"There are not many people now. You can find a place to wait or go for a walk first. From here, it will only take three or four miles to the end." Wu Nuxia said to him, "Without the time there is no one, I will set up a stall to deal with these things first. When there are too many people, I am afraid that I can recognize them and I will sell them to you after selling them."

"Then I'll go for a walk."

"OK!"

Wu Nu Xia casually found an open space, took out the sword he picked up yesterday from his horse, and waved it on the spot.

There was a tall and thin man beside him who covered his face and made a sinister voice: "This lady, it's not you who usually lives here..."

"Shut! No! Nothing! Things!"

Wu Xiaoxia paused word by word, and her chilled eyes made the man shut up.

The Taoist smiled when he saw this. This was the heroine demonstrating the rules here to him.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl beside him. The Taoist walked forward, and the hawking voice of Wu Xiaoxia had already come from behind:

"Bao Sword...

"The best Taoquan treasure sword...

"Tan Xi's sword..."

A man with sour smell beside him blew the fire with a whimper. With the flames as big as beans on Mars, he lit the oil lamp. He held the oil lamp and looked at the Taoist who was walking in front of him and intertwined. When the Taoist walked by, he had already sat down cross-legged, and the oil lamp was placed in front of his stall.

Looking through the glimmer of light, there are some treasure vessels.

With a strong sense of death, it is mostly a funeral object.

The Taoist withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

The hawking of the heroine behind her was also far away.

I have passed by many people along the way. In this ghost market, martial artists in the martial arts world account for only a small part, and more of them are all kinds of people. Few people clearly reveal their own faces like Taoists and girls, and most of them can see only one pair of eyes.

Some people murmured to themselves, talking about the inside story of the palace, the disputes between the court, and the words were things that outside did not dare to speak easily.

The Taoist looked at them, and they also looked at the Taoist.

The Taoist does not care about them, and they do not ask about the Taoist.

It was still early at this time, and there were few vendors and customers. I took advantage of the desertedness to take a look at the crack in the ground.

The stone walls on both sides of the crack are natural, either rough or flat, and the stone layers are deep or shallow, as if they are naturally cracked. However, if there is really a powerful person who uses his great power to tear open the earth, I think the cracked cracks will look like this, so I can't tell the truth or falsehood of the rumors.

However, these stone walls on both sides are so eye-catching.

This crevices are deep and long outside the city. There are countless branches between the main crevices, and the capital is next to them. Except for noon, the sun cannot shine under the sun at other times. Naturally, it is the hiding place for refugees, beggars, illegal people to arrest criminals and even demons.

There are traces they leave everywhere.

Looking at the stone walls on both sides, all kinds of graffiti are left behind in any place that can be portrayed.

There are both murals and texts.

There are also irregular lines.

Judging from the traces, some are left behind hard objects such as stones, and some are carved from sharp objects such as swords and daggers.

The Taoist carried a lantern and a pestle closer to look at it carefully.

Some murals are very simple, outlined by the simplest lines, with the purest primitive emotions. Some murals are very exquisite, carved with various animals, plants and statues of human gods and Buddhas. It can be seen that the author has a very high attainment in carving and painting. I don’t know how these people were so wandering here.

Some are peaceful and peaceful, while others are twisted and wanton.

Some of them are purely just doodles.

The words carved are even more complicated.

Just talking about handwriting, from being ugly to being quite unique, you can find it here.

Looking at the content, there are simple and peaceful narratives, and why the last year and month of the surname and name have fallen into this line of words, and under what circumstances have they written this line of words. There are also curses, scolding parents, enemies, and slandering officials. Corresponding to this are various cursed words, which are filthy. There are also questions, asking God, asking the court, and asking themselves why they are here.

If you pray sincerely, want to get rid of difficulties, or think that you have no cure to save your sins, pray for the gods to forgive you, and pray that you will not harm your family.

There are even poems and articles, and there are many well-written ones.

Before the ghost market was formed, those who had fallen here would have to hide from something if they were either in a down-and-out place. In the darkness, these stone walls on both sides carried their thoughts, emotions and hopes.

The Taoist sometimes lifted the lanterns, sometimes stuck them to the ground, looking at them one by one, as if he could see them at that time.

Time and time are all accumulated in it.

Looking at him is quite touching.

Isn’t this a kind of practice?

I think if this place is still there in a few years, it will become a landscape.

I just don’t know if these murals are still there, whether they can see clearly, and whether future generations can know their age, so as to gain a glimpse of the people who lived here at that time.

The little girl beside her didn't know what he was looking at, and just followed him for a while and then was no longer interested. But she also had her own way of playing. There were scattered stalls on the side of the road, and from time to time there would be something that could arouse her interest. She would walk over, squat down to see, and when the Taoist left, she would immediately chase after him.

Until the time gets late, the place becomes more and more lively.

All kinds of people gather here.

Some people entered the caves chiseled out on both sides of the cracks, and those who had wooden doors opened them one after another. Either they lit lanterns and candles or oil lamps, and there were many more lights in the cracks, and these people also occupied most of the locations beside the stone wall. It would be much harder for the Taoist to get closer to look.

"Empress Sanhua."

The Taoist looked back at the little girl.

The Sanhua Empress squatted in front of a small stall again, and she looked very small.

Interestingly, even a girl who was obviously a few years old could clearly see her innocence and curiosity. These vendors never drove her away, and at most they only stared at her, not knowing what they were thinking.

It's just that this time it's different.

The vendor in front of the Queen Mother Sanhua was a particularly short person. The stall only had a cloth, and there were some small things stole from the tomb. Queen Mother Sanhua did not stare at the stall, but stared at the stall owner. The owner was trembling under her eyes and did not dare to look at her.

"Empress Sanhua."

The Taoist walked over and called out again.

The little girl looked up at him, then stood up, followed him back, and turned around one step or three times.

"I've met a mouse again."

"Everyone said, don't keep staring at others like this."

"The Three Flowers Queen is just looking at it."

"But as a cat god, the Three Flower Empress has the power of the world. Now she has learned to recognize words and has added divine power to the power of the divine power. The mouse is naturally timid and is naturally afraid of cats. The Three Flower Empress will scare people."

"Is it so good to recognize words?"

"Of course." The Taoist whispered, "Look at this world, aren't all the powerful people who know how to read?"

"Yes!"

Mouses are smart by nature and have a large number of them. Many people have attained enlightenment and become spiritual, so it is not uncommon to meet them.

But the demons here are more than that.

As soon as I walked a few steps, I saw a tall figure leading a horse to cover my face with cloth.

“How are you shopping?”

“It’s quite interesting.”

"Are you still shopping?"

"nature."

"Then let's go."

"The heroine is selling very smoothly?"

"Sold at a low price."

As Wu said, he took out a few pieces of silver from his arms, which were probably ten taels. He called the Queen Mother Sanhua, and the girl turned around and saw that the woman had handed the money, she immediately reached out to hold it.

"hey-hey……"

The woman couldn't help but grin.

The Taoist said nothing.

A high-quality sword is very complicated in craftsmanship, not counting other added value, and the quality of the high-quality costs at least a few thousand yuan. If it is as yelled by Wu Nuxia, produced by Taoquan Tanxi, it is even more expensive. Many times, the most expensive property of a martial artist in the world is the weapon in his hands.

However, the weapons in the hands of those people in the martial arts should be more or less used, not brand new, and with some problems, they will naturally have to pay a lot of discounts in a hurry.

This time I went around again, and there were a lot of people.

There are people and ghosts.

What’s funny is that most people coming and going are unwilling to show themselves to their true faces. Many of them are wearing cloaks and hoods. The only face exposed on their bodies is also covered with a hideous and terrifying ghost mask, just pretending to be a ferocious person, while the real demons try their best to pretend to be human.

Interesting and interesting...

The Taoist carried a lantern, not masked, and was carrying a half-person box behind him, and led a very beautiful girl. Walking on the road would also attract a lot of people's attention.

"There are basically only a few kinds of things sold here. One is illegal income, either from stealing, robbery, or from corruption and bribery. The other is things that are not allowed or difficult to sell in the city, such as the blood that comes from the blood of the death row prisoner after beheading, such as the banned books of this dynasty, and the news in the court." Wu Nuxia still explained to him while walking, "There are also things related to demons and ghosts. Of course, no matter which one is, there are real or fake, so you have to distinguish them easily."
To be continued...