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Chapter 69: The Ghost Market Opens, but the Moon Rises

At the ghost market under the moon, ghosts are the stall owners and people are just passers-by.

In this wonderful yet tragic intersection, some people use poetry as money to buy the things they "like".

But ordinary poetry cannot lead people out of the ghost market. The ghosts said, "Human, you are deceiving yourself... Hehehe."

Those who cannot write poetry must sacrifice something from themselves.

Wei Tang suffered a tragic fate, losing part of his foundation from then on.

As for the others, some had broken fingers, some had broken toes, some had lost ears, some had lost eyes...

Some people had their arms broken off, while others, although they did not compose poems or lose anything on their bodies, were still lightly touched by the white-skeletal female ghost from a distance.

Just this little bit, and then the man fell to the ground holding his stomach in pain.

"It hurts, help me..."

The screams often only last for a moment, and soon a bony hand will appear out of nowhere to cover the screaming person.

The shadows laughed: "It's so noisy, too noisy, stop it, shh..."

All the living people felt sad and kept silent.

There is a shadow behind every stall, and every shadow has its own story.

They tell stories, but there are still people alive who don't want to hear them.

Because you can't write a poem after listening to the story, you will be punished if you can't write a poem.

Just like the man who laughed at Chang Song before and then fell in the crowd.

His eyes were red and wide open, and he roared, "I am Feng Xi. I have lived up to my origins and have always been kind to others. When have I ever done evil?
Could it be that the untouchables on the street starved to death and that they would blame me? What have I done wrong?

I don't accept it, Cui Jingxian, it was you who opened this evil barrier, use your methods, rush out with me..."

"Everyone, come with me. Do you really want to die in this damn place?"

Amidst the roar, he pulled out a piece of paper with a small red seal printed on it from his pocket.

"My father is the magistrate of Yunjiang County. He has used his seal here. Which evil spirit dares to offend me? Get lost!"

He roared, charging towards a shadowy stall.

The paper with the small seal emitted a faint golden light under the dim moonlight. A pair of birds with colorful feathers rushed out from the golden light, and their bodies suddenly enlarged, turning into a pair of giant bird shadows that were taller than humans.

The phantom sang a clear song and flapped its wings before roaring towards the dark, unknown space behind the stall.

Naturally, the first to bear the brunt was the shadowy figure standing behind the stall.

Seeing the giant bird enveloping the shadow, the shadow's body swayed and twisted like mist, as if it was about to be torn into nothingness -

On the long street, the skeleton beauty turned her face, looked at the giant bird with her empty skull eye sockets, and sighed softly.

In the pitch-black void, a ferocious giant claw with white bones appeared at some point.

With just a light grab, the giant claw caught the pair of attacking giant birds in its claws.

boom!
The pair of giant birds looked so majestic when flapping their wings that they made the hearts of everyone present boil with excitement.

But when the giant bird fell into the huge bony claws, it was vulnerable.

But in an instant, it was crushed like a bubble with a "bang".

The two giant birds turned into nothingness in mid-air, and the piece of paper with a small red seal in Feng Xi's hand also spontaneously combusted without fire and was burned to ashes in an instant.

Feng Xi screamed and slammed into the stall in front of him.

In an instant, his head was broken and bleeding, his face was crooked and his shoulders were tilted, and his whole body seemed to be broken into pieces and fell to the ground.

"The ghost market is open and the moon hasn't risen yet, so why are you doing this?" The Bone Beauty said quietly.

In the pitch-black void, the giant bone claw silently retreated. Only Feng Xi was left on the ground, screaming in agony. This time, no small bone claw appeared out of thin air to cover his mouth.

The White Bone Beauty continued, "The ghost market won't be open for long. When the moon sets, customers who have bought what they want will naturally leave.

Of course, if a guest like this doesn't buy anything and only wants to destroy the rules of our ghost market,
Then don’t go out.”

The shadows laughed: "Hehe, you stingy bastards who don't buy anything and are just trying to get something for nothing are not allowed to leave."

The audience was silent.

Cui Jingxian huddled in the crowd, forcibly suppressing the fluctuating expression on his face. He quietly withdrew the foot he had just stretched out.

He was glad that he rushed a little slower.

He would not tell anyone or any ghost present that when he heard Feng Xi's words just now, he actually wanted to follow him.

It's just that Feng Xi fell too quickly, and Cui Jingxian didn't even have time to reveal his intentions clearly before he saw Feng Xi's end.

It turns out that everyone who has bought something at the ghost market can leave——

This scope should also include Wei Tang, whose roots were cut off.

After all, although Wei Tang was cut off from the roots, he "bought" the rusty copper coins on the stall.

But Feng Xi will never be able to leave this place again.

Can his father, the county magistrate, save him?

No one knows the answer, and no one dares to follow Feng Xi's example and take a gamble.

Chen Xu looked at the progress bar on his panel: [Current status: 92% of the innate magical power awakening].

With the fall of Feng Xi, his supernatural powers awakened and he took another step forward.

After that, no one tried to rush out.

Some people even took the initiative to go forward and want to buy their "favorite item" from the stall as soon as possible.

After all, the White Bone Ghost said that after the moon sets, people who buy things at the ghost market can leave.

Who knows when the moon will set in this ghost market?
What if the moon sets and I haven't had time to buy anything? Wouldn't I be trapped here like Feng Xi?
The students from Jichuan County were also discussing this, asking Wu Zhengze, "Master, should we also go up and choose something as soon as possible?"

Wu Zhengze said, "That's right, Mo Chuan. After all, you have the title of scholar, so you go first."

Wang Mochuan took the order and immediately went to a stall and selected an item.

Then he listened to the stall owner's story and composed a poem on the spot.

Fortunately, Wang Mochuan has a good talent for poetry. Although he has not been able to produce any extraordinary masterpieces that can make clouds and mist come alive on paper, his poems are still of ordinary quality.

But when Wang Mochuan took the ball of "silk thread" he had chosen, he was also pressed in place by the silk thread.

However, unlike Chang Song who was directly pressed to the ground, Wang Mochuan was suppressed but was standing.

After all, he has cultivated his energy in his belly, and has both fame and cultivation, so naturally he is not the same as ordinary people.

Next, Wu Zhengze urged the Jichuan students to go forward at the same time. It turned out that they could actually shop at the ghost market at the same time.

Of course, this is easy to understand.

There is no market that does not allow multiple stalls to do business at the same time. If it is not allowed, can it still be called a market?
At that moment, not only the students from Jichuan came forward, but several people from Qingyan County also followed, as did the people who were originally in the Ten-Li Pavilion.

Including Cui Jingxian, he quickly walked forward, chose a stall and started talking to the stall owner.

For a moment, the entire ghost market was bustling with activity, and it actually looked like a lively market.

Chen Xu saw that the progress indicator on his panel changed to [99% in the process of awakening the innate magical power]. After that, the progress stagnated and it seemed that nothing was moving at all.

His heart moved slightly, and without delay, he went forward and chose a stall.

(End of this chapter)