Adventure Code

Chapter 537 Exchange (6)

In the dim light, weird figures continue to shuttle and trade, like a silent movie playing in front of our eyes.

We were the only ones left in the surroundings. Everyone in the team was silent, not daring to speak casually. Even if they spoke, their voices were kept very low, as if everyone had turned into ghosts.

"The transaction is successful, can we leave now?" The bald head asked cautiously, probably because I just sold things and sent those 'people' away, making the bald head think highly of me a lot, now The tone and expression of his question were much more polite than usual.

I glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "I don't know, go and find out, the ghost market in folklore, once you enter it, you can't get out, you have to wait for it to dissipate naturally at dawn, we may not be able to find the exit."

The bald man's expression changed drastically, as if he had eaten shit: "Then if we can't find the exit, will we have to stay with these 'people' all night?"

I said: "Not only do we have to stay all night, but we also have to follow the customs in the market, so that they can't find anything unusual. Just now, when you suddenly appeared, you almost exposed your secrets."

The old pervert standing on the edge who had been silent all this time said at this moment: "Don't waste time, let's find the exit first." Immediately, I packed up the things on the stone table, and the group of people walked cats, only driving a car. With a weak warm light flashlight, he started to walk towards the previous door.

We shuttled among the 'crowd', wherever we looked, the 'people' who came and went, walked slowly and looked stiff.They are not expressionless, on the contrary, they are very expressive.

But what's weird is that those rich expressions seem to be frozen, hanging on their faces invariably, which makes their expressions always maintain the same appearance, no matter whether they are laughing or angry, they are stiff and creepy .

From time to time, I can still see people kneeling and sitting by their feet, with some mats spread out, as if they are setting up a stall for business, but there is actually nothing on the mat, but the seller stops in front of the stall, as if looking at the goods .

In the silent ghost market, only us and a group of living people shuttled through it, and we who had to suppress the sound seemed to have become one of them.

Fortunately, although this trading market has been developed relatively large, when we came in just now, we were trapped by the ghost market before we could go deep. Therefore, although we have not been able to inquire about the situation of the exchange, it has made us close to the gate. Far.

So soon, we came to the end, and the closed wooden door suddenly appeared in front of us.

Xiao Qi showed joy, lowered his voice and said: "The door has come out."

Wang Mang said: "Yes, we didn't see it when we came here just now." While speaking, he hurriedly planned to open the door, but at this moment, Jin Le suddenly pressed Wang Mang's arm, with a strange expression and eyes Staring at the wooden door, he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, are you sure there is a way out behind this wooden door?"

Wang Mang was taken aback, probably because he was in a hurry to go out, but when Jin Le stopped him, he was angry, but he didn't dare to make too much noise, so although he looked angry, he said in an extremely gentle voice: "We are Come in from here, not a way out or something? What the hell are you trying to do?"

Jin Le shook his head and glanced at me. Only then did I realize that through the protective clothing, there was a thin layer of sweat on the kid's forehead.At the same time, Jin Le pointed to the top of the gate, motioning for us to look up.

Looking along the position of his finger, he saw a plaque hanging from the top of the gate, but due to the light, the plaque was half-bright and half-dark, and the words on it could not be seen at all.

My heart skipped a beat, recalling the situation when I came in.

Was there a plaque on the door at that time?

I didn't pay attention to this at the time, so now that I think about it, I'm not sure. It seems that there is a plaque, and it seems that there is no plaque.

Xiao Qi, who was holding the flashlight, took two steps back slightly, raised the flashlight in his hand a little higher, and the words on the plaque were immediately exposed.

Crooked, earthworm-like fonts, ghostly drawn characters, no one recognizes them.

To be precise, there is only one character on this tablet, and the plaque hanging on the door is often the name of the house. If the name of the exchange is written on this tablet, then there is only one character, which is a bit strange.

Do Zerg have their own text?This is unlikely, because writing is a very complex system, and only ancient civilizations that have been passed down for a long time can give birth to and nurture their own writing.

Take the present as an example, the alphabetic languages ​​​​of many small countries are all Euro-Indian languages, which are said to have originated in Germany, and today's alphabetic countries are all developed from this language family.

Just like the characters of neighboring countries such as Japan and South Korea, all originated from Chinese characters in our country.

For a minority with a small population, even if they learn from writing, it is quite difficult. Many ethnic minorities only have language but no writing.

If Zerg, based on Chinese, derived its own characters, then...

I suddenly thought of something very wrong, and said in a low voice: "After a thousand years, since the Zerg have their own writing, they should also have their own language, but when that 'person' communicated with me just now..."

He spoke a language I could understand, and it was standard Mandarin.

As soon as I reminded everyone, everyone would come over to meet, and their expressions immediately became a little bad.

Could it be that after entering the ghost market, in order to make transactions, the 'ghosts' inside will still cooperate with your language?Leaving aside why ghosts can hear strange languages, if it really matches your language, does that mean that it already knows that you are an outsider?

The hairs all over my body stood on end immediately, and I subconsciously looked back.

Seeing this, I was almost scared out of my wits. When we gathered at this gate, the people who went to the market behind us stopped at some point, and turned their faces to our side. , staring at us with blank expressions and empty eyes, as if observing our behavior, some 'people' who turned their backs to us turned their heads 180 degrees directly!

I gasped, my reaction caused everyone to turn their heads, and in an instant, the sound of gasping was endless.

They found us!
And in this ghostly silence, the three-faced man who had always been quite obedient, suddenly squatted on the ground, his movements were extremely large, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.Before we could react, we heard two puffs, followed by a burst of hissing, and a foul smell came out immediately.

I almost fell down, and said in my heart: I will go!At a time like this, why did the three-faced man who was always reliable squat down and shit?
(End of this chapter)