"It's so vague, but who knows if it's a lie."

"Yes, I've been in the ghost market for so many years, but I've never heard of 'Cleans'. I always feel it's a bit unreliable."

"Let's go, let's buy Shenxing Pills more reliable."

There are also ghosts wearing black cloaks who are slow to move forward in front of Fenghua's rouge shop. They may not want other ghosts to think they are idiots. They lowered their voices and discussed with Fenghua, saying, "Hey, can it be cheaper? Your bottle of 100,000 yuan is too expensive, and we don't know what the effect is. If you are cheaper, I'll buy it and try..."

"The price is fair, and the old man is not allowed to bargain." Fenghua was too lazy to raise his eyelids, and the green and thin fiber pointed at the black wooden sign standing beside him.

That careless attitude seemed to be not afraid that this ghost would turn around and lose a business.

The ghost wearing a black cloak, when he saw Fenghua's attitude, turned out to leave angrily, and cursed unhappily: "Fuck, I'm shameless. You are such a broken thing, and you are so expensive to sell 100,000 coins. Why don't you rob it? I wish you can't sell a bottle..."

All around him were laughing with malicious intentions, ghosts laughed, and sinister energy was infiltrating, "Hehehe..."

The cursing voices and malicious smiles came to Fenghua's ears.

Fenghua's eyes sank, and a beautiful and cold light flashed through the phoenix eyes.

She unscrewed a bottle of fragrant scented with gold-plated liquid, dipped it lightly with her fingertips, and then a light golden light passed through the black-clothed phantoms accurately and immersed in the unclean ghost cloak on her mouth.

But for a moment, the ghost screamed, "My wallet, where is my wallet? Have any of you seen my wallet? That's all my belongings. Who of you stole my wallet? Let me stand up immediately!"

Especially when I noticed that the mark on my storage bag was forcibly erased, my face became particularly ugly!

The ghost shouted.

The unceremonious meaning in his tone made other ghosts unhappy and he ignored him and walked away.

One, ten, hundreds, thousands, thousands... one hundred thousand!

Fenghua opened the newly obtained storage bag, took out the underworld coins inside, and immediately raised his delicate eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, there are still many.

Getting 100,000 is a step further from the hope of entering the evil mirror platform.

The beautiful red lips of the woman under her black cloak were slightly bent.

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For several days, there was no such thing as a lively and fragrant rouge shop...the ghosts visited.

Every day when setting up a stall without an input, it is equivalent to burning ghost coins. Fortunately, nearly 100,000 ghost coins came from the evil ghost, which was enough to make Fenghua squander for a period of time.

She sets up stalls in the ghost market on time every day.

The new face Rouge Shop, when the ghost passed by two days ago, was still curious and stopped and asked a few questions.

Later, the freshness passed and I didn't even stop by.

There are so many things left to describe it.

The old god Fenghua is here, and he sits cross-legged patiently, secretly practicing the "Shura God's Art".

She found that there seemed to be some mysterious power in the field of Ghost Market, and she would achieve twice the result with half the effort when she practiced the "Shura Divine Arts".

Fenghua thought it was worth spending a thousand ghost coins to obtain an excellent place to practice.

She practiced so well and was not worried about the business of Rouge Shop.
Chapter completed!