The villain's large rollover scene in Quick Travel Guide

The cold wind blew by, and several strange white lanterns hung in front of the plaque were swaying, emitting a faint blue light intermittently in the dark night.

From time to time, various strange laughter and cries could be heard in the stagnant air, giving passersby goosebumps for no apparent reason.

Yes, people.

Jing Ling held the post in her hand and stood at the entrance of the so-called ghost market. She looked at it carefully for a while and found that in addition to ghosts, there were also many people hiding under a black robe, wrapping themselves tightly. Real people.

However, Jing Ling guessed that this was allowed by the ghost market, because there were so many ghosts coming and going, and no ghosts would pay special attention to these people.

On the contrary, it was Jing Ling's looking around that caught the attention of the two ghosts guarding the ghost market.

"Are you going to get in or not?" The ghost who spoke was fierce, staring at Jing Ling warily, "You're sneaky, you've been wandering around here for so long, don't think you want to sneak in if you don't have any posts!"

Jing Ling: "..."

They say that after becoming a ghost, all the diseases you had during your lifetime can be eliminated. Brother, your eyes are as wide as bells, why are you so blind?

Jing Ling threw the post he had snatched from the other ghost into his hand with a cold face, and then walked inwardly and confidently.

Yes, there are thresholds for ghost markets.

And this threshold is the posts circulating from the ghost market.

The ghost world opens a ghost market every two months. It is said that this is organized by some powerful lonely ghosts.

It is said that there are many treasures in the ghost market, and the ghosts who stay in the human world also have various needs in life. Naturally, this place can provide these ghosts with channels to find or things they seek.

Therefore, one can imagine how valuable this threshold is.

Most of the posts will be bought by some rich ghosts. Naturally, the remaining ghosts will choose to rob the posts or pay higher prices to buy them from other ghosts in order to compete for the posts.

The information about the ghost market was basically pieced together by Jing Ling from the mouths of the ghosts who planned to rob her while beating up the ghosts.

Jing Ling felt that the ghost who came up with such a method must have been obsessed with martial arts novels during his lifetime. This is the second creation of Hero Post!

She was originally confused as to why the ghosts today were all acting crazy, but when they saw her they started to attack her without saying a word.

It was co-written because she accidentally walked on the designated road to the ghost market, and she was dressed in such a dazzling way that she looked rich.

Also designated?

She thought about how there was any way in this wilderness.

Is it true that "there is no road in the world, but if there are too many ghosts walking on it, it becomes a road"?

If you have such a heart for literary and artistic creation, it is better to see how the money earned from the ghost market can be transferred to the human world, and ask someone to build a road and bridge here to benefit both the human and ghost worlds.

It was this mess of market participation requirements that aroused Jing Ling's curiosity.

Jing Ling followed the crowd as they wandered towards their destination, and found that the ghost market was really similar to the human world, but also different.

Similar to this, there are a lot of human things that I don’t know where they came from, such as mobile phones, books, skateboards, etc., and they are currently being traded at a booming rate.

As for the difference——

Jing Ling stopped in front of a stall.

There were no ghosts guarding the stall, and there was only a wooden sign standing eye-catchingly in the middle, with a few big words written on it, whether with red paint or blood: The wishes of the living come true, and the wishes of the dead come true.

In addition, there is a pile of paper pressed with an inkstone, a writing brush, a plate of cinnabar, and a knife.

While Jing Ling was squatting and studying, a man wrapped in a black robe slowly walked over and squatted down next to Jing Ling.

The man turned a blind eye to Jing Ling, and cut his finger with the knife on the stall, letting the blood fall drop by drop, mixed with cinnabar and cinnabar.

Immediately, the man picked up the pen, dipped it in the cinnabar dish, and then slowly wrote a few big words on the paper: She died.