Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 43 Xiaodaochi Xinsu

"you are not human?"

The smile on the young man's face froze, then immediately returned to normal, still smiling and saying: "Of course Xiaodao is a human being."

Hearing this answer, Jiang Fuyuan immediately lost interest in observing him, curled up the corner of his mouth and said, "Then what's so new about you? Aren't you also in the ghost market?"

youth:……

The two young men behind frowned and took a step forward as if they wanted to argue with Jiang Fuyuan, but the young man in front raised their hands to stop them.

He flicked the fly whisk, and the smile on his face became more sincere: "It was Xiaodao who made a mistake. Xiaodaochi Xinsu, these are Min Youming and Gu Yuanji, what do you call them?"

If there are three people, that means they can see Xiaopang.

Xiaopang hesitantly glanced at Jiang Fuyuan and found that his master had not spoken, so he also floated behind him without saying a word.

Scholars pay the most attention to etiquette. Zhai Jinzu immediately returned the greeting and said: "Zhai Jinzu, I am fortunate to meet the immortal."

Chi Xinsu nodded slightly in response, but stared at Jiang Fuyuan intently.

silence.

Even the ghosts in the ghost market seemed to feel the solidified atmosphere here, and quietly took a detour, creating an invisible vacuum wall between them.

Zhai Jinzu smiled slightly awkwardly, poked Jiang Fuyuan in the back, and motioned for her to say something.

Jiang Fuyuan reluctantly said, "Mu Cizhan."

After raising her chin and gesturing, she added: "Little Fatty."

After the introductions were finally completed, Zhai Jinzu wiped away the cold sweat from embarrassment and asked Chi Xinsu with a smile: "The Immortal just said that he wanted to help. Do you know the ghost market very well?"

Chi Xinsu nodded: "Come here often if you have nothing to do."

Hearing this, Zhai Jinzu was overjoyed and asked quickly: "Have you ever seen a middle-aged man about seven feet tall, with a thin face and very big eyes?"

"..." Chi Xinsu glanced at him unexpectedly and said, "He...doesn't have a particularly thin waist that can only be held in two hands?"

"exactly!"

"Speech is slurred and sounds a little buzzy?"

Everything Chi Xinsu said hit that person's characteristics, and Zhai Jinzu nodded in surprise.

"Immortal! You have really seen him! Then do you know where he is?"

Chi Xinsu hummed and asked, "What do you want from him?"

The impatient Jiang Fuyuan frowned. This person was going to ask when. She still had half of the ghost market to visit. What if she continued to delay and the ghost market closed?
Anyway, that ghost has been to this ghost market, but she really can't find the ghost. At worst, she can just write a letter to the King of Hell and ask him to look for it.

Perhaps her impatience was too obvious, Chi Xinsu paused for a moment, and without waiting for Zhai Jinzu to explain, he said, "What you are looking for should be the cockroach."

"Isn't the dragonfly a spirit? How come it appears in the ghost market?"

Jiang Fuyuan knew that this kind of mountain spirit was actually a kind of slender-waisted wasp. It only had males and no females. They did not mate or give birth to children. They often captured the babies of other species to raise as their own children. ①
Chi Xinsu nodded slightly, confirming Jiang Fuyuan's point of view, and he slowly said: "According to the news obtained by the Taoist government, the cockroaches in this ghost market are no longer mountain spirits and monsters, but in the form of ghosts, so the master will send My senior brothers and I often come to the ghost market to check, with the purpose of finding out the origin of this cockroach ghost."

After saying that, he saluted Jiang Fuyuan and asked with a smile: "I wonder if Xiaodao has the honor to travel with you?"

Zhai Jinzu's eyes lit up when he heard the word Daofu. When he heard that the people from Daofu wanted to go with them to find the cockroaches, before Jiang Fuyuan could express his stance, he laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes. He cupped his hands and thanked her profusely.

Jiang Fuyuan glanced at the cheerful Zhai Jinzu and didn't object.

So the group of three turned into a group of six, becoming a dazzling sight in the ghost market.

Chi Xinsu and the three of them must have also disguised themselves. Not only did the ghosts they passed by not suspect their identities, but there were also street vendor ghosts who stepped forward to sell them because they looked noble.

A male ghost with relatively sound limbs nodded and bent over and handed over a few strings of bone chains: "Do you want to see the jewelry? They are made of finger bones that have been buried for more than 80 years. The female ghosts look beautiful and the male ghosts look handsome!"

Jiang Fuyuan looked at the novelty and asked, "Both men and women are killed? How much does it cost?"

Only the whites of the eyes of the male ghost rolled around, and he chuckled: "A string of five gold ingots." Jiang Fuyuan: "You think I look like a New Year pig?"

The male ghost was stunned and shook his head.

Jiang Fuyuan looked at him with pity: "Then why are you killing me?"

Male ghost: ...

Ignoring him any more, Jiang Fuyuan turned around and left, while the others followed her silently.

Seeing that the big customer was about to lose, the male ghost hurriedly caught up with him: "Oh, the price is negotiable! If I give you a price, you can also give me a price, right?"

Jiang Fuyuan did not have a phalange chain, and felt a little itchy in his heart, so he stopped again.

"A silver ingot."

Male ghost: "Sell it!"

Jiang Fuyuan: ...I still feel like I am a New Year Pig.

As if he was afraid that she would regret it, the male ghost quickly handed over a string of bone chains and took the snow-white silver ingot from the chubby hand with a smile.

Xiaopang's ingots were all folded by Jiang Fuyuan himself. They are of good quality and have strong will power, and are worth more than ordinary ingots circulating in the ghost market.

When the male ghost saw such a fine gold ingot, his eyes lit up, and he quickly took out a handful of gadgets from his tattered pocket and tried to sell them.

"I also have the bellyband of a female ghost in red, a pendant made of crow's eyes, and a mask made of a faceless ghost... Do you find anything interesting?"

Among a bunch of various gadgets, Jiang Fuyuan saw something familiar.

She picked up a small bamboo toy and smiled with satisfaction.

"How much is it?"

"Three silver ingots."

Jiang Fuyuan counter-offered: "A silver ingot."

The male ghost turned back and shook it like a rattle and said, "To be honest, this is not mine. A friend sold it on consignment to me. The price he set was too high for me to sell it to him at a lower price."

Several other people came over to take a closer look at the bamboo toy in Jiang Fuyuan's hand, and exchanged glances with each other.

Chi Xinsu deliberately pretended that he couldn't put it down, and asked the male ghost: "Do you still have this? I look cute. If there are some, I will buy a few more. There are many children in the family, and it is difficult to divide them if they are missing."

Fishing with a straight hook, the male ghost immediately bit the hook and nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face: "Yes, yes! My friend likes children the most, so maybe he can give you a discount!"

"Then trouble you."

With the vendor ghost leading the way, the group arrived at the stall of the hawker ghost smoothly.

It was a palm-sized place in the most remote corner of the ghost market. A bamboo pole stood there alone, and there were several small toys made of the same bamboo on the ground.

The male ghost walked up to the bamboo pole and shouted at the top of his lungs: "豾胃! I've brought you a big customer!"

The bamboo pole moved, and soon a black shadow emerged from the hole the size of a fingernail in the middle of the pole.

"How big a customer is that you deserve to be so high..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and the newly exposed cockroach ghost was tightly wrapped by the long tongue that Xiaopang suddenly threw out.

The hawker ghost was frightened and shouted: "What are you doing!"

Zhai Jinzu was louder than him: "It's the black-hearted toy he sold me!"

　① "The Book of Songs": The borer has a son, and the borer bears it.It is mentioned in "Sou Shen Ji".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)