, "I was originally the daughter of a wealthy family and was spoiled when I was young.

When he was 28, his father's business grew so big that he became the target of a manager in the family of the governor of Shangzhou.

Overnight, my father was thrown into jail for selling counterfeit goods and harming people, my family broke up, and I was sold into a brothel.

The neighbor's mother beat and scolded me, the eunuch bullied me, and I was forced to give up everything.

The benefactors come and go, and the red silk fragrance fades.

Later, a handsome man came to the building and said that he wanted to be with me every day.

He bought me cosmetics, hairpins and jewelry, and I gave him thousands of gold and silver, begging him to redeem me and take me home.

He really redeemed me, and I thought that my suffering would finally pay off.

Unexpectedly, he forgot about me in just a few months. Not only did he forget me, he also gave me as a gift to his good friend as a dancer.

Then, his friends tortured me to death."

The shadow said lightly, "This is how my life has been. You can write any poem you want for me."

Her tone was light, but Wei Tang couldn't help but tremble and his throat tightened as he listened to her slowly recounting her experience.

His previous confidence disappeared at this moment. His mind was empty and he couldn't compose a single poem.

"I know you can't do it," Shadow said, "because you have done similar things to women like me.

Since you can’t write poetry, then just leave an object behind, hehe…”

The moment the laughter started, a cold light suddenly flashed between Wei Tang's legs like lightning.

A water wave-like shield suddenly popped out from Wei Tang's chest, but the cold light ignored the shield and finally a flash of blood appeared.

"Ah!" Wei Tang screamed like a pig being slaughtered and fell to the ground in pain.

The shield that popped out from his chest also burst like a bubble.

Everyone present felt a chill down their spine, and all of them shared a sense of empathy.

Therefore, Chang Song being unable to get up due to being weighed down by the wheat ears was actually a good result.

Wei Tang’s miserable condition truly made people realize that the ghost market is just a ghost market.

You must not think that just because the ghost market is covered with a veil of business, it means that people can shop there freely and come and go as they please.

"Hehehe..." The shadows laughed one after another again.

However, Chen Xu discovered that as Wei Tang was injured, the progress bar of his innate magical power actually jumped forward one level.

[Current Status: 83% of Talent Awakening]

What kind of innate magical power does he have?
Chen Xu had doubts and expectations in his heart. After Wei Tang was injured, the female ghost called out five more people one after another.

Of the five people, two produced poems and three did not.

[Current Status: 86% of Talent Awakening]

(End of this chapter)