From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

Ok?

Jiang She frowned upon hearing this.

That old man, he really hid the incineration technique very well!

Although Jiang She was displeased, he did not show it on his face. He simply raised his hand in a gesture of respect and said:

"I was being nosy."

"No, no."

The old man finished his wine, raised his hand in return, and said, "It's not that I'm unwilling to say more, it's just that people's hearts are treacherous... If you wish to inquire further, you must first grant me a request."

"Oh?"

Jiang She clasped his hands in a salute and said, "I am all ears."

"Alas, this will only make you a laughingstock, young master." The old man sighed, his face full of worry, and said blankly, "Although this old man has an ancestral medicinal formula, I unfortunately have no martial arts skills. Today, the second son of the Zhang family has come seeking me, which is both a blessing and a curse..."

hiss...

Jiang She frowned, secretly thinking to himself that he knew the old man was up to no good after hearing only half of what he said.

"I'm afraid they're referring to that bag of gold beans."

Jiang She observed carefully. Just now... the man who had almost offended the second son of the Zhang family handed the old man the eggplant bag he was carrying to order medicine before leaving. However, he accidentally spilled some of the gold beans from the eggplant bag, which fell to the ground with a crackling sound like brittle jade.

But it wasn't just him.

The surrounding pedestrians and vendors were all clearly visible.

"I'm afraid this will be difficult to handle."

Jiang She was pondering this when the old man's voice rang out again: "Although I am illiterate, I know the principle of not flaunting wealth. That bag of gold beans just now... attracted quite a few sidelong glances. I'm afraid I'm in for a rough time!"

Jiang She quickly spoke up, distancing himself from the old man: "Old man, why are you saying such things to me?!"

"Are you perhaps trying to harm me?"

As he spoke, he took another step back.

Unexpectedly, the old man chased after Jiang She, stepped forward, grasped his hand, and said in a calm voice:

"I'm afraid my lord won't be able to escape today."

As he spoke, he revealed a set of sparse teeth, but tilted his head slightly, glancing around intentionally or unintentionally.

Jiang She followed his gaze.

But all around was deathly silent, and everyone looked away like wolves in a daze, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

"hey-hey!"

The old man smiled and said, "Let me let you know, young man. You and I were talking for quite a while just now. If these people had seen it, they would probably have already seen you as a den of snakes and rats by those with ulterior motives."

Jiang She frowned:

"I never imagined you would implicate me!"

"Hey! What do you mean by implicating us!" the old man said shamelessly. "We should be called 'shared fates'."

Shared joys and sorrows?

Ah!

Jiang She was taken aback, then sneered inwardly, "That's true, after all... I deliberately fell for this old man's trick."

But the result wasn't bad.

Jiang She turned his gaze and secretly glanced around. In an instant, his keen eyes and divine sense shot out like lightning, silently imprinting the people and objects within a ten-foot radius into Jiang She's mind.

"One, two, three, four... a total of more than ten people, all of whom are unranked martial artists."

Jiang She's mind raced, and he meticulously listed the outlines of the figures that appeared in his mind one by one.

However, the opponent's highest value was only "3".

He immediately felt confident.

"These people are easy to deal with, but this old man is troublesome."

Jiang She pondered this, but pretended to be confused. He glared fiercely at the old man and said, "Old man, what are you talking about sharing weal and woe? You've really ruined me! Now you're all comfortable, but I'm caught in the middle."

As he spoke, the old man shook his head. "It's not that I'm making things difficult for you, young master. It's these villains who are waiting for the Ghost Market to close so they can rob you on the way. They're the ones who want to harm you. If they wanted to hurt you, they wouldn't be asking for your opinion like I am."

"..."

Jiang She remained silent. This old man didn't look like much, but the things he occasionally said were quite reasonable.

But Jiang She still pretended to be confused:

"Shameless old man, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Hehe! I don't have any particular thoughts. I just want to invite you, young master, to walk with me for a while."

"What if someone is unwilling?"

"Hehe! That's not up to you, young master."

The old man grinned mischievously, his eyes, hidden under his hood, glancing around intentionally or unintentionally: "There are many people watching here, quite a few. Even if the Ghost Market closes down, you, young man, alone, will probably have difficulty escaping. Perhaps... you could travel with this old man for a while, so that we can look out for each other."

Jiang She frowned: "Why did you choose me?"

The old man suppressed a smile, glanced at the few herbs in front of Jiang She's stall, and said, "So that you may know, young master, these herbs are all used to treat internal injuries of martial artists. Since you are familiar with this, you must be a martial artist who has practiced martial arts for many years."

Alas!

Jiang She shook his head inwardly, thinking to himself, "You've guessed wrong."

He's no warrior.

He is a cultivator!

...

"hey-hey!"

The old man chuckled a few more times, his sly eyes under his hood fixed on Jiang She's straw sandals: "Scholars are poor, warriors are rich; you must understand this principle, young master. If it weren't for this trip, you probably wouldn't even have meat to eat."

Ok?

Jiang She's eyes flickered slightly upon hearing this.

"He's treating me like one of those escorts! The saying goes, 'The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts.' Only those poor disciples from martial arts academies who haven't yet reached the next level would risk working as escorts for a security escort agency to earn money and then spend it all on martial arts training in order to get ahead."

"As expected... changing into these straw sandals before leaving home has somehow made these 'clever' people outsmart themselves!"

So he went along with the old man's words and took the opportunity to back down, saying, "You don't need to say that, I know it myself."

"But I also want to earn a few more with someone."

"Hehe! It's only right that the young master earns a few more!"

Seeing that the matter was settled, the old man smiled lightly and was about to whisper something in someone's ear when he heard a deafening clapper sound in the distance:

"Duang! Duang! Duang!"

"The time has come! The Ghost Market is closing. Those who don't want to die, leave now!"

Rumbling--

Someone shouted, and the crowd scattered like ants in a pot, each clutching their money and goods.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

One by one, the lanterns dimmed, and looking back, the once verdant streets in the distance were gradually plunging into darkness.

"run!"

The old man shouted.

Jiang She's stall wasn't far from the main entrance. As soon as he finished packing up the herbs, he and the old man ran outside together.

The old man discarded a few mouthfuls of the jar, seemingly to reduce the weight so as not to slow down his pace while running.

Not long after, Jiang She emerged from the ghost market, his feet never stopping. He ran while looking back, only to see the thick fog dissipate behind the gate, revealing a dark green, slippery street.

Those jars that the old man threw away were treasured by a passing warrior.

"Ancient medicine..."

"It's that ancient medicine from the clay Bodhisattva!"

"It was me! It was me! I saw it first! You filthy creatures, don't try to fight me!"

The warrior, clutching the medicine jar, stepped back, guarding his food and looking around protectively. Some passersby saw this and tried to snatch it, but when they turned around and saw the darkening streets, they immediately turned around and ran away.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

As the man ran away, the lanterns hanging on the shop signs on both sides went out one by one, their green light extinguished.

The street was dark.

It gradually swallowed up the warrior who was carrying a heavy medicine pot and running at the back.

His body seemed to melt away, falling into the darkness. Darkness spread all over his body, first his ankles, then his calves, thighs, and slowly up his chest and abdomen, turning everything into darkness. When the warrior reached the door, only his head remained, rolling off the darkness from his neck.