What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"A treasure is priceless," I replied casually.

I'm in a good mood because I've had a good harvest.

I kept that evil stone close to my body, and a continuous stream of evil energy seeped into my body through my skin, causing the evil energy within me to subtly begin to increase.

This is without me actively absorbing the evil energy!

This was a worthwhile purchase.

Following Jin Wanliang's footsteps, we continued walking inside.

The further you go in, the fewer stalls there are, but the quality of the goods is noticeably higher.

Jin Wanliang stopped in front of a stall selling antique jade and gestured to the stall owner for a long time.

Finally, he exchanged two gold bars for a jade pendant stained with blood.

He held the jade pendant, beaming from ear to ear, saying it was a talisman for some big boss, and that he could at least double his money by reselling it.

I wasn't interested in those antiques and collectibles; I just cautiously observed my surroundings.

Just as we were about to reach the core area of ​​the ghost market, I suddenly stopped.

In an inconspicuous corner, a stall stood all alone.

That stall was strange.

Other stalls were either filled with goods or at least had a sign.

But at this stall, there was only a worn-out wooden bowl, half-filled with water.

The stall owner was a man wearing a gray long gown and a straw hat with the brim pulled low, obscuring his face.

But he gave me a dangerous feeling, like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath, its sharpness concealed, yet making people afraid to look directly at it.

What struck me as most bizarre was that the surrounding crowd seemed to intentionally or unintentionally avoid the stall, creating a vacuum zone with a diameter of three meters around it.

"Don't look."

Jin Wanliang suddenly pulled me aside, his voice low and deep: "That's the well keeper, don't mess with him."

Well keeper?

I was taken aback; I'd never heard of that name before.

But just as I was about to look away, the person wearing the straw hat suddenly raised his head.

Even though there was a black veil between us, I could clearly feel that he was looking at me.

To be precise, he was looking at the scalpel in my cuff.

"Not bad."

A hoarse voice cut through the noisy crowd and clearly reached my ears.

I narrowed my eyes instantly, and my right hand instinctively gripped the knife handle.

This is a master, an absolute master.

The man did not get up, but simply stretched out a hand and pointed to the half-bowl of water in front of him.

"But this knife is too murderous; it's easy to break. Would you like to wash it?"

Wash the knife?

A thought struck me.

My scalpel is used to sew up corpses. Although it also kills people, it is essentially a ritual implement for accumulating good karma.

The recent series of fierce battles have indeed tainted the knife with too much ferocity, and sometimes using it even evokes a sense of uncontrollable rage.

"How do I wash it?" I asked.

The man didn't speak, but simply took out a black bead from his sleeve and gently dropped it into the bowl.

"Gulp."

The half-bowl of water instantly boiled, emitting plumes of black smoke that condensed into grotesque ghost faces in mid-air before quickly dissipating.

"Exchange it with your malevolent energy."

The man said calmly, "There's a very special kind of malevolent energy within you. I want that."

After hearing what he said, alarm bells immediately went off in my mind.

"Qi" is the foundation of a person's cultivation.

If outsiders figure you out, it will be too easy for them to target you.

"Brother, let's go! Let's go quickly!"

Jin Wanliang was sweating profusely beside me, desperately pulling on my arm and whispering in my ear, "This man is crazy, stay away from him!"

Last time, someone didn't believe in superstitions and made a deal with him, only to disappear the very next day!

I gave the well keeper a long look.

My intuition tells me that this deal may seem to be in my favor on the surface, but the risks hidden behind it are too great.

"Maybe next time," I said decisively.

After bowing to that man, I turned and left with Jin Wanliang.

The person behind him did not stop him, but only let out a soft laugh that was hard to understand.

After getting far away from the stall, Jin Wanliang finally breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on a large rock next to him, panting heavily.

"You scared me to death... Dude, you were incredibly brave just now!"

That guy has been running a stall in the ghost market for over ten years, and nobody knows who he is, nor does anyone dare to buy his stuff.

Lately, no one even dares to talk to him!

I heard that the water in his bowl connects to the underworld!

I didn't say anything, but just nodded silently to indicate that I understood.

It seems the waters of this ghost market are indeed very deep.

After catching his breath, Jin Wanliang gradually calmed down. He stood up, patted his buttocks, and then continued to lead me deeper inside.

After leaving the eerie well-keeper's stall, Jin Wanliang noticeably quickened his pace.

He seemed to know the layout of this ghost market by heart, leading me through a maze of twists and turns, avoiding several busy main roads, and into a darker, narrow alley.

The path was lined with half-collapsed tombstones, and you could even see half of a coffin lid sticking out on the road.

"Brother, that was just an appetizer; the main course is coming up."

Jin Wanliang lowered his voice, his tone revealing an irrepressible excitement.

"The main reason I came to the Ghost Market this time, besides showing you the way, is for this business deal."

This is something I've been eyeing for over half a year. If I can't get it, I won't sleep well for the next six months.

"What is it?"

I asked casually, my eyes still scanning the shadows around me warily.

"Hehe, you'll know when we get there," Jin Wanliang said, keeping everyone in suspense.

We stopped in front of a stone gate that looked like the tomb of an ancient wealthy family.

The stone gate was half-open, with a red lantern hanging at the entrance. The dim light created a contrast between festive and eerie atmosphere.

Jin Wanliang straightened his collar, his playful smile vanished instantly, replaced by the expression of a shrewd businessman.

He glanced back at me and whispered, "Brother, when we go in, just look, don't say anything."

"If that old bastard tries to double-cross us, will you help me out, brother?"

Upon hearing this, I smiled.

The old man's true colors were finally revealed.

They really did bring me here to be their bodyguard.

However, this was within my expectations, after all, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

Taking away his ghost market order and helping him out at a crucial moment wouldn't break the rules.

I nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

After receiving my reply, Jin Wanliang seemed to be instantly reassured and led me through the stone gate, his steps becoming more steady.

Stepping through the stone gate, the space inside was larger than I had imagined.

This should be a private room that was converted from a main tomb chamber after it was cleared out.

In the center of the tomb chamber was an eight-immortal table with a white candle burning on it, its flame a pale green.

Behind the table sat a gaunt old man, dressed in a Qing Dynasty-style mandarin jacket, with a long, gray braid.

At this moment, he was holding two walnuts in his hand, and was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed.

Hearing footsteps, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

"Hey, Mr. Jin, you've finally arrived."

The old man's voice was shrill and grating, "I thought you thought the price was too high and you didn't dare to come."