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"You're dreaming."

Renbao grumbled and stepped into the ghost market first.

The green-hatted ghost noticed that Renbao disliked Su Tang and Su Chengxiao, so he snorted and said fiercely, "Stay away from us after we enter the ghost market."

"Hey, you cuckold in red, I'm talking to my niece, who are you?" Su Chengxiao didn't dare to argue with Renbao, so he vented his anger on the cuckold.

The cuckold grinned at him, "You two look so unlucky, you wretched fools!"

Upon hearing the words "unlucky ghost," Su Tang reacted sharply, her face darkening. She pulled out a talisman and flung it at the cuckolded ghost, yelling, "You're asking for it!"

"Little Yama~ Help me!" The green-hatted ghost took off running.

Renbao turned around, raised his chubby little hand, and a golden light blocked the talisman.

Su Tang watched helplessly as the talisman ignited and turned to ashes.

She stared at Renbao, her little face tense.

Su Chengxiao earnestly advised, "Tangtang, this is the Ghost Market. Don't offend Renbao, or we won't even know how we died later."

In his heart, Su Tang's mystical arts were still inferior to Ren Bao's.

He was terrified to enter the ghost market.

"Shut up!" Su Tang glanced at him coldly and stepped inside.

Su Chengxiao frowned. Ever since Su Tang became the master of the old man in black robes and gained power behind her, her temper had become increasingly arrogant.

An ungrateful little beast.

He cursed inwardly and hurriedly followed.

Will-o'-the-wisps serve as lamps, and the market opens at midnight.

Renbao walked down the street, his little eyes darting around.

The stalls on both sides of the ghost market were piled with gold and silver jewelry, paper figures and horses, pottery jars for nourishing souls, lamp oil for the dead, and other ghostly items.

The stall owners all wore masks and face-covering hats, and their feet floated on the ground.

They didn't speak, they negotiated the price using only gestures.

Although this place is called the Ghost Market, apart from the stall owners, everyone coming and going is a living person. The only ghost walking around is the green-hatted ghost next to Renbao.

The smell of ashes from joss paper mingled with the stench of decay, filling the air.

It also contains human emotions and desires, the most prominent of which are greed and lust.

"Little Yama, it's over there!" the green-hatted ghost pointed in the direction of the surging crowd.

Renbao looked over and read aloud the words on the shop's signboard: "Wish Fulfilled Pawnshop".

The green-hatted devil gave a thumbs up: "Little Yama is really amazing, he can even read now."

Renbao proudly puffed out his little chest: "I studied in the human world."

The people who came out of the pawnshop all looked satisfied.

As he passed by Renbao, Renbao frowned slightly and turned his head to stare at his back: "He's missing three souls."

The green-hatted ghost couldn't see anything: "Little Yama, shall we go in?"

"Let's observe the man first." Renbao took out a small stool from the bamboo basket, sat down, and then took out a candied hawthorn, licking it as he watched the man emerge from the pawnshop.

The green-hatted ghost stood to the side, drooling with envy. He whispered, "Little Yama, can I have a candied hawthorn? I haven't had one in ages."

His throat bobbed heavily, and he drooled.

Compal generously shared two with it: "Eat up!"

The cuckold took a bite as if he had found a treasure; it was sweet and sour, just the right taste!

It never got to eat again after it died.

"I've won the top scholar title in this imperial examination!"

A joyful voice came from the pawnshop.

Huh? This looks familiar.

Renbao couldn't see, so she patted the cuckold and said, "Hug."

The green-hatted ghost trembled with excitement and immediately knelt on the ground: "Little Yama, step on my shoulder."

It felt it wasn't qualified to hug Little Yama.

Renbao stepped on it, and the cuckold stood up.

A man came out of the pawnshop, and Renbao felt he looked more and more familiar.

"Young Master Zeng, what are you doing here?"

Su Chengxiao was somewhat surprised to see Zeng Zheng.

Zeng Zheng opened his mouth wide, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him aside: "Master Su, you're here too?"

"What exactly is this ghost market for?" Su Chengxiao was a little confused, but seeing familiar faces, his fear subsided considerably.

Although Zeng Zheng was a scholar, he frequented brothels and gambling dens, and the two often met in these two places.

"This pawnshop can grant you all your wishes!" Zeng Zheng whispered, his tone tinged with barely concealed excitement.

Su Chengxiao's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Renbao floated up to the back of the two men on the shoulder of the green-hatted ghost, overhearing their entire conversation.

"You are missing six of your seven souls."

Renbao suddenly spoke, startling the two of them. When they looked back, they were met with the green-hatted ghost sticking out its tongue and its bulging eyes.

"A ghost!"

They were so frightened that they hugged each other.

Su Chengxiao slowly raised his head, his voice trembling: "Renbao, quickly put it away! Aren't you a Taoist priest?!"

"It's my good ghost friend." Renbao shook his little head.

"It's you!" Zeng Zheng said smugly when he saw Ren Bao. "You made a mistake in choosing Yang Ping as Miss Cui's husband! I'm sure I'll be number one in this imperial examination. Miss Cui will definitely blame you for making her miss out on a golden opportunity like me."

"But you've already given up your soul, so you'll be locked up and won't even be able to go to the underworld, so there will be no reincarnation."

Renbao was completely baffled, his tone filled with confusion.

"Don't you people always say that there's no such thing as a free lunch?"

Zeng Zheng was completely dumbfounded.

How did she know?!

Su Chengxiao understood: the price of having one's wishes fulfilled was to pawn one's soul.

He looked up, staring intently at the pawnshop, a restless urge stirring within him.

"Little brat, mind your own business." Zeng Zheng snorted coldly, covered his face and hurriedly left, not forgetting to remind Su Chengxiao, "The pawnshop doesn't accept gold or silver, only souls. You can pawn them alive or dead. Remember, you must leave the ghost market before dawn, otherwise you won't be able to return to the mortal world."

Su Chengxiao stood there for a moment, pondering, and Su Xuance's face flashed through his mind.

If we're talking about obsessions, he's still proving himself to this day. He's no less than Su Xuance, and he's the one who rightfully deserves to be the heir.

"You naughty uncle, you don't want to go too, do you?" Renbao's gaze gradually hardened as she earnestly explained the consequences of pawning, "Whether it's a live pawn or a dead pawn, you'll suffer when the deadline arrives, and you won't be able to reincarnate!"

Su Chengxiao's mind was filled with thoughts of surpassing Su Xuance and becoming a higher-ranking official than him!

He was blinded by desire and couldn't hear anything. He rushed into the pawnshop, shouting, "I want to pawn this!"

Renbao followed.

Behind the counter, the shopkeeper, dressed entirely in black robes and wearing a mask, nodded calmly: "What do you want?"

Su Chengxiao's eyes were resolute as he shouted, word by word, "I want to wield absolute power in the court, I want to become the most powerful person in the world!"

Renbao frowned: "Bad uncle, if you want power, you can take the imperial examination. My father became an official because he passed the imperial examination."

A pawned soul can never be retrieved.

Su Chengxiao paused, somewhat hesitant.

Su Tang entered at this moment: "Uncle, Renbao has long severed ties with the Marquis's mansion. Do you really believe what she says?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the group indifferently, lingering a little longer on Renbao, neither urging nor advising him.

"I'll take it!" Su Chengxiao gritted his teeth.

The shopkeeper pulled out the contract paper and asked in a flat tone, "Is it a live pawn or a dead pawn?"