I can't be a demon.

Chapter 21 The Ghost Market of the Redemption Ghost
The full moon hangs high.

It was already midnight.

Shen Lian first rushed to a remote corner of the South City District and put on the straw raincoat and hat that he had hidden in advance during the day to ensure that everything would be safe.

Before leaving, he locked the starling in a cage. After all, the starling was too noisy, and if he brought it into the ghost market, it would easily expose himself.

Shen Lian had originally planned to keep a low profile when he went to the Ghost Market.

"Since the government has allowed the ghost market to exist for decades, there shouldn't be any major disasters."

Be careful along the way.

When Shen Lian went deep into the South City District, he immediately smelled the unique sour smell of mineral salt. It was hard to imagine that the snow-white tribute salt sent to the capital came from here.

Many miners have contracted chronic diseases while mining salt.

I could faintly hear bursts of coughing.

Shen Lian activated the Zhulang Force out of caution, and the medicinal food in his stomach continued to produce nutrients, which in turn could sustain the consumption of strength for a long time.

He then used the Iron Shirt, coupled with the silver-white scale armor covering his vital parts. Even if he encountered a warrior, he was confident that he could escape unscathed.

"Haha, there are quite a lot of people." Shen Lian lowered his hat and slowed down his breathing.

There were figures nearby heading towards the ghost market.

They also concealed their faces and deliberately kept several dozen meters apart. Even if they had some basic martial arts skills, they did not dare to show it in front of others.

Shen Lian slowed down and followed the crowd.

Compared to the daytime, Lantian Street is no longer deserted at night. You can see the dim candlelight from a distance.

After dozens of warriors entered the Ghost Market, there was still no movement.

The ghost market in Shen Lian's eyes was a long-abandoned street.

Little do people know that the inside and outside of the ghost market are completely different worlds of yin and yang.

From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, at the entrance and exit of the ghost market alone, there are a large number of hideous ghosts lurking.

"呲呲呲..."

The ghosts are all skinny and their limbs are mutilated to varying degrees.

According to legend, if a mortal dies with resentment, his soul will find it difficult to reincarnate, and if it remains in the world of the living, it will turn into a "wandering ghost."

They had iron chains tied around their necks, and were holding up a plaque made of resentment, with four words written on it: "One level of ghost market."

"I'm over fifty, I'm afraid my blood and qi have weakened, it's not good to eat!"

"Warrior, there is a warrior, eat him, eat him, ah ah ah!"

"A warrior's flesh and blood can increase his cultivation by ten years. It is delicious and nutritious!"

.........

Shen Lian belatedly glanced at the door and couldn't help swallowing.

"Why is my appetite so high? Is there an opportunity to gain experience in the ghost market?"

You know, the progress of the warrior profession has reached 81.4%. Once promoted, the innate holy body will definitely be even more terrifying.

Click.

There was a crack on the surface of the bone blade, and at first glance the gap looked like a mouth full of serrated teeth, with a long and narrow tongue licking the blade.

The wandering ghosts scattered.

They did not notice the five hundred year old demon in the bone blade, but they instinctively felt fear in their hearts and lay on the ground trembling.

By the time the wandering ghost came to his senses, Shen Lian had already disappeared in the ghost market.

Not long after Shen Lian went to the ghost market, a gray-haired woman stepped onto Lantian Street without much effort to conceal her appearance.

Zhu Yihong was familiar with the place and obviously knew the truth about the ghost market.

"If there was no time to allocate supplies, we really shouldn't have wasted the opportunity to trade in the ghost market on purchasing these sundries."

The existence of the ghost market is extremely special.

Not only are they spread across the 37 towns in Southern Continent, but their number is also increasing as time goes by.

No one knows the origin of the ghost market. Even if manpower is wasted to destroy a single ghost market, a new one may emerge within a few days.

The imperial court noticed that the ghost market was isolated by resentment, which gave rise to strange rules.

The appearance of living people in the ghost market becomes unrecognizable, as if the ghost market intentionally maintains the secrecy of its transactions.

The ghost market sells rare treasures, and the deeper you go into the ghost market, the rarer the treasures become, but... they cost your life.

This is because the vendors at the ghost market are all greedy [ransom ghosts].

.........

Shen Lian observed the ghost market for a while and found that the stalls were all kinds of strange things, including antique paintings and calligraphy, unknown medicinal herbs, and even weapons that were strictly prohibited by the government.

"It's dark, but they have all kinds of items for sale."

Shen Lian stroked the bone blade on his chest.

"If I had known there was a ghost market, I wouldn't have bound an ornament that can't be used against enemies."

The bone blade cracked again and stuck out its tongue in indignation.

Shen Lian did not notice anything unusual about the bone blade. He just looked around the stalls and watched the transactions of other people.

All the stall owners hid in the shadows and only spoke briefly when a deal came their way.

According to Bai Haibo, the origins of items in the ghost market cannot be questioned, as they may have been stained with blood.

This seems to be the reason why the items in the ghost market are relatively cheap.

Not only are antique calligraphy and paintings cheaper than on the market, even medicinal herbs are priced relatively low. Wild ginseng that is eighty or ninety years old costs only twenty taels.

Shen Lian suppressed his appetite, thinking that the source of the bone blade's throbbing should be in the food.

But he came mainly to learn martial arts, and the silver he brought with him was no more than a hundred taels.

"It's a pity that you're rummaging through things. It really attracts attention. Otherwise, I would have to appraise them no matter what. Maybe I could gain some experience."

Shen Lian stopped in front of a stall and vaguely saw that the stall owner in the shadow was an old man.

The old man was selling study items, which included a dozen worn-out books, most of which were for scholars, except for one secret manual.

【Iron Arm Kung Fu】

As the name suggests, Iron Arm Kung Fu should be a horizontal training for the acupoints on both arms.

"It's worth the trip. This is indeed a martial art of horizontal training."

“How should I sell it?”

Shen Lian pointed at the secret book, and the old man looked up and said, "Five taels, only five taels."

Even if the horizontal training people dislike the dog, the price of five taels is definitely a profit.

Shen Lian put the silver and money where the old man could reach, and without communicating with him too much, he picked up the secret book and turned away.

The old man covered his mouth and chuckled, "There is business."

He stretched out his bloodless arm, and the moment it touched the silver, spots of blood appeared on the silver, and resentment filled the air.

The arm retracted into the shadow, and the skin was covered with dense acne. The acne was shaped like copper coins, with pus dripping from it, and the ground made a sizzling sound.

What is a [Ransom Ghost]? It spreads resentment through buying and selling.

If the money-ransom ghost is of shallow power, at most the victim will suffer from blood circulation problems after the transaction. However, if the money-ransom ghost is more than a hundred years old, the money or objects it handles will become deadly poisons.

However, judging from the fact that the living people entering the market were not seriously injured, it could be seen that the [First Floor Ghost Market] was just a small-scale event and there were no hundred-year-old ghosts ransom money.

"Hey hey hey."

"Since he is a martial artist, if he makes four transactions in the ghost market on the first floor, he will definitely die."

The old man grinned.

He did not continue to pay attention to Shen Lian. After all, the latter was just a martial artist. Even if he died in the ghost market, his flesh and blood would not be enough for the ghosts on the first level to share.

The real appetizer is always the warrior who thinks he can resist temptation.

Even if they can control their desires, once they enter and exit the ghost market more than ten times, they will be dragged into the more terrifying second-level ghost market.

"Well?"

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and a tearing pain spread throughout his body. Some of his resentment was suddenly lost, and his right arm began to rot from the wrist.

(End of this chapter)