The villain's large rollover scene in Quick Travel Guide

A dark wind blew, causing paper money to fly all around.

Jing Ling kept a distance of three meters and followed the man in front, feeling strange.

To be honest, she felt that the ghosts here did not look like ghosts and the people did not look like humans.

The ghosts here are running around lively one by one, while the people mixed among a group of unknown and miserable-looking creatures are like walking corpses.

Normal people should have a natural fear of unknown creatures, but they never showed the slightest fear on their faces.

The group of people who came to the ghost market looked like real ghosts, and Jing Ling couldn't feel any breath of living people from their bodies.

Take the person she met at the stall just now as an example. Looking at the figure, she guessed that the person in front of her was a woman.

After the woman finished writing her wish, she got up and went out directly. There were various stalls scattered along the road, and the woman never hesitated in her steps.

She maintained the same posture from beginning to end, her body stiff, as if she was oblivious to the movement around her, and she walked without looking away.

Jing Ling saw from beginning to end that there were many stalls in the ghost market that welcomed living people, but most of them were people and ghosts doing business face to face, except for the stall she just paid attention to alone.

The purpose of the woman's visit this time is also quite clear, which is the stall where "the wishes of the living come true and the wishes of the dead come true".

Jing Ling turned around and stared at the place just now with a heavy gaze.

There was nothing there at the moment, except for a few pieces of yellowed paper money scattered around, and dense weeds almost up to the waist.

Just when the woman had just written down her wish, the entire stall disappeared from Jing Ling's eyes, as if it had never appeared.

The other ghosts doing business around him were not surprised by this either. From their few words, Jing Ling learned that this stall without ghosts had always been like this.

The ghost market opens every two months, and this stall only receives one person every time, and the customers are different every time.

The people who come to this stall to trade are all living people from beginning to end.

They have been in the ghost market for a long time and have never seen the stall owner of this stall.

Jing Ling turned around and continued to follow the woman in front of her who looked like a dead old tree.

Since it is a transaction, what is her transaction with the stall owner?

Other stalls always have currency for trading or bartering, but this stall is different.

In addition, the woman has a clear goal and seems to know all the process steps in advance. It is not like she has never been to a ghost market before.

……

The ghost market is actually more like a long street.

Visitors holding posts enter from one side and exit from the other side.

Jing Ling followed the woman out, and within a few steps she saw a familiar face among the lonely ghosts floating outside - Su Rong.

Anyone who can enter the ghost market will be given short-term yin and yang eyes, and this ability takes effect from the moment they enter the ghost market and disappears from the moment they step out of the ghost market.

Jing Ling watched Su Rong anxiously hovering around the woman, opening and closing her mouth without knowing what to say.

At this moment, Su Rong was not as calm as Jing Ling knew him to be.

But the woman lost her yin and yang eyes, and could not see his figure or hear his words from beginning to end.

The woman's entire figure was hidden in the black robe. She passed through many lonely ghosts silently and gradually disappeared into the dark night.

Jing Ling stopped and looked up at the undulating mountains in the distance. The stars there were pale and seemed to be covered with a thin veil.

As Jing Ling expected, Su Rong didn't come back overnight.

The next day, it rained heavily.

Jing Ling pretended to hold up an umbrella and planned to enter the city. After walking a few steps, she saw Su Rong running towards her with red eyes.

"Jing Ling! Save her!" Su Rong choked.

He saw it yesterday. She had a post about entering the ghost market. She must have a way!

"Save her?" Jing Ling considered the pros and cons in her mind and said truthfully, "She may not be able to be saved."

What attracted her to the woman yesterday was that she didn't have much popularity in her body.

Even without looking at the other person's face, she could guess that it must be a face that could be described as withered wormwood and a gloomy complexion.

In short, she had no desire to live.

No normal person would do this to himself in a good manner.

The reason why she followed the woman was not because she cared about the content of her transaction, but because she cared about the mysterious person or mysterious ghost behind the transaction.

Who on earth led her to come to the ghost market to do such a business.

"That means there is some hope?" Su Rong was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic, "Jing Ling, if you help her, I am willing to give you all the ghost energy in my body!"

Why is ghost energy so rare that it has to be obtained by doing good deeds, accumulating, transforming or plundering?

Because ghost energy will naturally be consumed with actions. When the ghost energy is exhausted, the ghost will be completely wiped out.

No one would be willing to give away the capital they rely on for survival to others.

As if he was afraid that Jing Ling wouldn't believe him, Su Rong said, before transferring his ghost energy to the other party, "I won't lie to you."

Jing Ling shook her head and reached out to stop Su Rong.

Looking up at the other party in confusion, the girl's voice was very soft: "Who is she to you?"

……

City No. [-] Middle School.

Attic roof.

Yao Qing gently pushed open the iron door, took a peek inside, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

In this blue sky and white sun, there is not even a shadow of a ghost. Where is there anyone?

After adjusting her work skirt which was wrinkled due to being too nervous, Yao Qing took out a small mirror and lipstick from her bag, and started to touch up her makeup leisurely.

Maybe someone who was having a bad life was jealous of her behind her back, so she deliberately acted like this.

At this moment, Yao Qing has completely ignored the content of the text message he received yesterday.

Looking at the young and beautiful woman in the mirror, Yao Qing felt very happy. Just as he was about to turn around and go downstairs, he saw a black shadow flash past, and then, a pair of hands stretched out from nowhere and pushed her violently.

With a stagger, Yao Qing fell to the ground.

"You're here, why are you leaving?" A gloomy and hoarse voice sounded slowly.

Yao Qing was hit with a bruised nose and face. Just as she was about to raise her head to argue, she saw a pair of feet suddenly stop in front of her.

Yao Qing was stunned.

what's up?

Wasn't this person behind her just now?

How did she get to the front?

Yao Qing's face hurt badly from the fall, but his brain was still there.

She had been coming to this place often since she was a sophomore in high school. After she graduated and stayed in school, she also liked to come to the top floor from time to time to see the scenery. She remembered that the stairs were obviously very narrow, so she could only pass them by herself, right?

Yao Qing's mind was buzzing. She didn't know who was sending her a text message at this moment, and the mobile phone in her bag made a soft ding-dong sound.

As if he thought of something, Yao Qing was stunned for a moment, and then touched his bag.

But where is the bag?

"What are you looking for?" That extremely unpleasant voice suddenly sounded again, "Is that it?"

Yao Qing's eyes widened, looking at the hand that had reached out to her eyes at some point. The hand was chapped with vicissitudes of life and was currently sliding the screen of her mobile phone.

"Look, the text message is here."