I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Chapter 150 City God Ghost Market

Lin Yan pushed open the hidden door and led A Jiu through a tunnel. After walking for an unknown amount of time, the scene before them suddenly changed.

Large red lanterns rained down from the sky, and a cacophony of noise mixed with the smell of fireworks assaulted our senses.

A long street adorned with bright red lanterns came into view.

The night market is bustling and noisy, full of the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life, like stepping into another world.

The streets were lined with all sorts of oddly shaped stalls.

One of the stall owners was wearing a suit, but had a huge fox head on his head.

An old woman, whose upper body was floating in mid-air, was stir-frying a pot of noodles that were glowing green.

There was also a headless paper effigy, energetically selling its clay dolls to passersby.

This is a gray trading area hidden beneath Jiangcheng, a place that is half reality and half the bizarre.

【City God's Ghost Market】.

Living people, neutral oddities, gold prospectors—here they follow ancient rules, engaging in trade where everyone gets what they need.

Ajiu clung tightly to Lin Yan's clothes, like a curious yet timid little duck, her eyes following the strangely-looking stall owners.

She reached out, wanting to touch the string of candied hawthorns on the stall next to her, whose eyeballs seemed to be rolling around in their sockets.

Lin Yan reacted quickly and pulled her little hand back.

Ah Jiu is in a Schrödinger-like state, so we dare not let her touch her indiscriminately. Losing money is a small matter; exposing her abilities and letting someone with ulterior motives see it would be troublesome.

"Grandma, just look at the things here, don't touch them."

Lin Yan warned in a low voice.

He didn't want Ah Jiu to accidentally render the stall that others had worked so hard to set up ineffective.

We need to instill correct values ​​in our children.

The two walked along the crowded street and passed a shop called "Meng Po New Style Tea".

There was a long queue in front of the shop, mostly of people with pale faces and some kind of missing souls.

This place not only sells tea, but also a rare soul-condensing liquid, which is said to sustain a nearly dissipated obsession for another month or so.

A wooden sign stands next to the shop.

[Our store rule: The stronger your resentment, the further forward you are in line; the weaker party should move to the back.]

Lin Yan didn't want to join in the fun, but A Jiu kept staring at the steaming drinks in the shop.

She really wanted to drink it, but she was afraid of causing trouble for Lin Yan, so she secretly swallowed her saliva.

Who could resist such a sensible child?

Lin Yan led A Jiu into the line, and they were assigned to be the second person.

This surprised Lin Yan a bit. He didn't expect that he also had grievances. It seems that he hadn't been slacking off enough at work.

Ahead of them was a pitiful water ghost with only half a head.

Just as Lin Yan was about to take out the magnetic card that Lao Zhao had given him to pay the bill.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A deep, muffled voice came from behind.

Lin Yan turned his head and saw a bizarre fat man covered in gold and silver jewelry, with a huge hole in his stomach and his intestines dragging on the ground.

He arrogantly pushed aside the few wandering souls in front of him and cut in line directly in front of Lin Yan.

The fat man didn't even glance at Lin Yan. He slammed a black gold card on the counter and yelled at the skeleton-shaped stall owner inside who was simmering soup, "Same as always, three bowls of the Forget-Worry Special Drink, on my tab!"

The skeleton vendor looked up, glanced at Lin Yan apologetically, and tapped his jaw a couple of times: "Sorry, young man, I'm here to apologize."

"This Mr. Wang borrowed money to buy footballs before his death, but he never expected to be tricked by an unknown goalkeeper and lose all his savings."

"He was driven to jump by dozens of creditors; the resentment he carried was the heaviest in our area—"

"You know, rules are rules."

The fat man turned his head with a smug and disdainful look, glancing at Lin Yan and Ajiu.

"Didn't you hear me? What are you doing here, a living person, getting involved in this mess!"

As he spoke, he glanced around again, making a pointed remark.

"If you're useless in life, and if you die without even a decent amount of resentment, then you'd better get the hell out of the line!"

Lin Yan was initially speechless at the sight of the person cutting in line, but his arrogant attitude made him laugh in anger.

You want to compare resentment, huh?

He raised his hand and lightly tapped his chest.

The scissor marks exuded a faint scent.

That was the resentment of someone who had only taken a partial promotion.

With a buzzing sound, Saya's bizarre aura spread outwards from Lin Yan.

The pressure was palpable to everyone on the street, and they all looked curiously in Lin Yan's direction.

Where is this big shot from?

The fat man, who was closest to the person, had the most vivid and real experience of the bizarre situation.

He was smugly waiting to get his drink when the fat on his face suddenly twitched.

The intestines dragging on the ground were trembling, twisting themselves into a knot.

He was horrified to discover that the resentment he was so proud of had, in front of the person behind him, been like a Chihuahua facing a Tyrannosaurus Rex, automatically shrinking back into its body.

"What the hell is this?!"

The fat man felt an irresistible force of repulsion acting on him.

His body began to move backward uncontrollably, first place, tenth place, fiftieth place —

Until I was squeezed out of the 100-meter-long queue of [Meng Po New Style Tea] by the queuing rules, I fell into a roadside ditch.

Lin Yan stepped forward and slapped the magnetic card on the counter.

"Two signature forget-me-not glasses, with ice."

He took the pink drink from the skull vendor, gave one to Ah Jiu, and took one for himself to try.

So Xiao Ajiu ended up with two cups.

As Lin Yan passed by the fat man who was sprawled in the ditch, wondering if he was born a ghost, he kindly handed him a tissue: "Brother, next time you want to cut in line, remember to die a miserable death first."

Holding the drinks, Lin Yan led Ajiu deeper into the ghost market.

They hadn't gone far when they finally arrived at their destination.

A lavishly decorated stall, adorned with all sorts of shimmering fabrics, had a sign written in clerical script that read:

【Fantasy Weaving Workshop】

Once purchased, no returns or exchanges are accepted.

The stall owner was a glamorous woman, dressed in a revealing bright red cheongsam, leaning against the counter smoking a pipe.

However, what was revealed under the hem of the cheongsam were not human legs, but eight thick spider legs covered with barbs.

Compared to the stall owner's appearance, Lin Yan was more curious about the counter behind her.

There was only a parchment scroll suspended in mid-air.

The scroll was enormous, densely covered with tiny characters written in tiny, almost lifelike characters, which seemed to be slowly wriggling.

In the shadows not far from the stall, two rat heads were whispering to each other.

"Another new guy has gone to that Spider Woman's stall. This guy is probably in for a lot of trouble."

One of the rat heads shook its head.

"That's right. As soon as you ask the price or touch her things, it will immediately trigger her rules."

"There was a monstrous, unruly monster who came before. He only glanced at it a couple of times, and in the end, his tongue was cut off as payment for the service fee."