Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss
Chapter 42 Ghost City
Chapter 42 Ghost City
Zhai Jinzu carefully recalled the last time the ghost market opened, and determined that it was around Youshi.
It was still early, so Jiang Fuyuan decided to go to the street to buy some things.
Huang Shuxun said politely: "Xiangu, just tell me what you want and send people to buy it."
Jiang Fuyuan shook his head and refused: "I want to buy gold and silver paper. They can't tell the quality, so I have to look at it myself to feel at ease."
"Gold and silver paper? Why did you buy that?"
Jiang Fuyuan looked like she was mentally retarded: "It's easy to pay by stacking ingots."
Is it free to buy things in the ghost market?Have you ever heard that money can make the world go round?
Huang Shuxun:......
Arriving at the busiest street in Bozhou, Jiang Fuyuan went straight to the largest coffin shop.
There was 100 taels of silver notes that Huang Shuxun had paid in advance in her purse. She walked in confidently and shouted to the store: "Bring me the best gold and silver paper you have here."
The coffin shop deals with dead people, and all the customers who come here have sad faces or are crying. This is the first time the shop owner has seen such energetic customers.
He asked in surprise: "How much do you want?"
Jiang Fuyuan patted his bulging pocket: "Take as much as you have."
Looking around at the various paper bundles, she thought about it and asked Xiaopang: "Look at what you want. I bought them all today."
Anyway, it is the prefect’s wife who pays the bill, and the wool will become white if it is not gathered.
Looking at the red and green paper figures and horses, the fat little face turned pale and his head shook like a rattle.
It’s true that he wants beautiful clothes, but forget about these paper figures wearing beautiful clothes. There are two big red spots on the white paper. They look ugly, gloomy, and weird... ah no, they’re weird. , he was afraid.
Seeing that Xiaopang really didn't want it, Jiang Fuyuan gave up the idea of burning some paper for him, and finally returned to the government office with only two large piles of gold and silver paper of good quality.
After returning home, she plunged into the paper pile and started working. Zhai Jinzu asked curiously: "Xiangu, what are you doing?"
Jiang Fuyuan didn't even raise her head: "Stack the ingots."
"What are you doing stacking ingots for?"
"Burn our flowers tonight."
Zhai Jinzu was shocked: "I want to go tonight too?!"
Jiang Fuyuan glanced up at him and said, "Of course, if you don't go, who will be the bait?"
Zhai Jinzu: ...There is no need for him to ask!
Woo hoo hoo, the shocked Bozhou prefect decided to immediately seek psychological comfort from his dear wife.
----
At three o'clock in the hour, Qingsha Lane in Bozhou City.
Huang Shuxun is a century-old monster and is not suitable to appear in the ghost market as it can easily cause disturbances, so she asks herself to look after the children at home.
Jiang Fuyuan and Zhai Jinzu were standing at the entrance of the night market. The market in front of them was brightly lit, and the stalls set up were filled with a wide variety of products, selling everything. The pedestrians coming and going all looked normal, no different from an ordinary night market.
Zhai Jinzu couldn't help but turned around and asked Jiang Fuyuan: "Xiangu, is this really a ghost market?"
Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyebrows and winked at Xiaopang.
Xiaopang immediately understood the idea, floated behind Zhai Jinzu, and whispered behind his ear: "Zhai~Jin~zu~"
Zhai Jinzu felt a cool breeze on the back of his head, as if someone was calling him, and couldn't help but look back.
At this glance, Xiaopang seized the opportunity and reached out to pat his left shoulder, extinguishing one of his three fires.
A pale grimace suddenly appeared in front of Zhai Jinzu:! ! !
The fat man grinned: "Hello, Prefect Zhai." The grin was so wide that his long tongue fell out with a click.
Zhai Jinzu, who closed his eyes tightly and tried to deceive himself that nothing had happened, frantically shouted for help in his heart: ...Madam!Madam, where are you?Madam, save me!
It was a pity that Huang Shuxun, who was far away in the government office with her children, could not hear his cry. The Bozhou magistrate, who had lost his wife to rely on, could only tremble like a poor little quail.
Jiang Fuyuan comforted him: "Don't be afraid, he is one of our own, oh no, he is his own ghost, we will move the wallet next."
Before coming to Qingsha Lane, Jiang Fuyuan burned all the folded ingots to Xiaopang in one breath. Now Xiaopang should be considered rich in the ghost world.
She glanced at the market again and continued to comfort Zhai Jinzu: "Besides, Xiao Pang's appearance should be one of the best in this ghost market. It will be very honorable for such a handsome ghost to follow us."
Zhai Jinzu: ...Thank you, I was not comforted.
But the matter has come to this, and for the sake of his wife and children, he has no other choice but to face all this.
Zhai Jinzu, who had prepared himself mentally, took a deep breath and opened his right eye.
The little fat man who had already rolled his tongue and stuffed it back into his mouth only smiled restrainedly this time.
Great, this looks more normal.
Zhai Jinzu forced out a stiff smile: "Hello..."
After saying hello to Xiaopang, he quickly turned around, but what he saw made him want to faint again.
I saw all the passers-by turned into ghosts with different looks, including headsless, missing arms...
The dazzling array of products on the stalls have also changed into various weird shapes, most of which are in the form of funerary objects, and the food sold has turned into a thick soup with green bubbles...
Before he could roll his eyes, Jiang Fuyuan took out a talisman and slapped it on his back vest.
"This is a soul talisman. If we put it on, they won't be able to tell that we are human."
Jiang Fuyuan encouraged: "Think about your wife and your children. You don't want them to become orphans and widowed mothers and be bullied in the future, right?"
Although with Huang Shuxun's behavior, it is not certain who will bully whom in the future.
This move was obviously very effective for Zhai Jinzu. Thinking of his wife and children, he gritted his teeth and actually felt a bit heroic.
With a pinch on his neck, he said in a deep voice: "Xiangu is right, it's important to find the thief."
But the ghost market was bigger than expected, so Zhai Jinzu could only muster up the courage to lead the way, scanning the faces of different ghosts in an attempt to find the ghost in his memory.
Jiang Fuyuan and Xiaopang were not in a hurry as they followed him. They glanced at the stalls, and from time to time they saw novel things and wanted to buy a few.
After a while, the little fat man had a lot of things in his hands, including dishes and cooking utensils from various dynasties, axes, axes, hooks and halberds buried with him. They even asked a calligrapher and painter who had been dead for a long time to buy a landscape painting with ink splashed on the spot.
Zhai Jinzu, who was reduced to a companion, has become numb and has seen too many ghost faces. Now he can see all kinds of ghosts without any disturbance.
After wandering through most of the ghost market, he still didn't see the ghost he wanted to meet. Zhai Jinzu sighed and looked at Jiang Fuyuan and said, "Xiangu, do you think he won't be here, or he didn't show up at the stall tonight or something..."
Before Jiang Fuyuan had time to answer, a clear male voice sounded from behind them.
"I wonder who you are looking for? Maybe Xiaodao can help."
The two of them turned to look at the same time, and saw three young men standing in the middle of the street.
The one who spoke was the leader of the three. He was wearing a blue robe with gold edges and a white lining with dark patterns and crescent moon. The collar was very open, and the vague collarbone could be seen. He was holding an ivory whisk in his hand. Her hair was tied up, but there were three pigtails behind her left and right ears. The whole look was nondescript and unethical.
Fortunately, his face was extremely handsome, which made him look very charming despite his strange attire.
Seeing that the two people didn't answer, the young man who called himself Xiaodao smiled and said again: "People come to the ghost market to look for them, so they are ghosts, right? It's quite novel to see people in the ghost market."
Jiang Fuyuan looked him up and down and asked with confusion, "Are you not a human being?"
(End of this chapter)
Zhai Jinzu carefully recalled the last time the ghost market opened, and determined that it was around Youshi.
It was still early, so Jiang Fuyuan decided to go to the street to buy some things.
Huang Shuxun said politely: "Xiangu, just tell me what you want and send people to buy it."
Jiang Fuyuan shook his head and refused: "I want to buy gold and silver paper. They can't tell the quality, so I have to look at it myself to feel at ease."
"Gold and silver paper? Why did you buy that?"
Jiang Fuyuan looked like she was mentally retarded: "It's easy to pay by stacking ingots."
Is it free to buy things in the ghost market?Have you ever heard that money can make the world go round?
Huang Shuxun:......
Arriving at the busiest street in Bozhou, Jiang Fuyuan went straight to the largest coffin shop.
There was 100 taels of silver notes that Huang Shuxun had paid in advance in her purse. She walked in confidently and shouted to the store: "Bring me the best gold and silver paper you have here."
The coffin shop deals with dead people, and all the customers who come here have sad faces or are crying. This is the first time the shop owner has seen such energetic customers.
He asked in surprise: "How much do you want?"
Jiang Fuyuan patted his bulging pocket: "Take as much as you have."
Looking around at the various paper bundles, she thought about it and asked Xiaopang: "Look at what you want. I bought them all today."
Anyway, it is the prefect’s wife who pays the bill, and the wool will become white if it is not gathered.
Looking at the red and green paper figures and horses, the fat little face turned pale and his head shook like a rattle.
It’s true that he wants beautiful clothes, but forget about these paper figures wearing beautiful clothes. There are two big red spots on the white paper. They look ugly, gloomy, and weird... ah no, they’re weird. , he was afraid.
Seeing that Xiaopang really didn't want it, Jiang Fuyuan gave up the idea of burning some paper for him, and finally returned to the government office with only two large piles of gold and silver paper of good quality.
After returning home, she plunged into the paper pile and started working. Zhai Jinzu asked curiously: "Xiangu, what are you doing?"
Jiang Fuyuan didn't even raise her head: "Stack the ingots."
"What are you doing stacking ingots for?"
"Burn our flowers tonight."
Zhai Jinzu was shocked: "I want to go tonight too?!"
Jiang Fuyuan glanced up at him and said, "Of course, if you don't go, who will be the bait?"
Zhai Jinzu: ...There is no need for him to ask!
Woo hoo hoo, the shocked Bozhou prefect decided to immediately seek psychological comfort from his dear wife.
----
At three o'clock in the hour, Qingsha Lane in Bozhou City.
Huang Shuxun is a century-old monster and is not suitable to appear in the ghost market as it can easily cause disturbances, so she asks herself to look after the children at home.
Jiang Fuyuan and Zhai Jinzu were standing at the entrance of the night market. The market in front of them was brightly lit, and the stalls set up were filled with a wide variety of products, selling everything. The pedestrians coming and going all looked normal, no different from an ordinary night market.
Zhai Jinzu couldn't help but turned around and asked Jiang Fuyuan: "Xiangu, is this really a ghost market?"
Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyebrows and winked at Xiaopang.
Xiaopang immediately understood the idea, floated behind Zhai Jinzu, and whispered behind his ear: "Zhai~Jin~zu~"
Zhai Jinzu felt a cool breeze on the back of his head, as if someone was calling him, and couldn't help but look back.
At this glance, Xiaopang seized the opportunity and reached out to pat his left shoulder, extinguishing one of his three fires.
A pale grimace suddenly appeared in front of Zhai Jinzu:! ! !
The fat man grinned: "Hello, Prefect Zhai." The grin was so wide that his long tongue fell out with a click.
Zhai Jinzu, who closed his eyes tightly and tried to deceive himself that nothing had happened, frantically shouted for help in his heart: ...Madam!Madam, where are you?Madam, save me!
It was a pity that Huang Shuxun, who was far away in the government office with her children, could not hear his cry. The Bozhou magistrate, who had lost his wife to rely on, could only tremble like a poor little quail.
Jiang Fuyuan comforted him: "Don't be afraid, he is one of our own, oh no, he is his own ghost, we will move the wallet next."
Before coming to Qingsha Lane, Jiang Fuyuan burned all the folded ingots to Xiaopang in one breath. Now Xiaopang should be considered rich in the ghost world.
She glanced at the market again and continued to comfort Zhai Jinzu: "Besides, Xiao Pang's appearance should be one of the best in this ghost market. It will be very honorable for such a handsome ghost to follow us."
Zhai Jinzu: ...Thank you, I was not comforted.
But the matter has come to this, and for the sake of his wife and children, he has no other choice but to face all this.
Zhai Jinzu, who had prepared himself mentally, took a deep breath and opened his right eye.
The little fat man who had already rolled his tongue and stuffed it back into his mouth only smiled restrainedly this time.
Great, this looks more normal.
Zhai Jinzu forced out a stiff smile: "Hello..."
After saying hello to Xiaopang, he quickly turned around, but what he saw made him want to faint again.
I saw all the passers-by turned into ghosts with different looks, including headsless, missing arms...
The dazzling array of products on the stalls have also changed into various weird shapes, most of which are in the form of funerary objects, and the food sold has turned into a thick soup with green bubbles...
Before he could roll his eyes, Jiang Fuyuan took out a talisman and slapped it on his back vest.
"This is a soul talisman. If we put it on, they won't be able to tell that we are human."
Jiang Fuyuan encouraged: "Think about your wife and your children. You don't want them to become orphans and widowed mothers and be bullied in the future, right?"
Although with Huang Shuxun's behavior, it is not certain who will bully whom in the future.
This move was obviously very effective for Zhai Jinzu. Thinking of his wife and children, he gritted his teeth and actually felt a bit heroic.
With a pinch on his neck, he said in a deep voice: "Xiangu is right, it's important to find the thief."
But the ghost market was bigger than expected, so Zhai Jinzu could only muster up the courage to lead the way, scanning the faces of different ghosts in an attempt to find the ghost in his memory.
Jiang Fuyuan and Xiaopang were not in a hurry as they followed him. They glanced at the stalls, and from time to time they saw novel things and wanted to buy a few.
After a while, the little fat man had a lot of things in his hands, including dishes and cooking utensils from various dynasties, axes, axes, hooks and halberds buried with him. They even asked a calligrapher and painter who had been dead for a long time to buy a landscape painting with ink splashed on the spot.
Zhai Jinzu, who was reduced to a companion, has become numb and has seen too many ghost faces. Now he can see all kinds of ghosts without any disturbance.
After wandering through most of the ghost market, he still didn't see the ghost he wanted to meet. Zhai Jinzu sighed and looked at Jiang Fuyuan and said, "Xiangu, do you think he won't be here, or he didn't show up at the stall tonight or something..."
Before Jiang Fuyuan had time to answer, a clear male voice sounded from behind them.
"I wonder who you are looking for? Maybe Xiaodao can help."
The two of them turned to look at the same time, and saw three young men standing in the middle of the street.
The one who spoke was the leader of the three. He was wearing a blue robe with gold edges and a white lining with dark patterns and crescent moon. The collar was very open, and the vague collarbone could be seen. He was holding an ivory whisk in his hand. Her hair was tied up, but there were three pigtails behind her left and right ears. The whole look was nondescript and unethical.
Fortunately, his face was extremely handsome, which made him look very charming despite his strange attire.
Seeing that the two people didn't answer, the young man who called himself Xiaodao smiled and said again: "People come to the ghost market to look for them, so they are ghosts, right? It's quite novel to see people in the ghost market."
Jiang Fuyuan looked him up and down and asked with confusion, "Are you not a human being?"
(End of this chapter)
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