One person: Reborn as Huangxian, seeking the title of Feng Baobao at the beginning

"That's about it..." Zhang Lingyu said, and quickly took out the compass. As he turned his fingers, a vague eight-diagram plate appeared under his feet again. Then, he made hand gestures and silently chanted a spell, and a large amount of black yin energy suddenly surged around him.

Seeing this scene, Fatty and others were surprised, only Wang Cheng's eyes flashed with worry. He knew very well that living people gathered these Yin Qi and suffered great pain every second, which was also a great test for Zhang Lingyu's willpower.

If Zhang Lingyu was eroded by the Yin Qi and lost his mind, he would probably really fall into the path of ghost cultivation. Zhang Lingyu did not tell the team members about this, and Wang Cheng also chose to conceal it, but only paid more attention to Zhang Lingyu's situation and was ready to help him at the critical moment.

After a while, a figure slowly walked out of the yin energy. At this time, Zhang Lingyu's face was pale and his body looked haggard. He exuded a strong yin energy, and his yang energy was completely compressed into his lower dantian.

Without the balance of Yang Qi, Yin Qi rampaged in Zhang Lingyu's body, causing him to suffer unspeakable pain. But he still pretended to be calm and looked at everyone and said, "It's almost time for us to set off. However, since we have to pretend, we have to pretend to be more convincing. I still need a bell to pretend to be the soul-guiding bell for driving corpses..."

Hearing Zhang Lingyu's words, the old smoker suddenly remembered something and quickly opened his backpack. Soon, he took out a rattle with a simple shape and intricate patterns and handed it to Zhang Lingyu: "I learned the method of sending gods from Director Li. This rattle is called the Dingshen Bell. It is a necessary instrument for sending gods. It should be useful..."

Zhang Lingyu took the Calming Bell, looked at it carefully, and expressed satisfaction: "Okay, everyone, now that everything is ready, let's put on the Corpse Control Talisman and set off."

Fatty and the others nodded and stuck the corpse-controlling talisman on their backs. Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng looked at each other, full of curiosity about the Director Li mentioned by the old smoker. They thought to themselves that if they had the chance, they must see this person in person.

Soon, Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng also put on the corpse control talisman. Instantly, they felt the yang energy in their bodies quickly dissipate, and a large amount of yin energy poured into their bodies uncontrollably. A strong sense of weakness came over them, making them feel unprecedented discomfort.

At this moment, they deeply realized the importance of Yang Qi. When Yang Qi is sufficient, evil spirits are not easy to approach, and the voices of lonely ghosts and wronged ghosts cannot be heard. But now, they seem to have come to a new world, and all kinds of strange wailing sounds fill their ears.

The team members finally understood that Yang Qi was a protective barrier given to them by God. However, Zhang Lingyu and others at this moment took the initiative to abandon this barrier, blending into the lonely ghosts and ghosts, becoming a unique existence that was half dead.

Several people came to the front of the cave tacitly. The majestic yin energy merged with the yin energy in their bodies, making them feel a little comfortable.

"Everyone should calm down. Being exposed to Yin Qi for too long will affect your mind." Zhang Lingyu reminded him. Then, he jumped into the cave first, and the others followed suit.

Although it was difficult for ordinary people to go deep into the cave, it was not difficult for them. During the descent, they relied on the stone walls for cushioning. However, to their surprise, the cave was much deeper than they had imagined.

After several minutes, they finally saw the bottom of the cave...

"Everyone must be careful, breathe slowly, and don't leak your Yang energy!" Zhang Lingyu reminded in a low voice after we reached the bottom of the cave.

The fat man and others nodded in agreement, but they soon discovered that there was only a narrow path under the cave for passage.

The passage is extremely narrow and adults can only pass through by bending over and turning sideways.

The fat man couldn't help but frown, obviously puzzled by this unexpected situation:
"Is this the so-called ghost market? How come it's not as good as the tombs we visited before? It's too simple..."

Previously, Wang Cheng and Huang Miao both described the ghost market as mysterious and extraordinary.

However, this shabby scene not only confused the fat man, but also confused everyone else.

Zhang Lingyu looked around, feeling uncertain:
"Indeed, it feels more like walking into a tomb..."

Wang Cheng was helpless:
"All I know about the ghost market comes from ancient records, and I never thought the actual situation would be like this..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Now that you are here, just investigate quickly."

The old smoker urged, squeezing into the narrow passage first, followed closely by the others.

The passage was narrow and depressing, and everyone could only line up in a single file and move forward awkwardly.

Gradually, Zhang Lingyu noticed something strange:
"This road seems to be extending upwards..."

Wang Cheng also frowned when he heard this:

"This doesn't make sense. We were clearly going deep underground from the crypt, but now this passage is going upwards. Are we going back to Yishan?"

"How about we go back and figure out the situation first?"

Feng Baobao lowered her voice and suggested. However, the fat man's helpless voice came from behind:

"Well... there's no turning back..."

Everyone looked back and saw that the fat man had blocked the narrow passage tightly.

It is still possible to move forward, but it is impossible to turn back.

"There's no other way. I can only bite the bullet and go all the way!"

Zhang Lingyu waved his hand, signaling the team to continue moving forward.

At this moment, everyone had no choice but to leave this uncomfortable passage as soon as possible.

After walking along the dark path for an unknown amount of time, everyone was completely lost and had lost track of time.

Fortunately, the Yang energy in their bodies was blocked, otherwise they would have been sweating profusely.

Finally, after a long period of darkness, a faint light appeared in front of the passage.

Everyone cheered up and quickened their pace to move forward.

The old smoker was the first to walk out of the passage, and the scene in front of him suddenly became clear.

Zhang Lingyu and others also walked out one after another, but they soon realized something was wrong.

Taoist Qingfeng looked around in confusion:
"Isn't this... Yishan?"

The fat man also nodded in agreement:
"Yeah, why are we back in Yishan again?"

"That's strange. Could it be that the crypt doesn't lead to the ghost market at all?"

Feng Baobao frowned. At this moment, the remaining habits of the fox fairy in her body had faded away, and the unintentional charm also disappeared.

"No, how could there be this on Yishan..."

Zhang Lingyu pointed in the direction of the cave entrance and said.

Everyone looked and realized that the light source they had just seen in the passage was actually two white lanterns.

The fat man walked up to the lantern curiously and noticed that the lantern was not only white, but also had the word "祭" (sacrifice) written on it in black.

"This is a lantern used by the dead. Could this be the ghost market?"

The fat man's guess made Zhang Lingyu's eyes light up, and he immediately said:
"Let's go up the mountain and take a look!"

Everyone quickly climbed to the top of Yishan Mountain and were stunned when they looked down at the mountain.

Under the dark night sky not far away, there is an ancient city. The lights in the ancient city are bright, but there are only two kinds of light interweaving, red and white.

In the light, the shadows of people were dim, and it seemed extremely lively.

"This is the ghost market..."

As Zhang Lingyu spoke, he took out the compass and began to silently chant a spell. As he moved, a Bagua plate suddenly appeared under his feet.

However, Wang Cheng and Taoist Qingfeng, who were well versed in gossip, were stunned.

Because they found that the orientation of the Bagua plate under Zhang Lingyu's feet was completely reversed.

Zhang Lingyu said thoughtfully:

"Sure enough, the ghost market is a completely upside-down world. It can be seen that the ghost market is attached to the bottom of the Thai city.

Although this is Yishan, it is the Yishan of ghost market.

Evil spirits can go from Yishan in the ghost market to Yishan in the Thai market. Yin and Yang are connected, so Yishan has become a veritable ghost gate. "

"So, the layout of Ghost City and Tai City is almost exactly the same?"

Taoist Qingfeng asked in astonishment. Zhang Lingyu nodded slightly:

“Yes, the basic topographical pattern is the same, but it may be just the opposite.

For example... on this Yishan Mountain, we should be able to find that Taoist temple..."

"Qingyun Temple?"

As soon as Taoist Qingfeng finished speaking, Zhang Lingyu shook his head:
“No, it should be the Taoist temple before Qingyun Temple. Although the terrain of Ghost City and Tai City is the same, the buildings here are all antique.

It seems that this ghost market has existed for a long time, but has never been discovered..."

"I saw it, over there!"

At this moment, the old smoker's voice came, and everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

Sure enough, halfway up the mountain, a Taoist temple could be vaguely seen, with a faint light flickering.

"Let's go over and have a look!"

Led by Zhang Lingyu, the group quickly arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple.

This road looks shabby and exudes a strange atmosphere.

The gate of the Taoist temple is open, and you can see the situation inside the temple by standing at the door.

However, what caught everyone's eyes were not the ordinary Three Pure Ones or other golden statues of gods.

It is a statue whose name is unknown.

The statue was sitting cross-legged on the altar, and facing the gate of the Taoist temple was a strange smiling face.

It has four arms, each holding four objects, but they are not magical weapons.

"The first hand on the left seems to be holding a bronze mirror..."

"In the second hand, there is a white candle..."

"What does the hand on the right holding a piece of blood jade mean?"

"Why is there a leaf in this last hand?"

Everyone was full of doubts about this and realized that this Taoist temple in Ghost Market was unusual.

Especially that smiling face, which makes people feel creepy.

"Forget it, let's go to the city first. I'm afraid we won't find anything here."

Zhang Lingyu said as he led everyone down the mountain road. Since the topography of the Ghost Market was the same as that of the Tai City, they did not spend too much time finding the way.

"Crack, click, click..."

Just as Zhang Lingyu and his companions left the Taoist temple and turned to leave, they did not notice that the bronze statues sitting on the altar on the four walls slowly turned their heads, making a slight sound.

Soon, when the smiling face on the neck of the bronze statue rotated 180 degrees, another face appeared on the back of its head.

This face is completely different from a smiling face. It has wide-open eyes, a green face and fangs, and looks particularly terrifying.

However, Zhang Lingyu and others did not see this scene, nor did they realize that the crisis was quietly approaching.

They walked down the mountain along the path lit by white lanterns, getting closer and closer to the ancient city.

Everyone lined up in a row tacitly and followed Zhang Lingyu with pale faces.

Zhang Lingyu walked while ringing the bell, as if to drive away the corpses behind him.

Soon, they arrived at the city gate and saw a long queue there.

Those queuing up are all wandering ghosts, who seem to be attracted by the ghost market.

Several ghost soldiers in ancient armor were standing at the door, checking one by one.

These ghosts died in different ways. Those who died of illness kept coughing and spitting out black blood, which soon disappeared without a trace.

Some ghosts had incomplete bodies, such as the one in front of Zhang Lingyu, who seemed to have been beheaded to death. His chest was empty, but he was holding his head in his hands.

The head was held upside down, and a pair of dead fish eyes were staring straight at Zhang Lingyu and others, making Zhang Lingyu feel a little uneasy.

If the flaw is discovered, I'm afraid it will be another fierce battle.

Soon, the ghost in front entered the city gate after being inspected.

Strangely, after entering the city, the head in the ghost's hand miraculously returned to its neck.

Zhang Lingyu thought to himself that there must be some mysterious power in this ghost market that could allow the ghosts that entered the city to temporarily escape the painful torture of death.

This also explains why the ghost market attracts so many wandering ghosts.

At this moment, Zhang Lingyu had no time to think about it, because two ghost soldiers had already walked up to him.

One of the ghost soldiers had half of his face flesh fallen off, revealing his skull, which looked uncomfortable.

The other one was slightly better, but only relatively speaking. Half of his arm was covered in blood and there was a sharp knife stuck in his heart.

"Are you alive?"

Although Zhang Lingyu had tried his best to suppress the yang energy with the yin energy, the ghost soldiers could still see the difference between humans and ghosts at a glance.

Zhang Lingyu looked at the ghost soldiers in front of him expressionlessly, while the fat man and others behind him were ready for battle.

At this moment, another ghost soldier suddenly said:
"He...he is...a ghost businessman!"

Hearing this, the ghost soldier who was checking Zhang Lingyu looked greedily at the people behind him:

“It’s been a long time since we’ve had ghost merchants come to this ghost market.

It's still a ghost merchant who drives corpses. Today's ghost market is quite lively."

As he spoke, the ghost soldier made way for him:

"Come on, come on, let's go in!"

Although Zhang Lingyu didn't understand why, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

So, he pretended to be calm, rang the calming bell, and entered the city gate with a few people behind him.

As soon as they entered the city gate, Zhang Lingyu took everyone and hid in a small alley nearby.

The fat man and the others then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wang Cheng, do you know what a ghost merchant is?"

Zhang Lingyu asked. After Wang Cheng thought for a moment, his eyes lit up:
“I remember that this is a special profession.

Some people who are skilled in Taoism and have mastered the art of Yin will choose to make deals with ghosts.

At first, I just helped some obsessed ghosts and got paid after completing the task.

Later, they wandered between the Yin and Yang worlds, and even set up stalls in the ghost market.

Ghost merchants are very important to the ghosts in the ghost market, and are therefore respected.

However, this kind of business is extremely detrimental to one's virtue, and those who engage in it often have difficulty living long.

You must be considered a ghost trader, selling zombies."

After hearing this, the fat man was a little puzzled:
"What kind of reward can these ghosts offer to attract people to do such things?"

Wang Cheng looked around vigilantly:
"Don't underestimate ghosts. For ghost merchants, the best reward is the power of ghosts.

The more resentful a ghost is, the stronger its power is. A ghost merchant only needs to make one deal to gain the power that ordinary practitioners can only obtain after years of hard work. (End of this chapter)