The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Lu Zhaoling and the others also stood in front of the long desk.

Those bracelets look ordinary, but if you look closely, you can see a faint glow.

The ghost messenger who was in charge of distributing the bracelets looked particularly serious and majestic in the eyes of the retired emperor and others. He also had a handsome and cold face and looked like a general with high martial arts skills.

However, when they saw Lu Zhaoling, their pupils shrank noticeably and their expressions changed slightly.

"you......"

Why does it look so familiar?

The Emperor and the others were a little surprised and looked at Lu Zhaoling.

No way?

Isn't it said that the Ghost Market and the Netherworld Palace are two separate areas? The ghost officials here are different from those over there.

Could it be that those people also know Lu Zhaoling?

When they saw Lu Zhaoling, they found that she was also quite surprised.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked back.

She didn't recognize the two yin messengers on duty. Even if she had been here in a previous life, she had come in disguise. Back then, she was like a small fish that had entered a busy little market, thinking nothing of anything else but finding what she wanted in the market.

So she didn't know why the two ghost messengers on duty had such expressions when they saw her.

"nothing."

"You look like one."

The two Yincha on duty spoke at the same time, but what they said was different.

Lu Zhaoling's eyes darkened.

"Like what?"

The ghost messenger who said the latter sentence was kicked by his colleague and felt a little annoyed.

"Oh, don't tell me you admitted your mistake." Lu Zhaoling said this lightly before he spoke again.

Rong Jingjing and the others' hearts skipped a beat when they saw her expression.

No way, does Senior Sister want to fight here?

This statement is somewhat threatening.

But can the on-duty Yincha here be threatened by the senior sister?

They didn't recognize the eldest sister, and didn't call her the same way as the two black and white envoys, which meant they had no connections there. Even if they didn't have any connections, could the eldest sister threaten them so easily?

Yin Changxing was not surprised at all, he was just a little helpless.

Xiao Ling'er has been very bold since she was a child.

"Are you a living person?" The ghost's expression was a little stiff, but he still spoke politely, "There are many people in the world who look alike. It's normal that I was shortsighted just now."

"You said I have an ordinary face?" Lu Zhaoling immediately asked back.

On-duty Yincha: “…”

He didn't say that.

With such a beautiful face like hers, how could he dare to go against his conscience and say that she had an ordinary face?

"Xiao Ling'er."

Yin Changxing patted Lu Zhaoling on the shoulder and said, "Let's go to the market first."

There are still many people queuing behind, and these two on-duty ghosts will not run away.

If I ask too clearly now, it will attract attention.

Lu Zhaoling turned her head and saw that in the time it took to say two sentences, a group of people and ghosts had already lined up behind her.

"..."

The on-duty sergeant picked out a bracelet and handed it to her. "How about you put it on yourself?"

Wear it yourself?

Lu Zhaoling raised her eyebrows, took it, and slapped her wrist with the bracelet.

Click.

The bracelet was immediately fastened to her wrist, and with a faint light flashing, a number appeared on it.

sixteen.

Huh?

Lu Zhaoling was a little surprised when he saw the number.

Because she came to the ghost market in her previous life and also wore bracelet number 16.

Is it such a coincidence?

The two Yin messengers on duty looked at each other, both of them with some surprise in their eyes.

Lu Zhaoling stepped aside and waited for others.

Rong Jingjing and the others thought they had to wear the bracelets themselves, but the Yincha on duty did not give them the bracelets.

"Stretch out your hand."

Click.

They just had to stretch out their hands, and the on-duty ghost officer would pick up a bracelet and put it on them.

I don’t know what the bracelet is made of. It doesn’t need to be put on through the fingertips, but just tapped on their wrist to put it on.

When it was Yin Changxing's turn, the two ghost messengers on duty also looked at him twice.

After putting on the bracelet, a number will be displayed.

"You can go in."

Lu Zhaoling and his friends entered the ghost market.

Rong Jingjing looked at the numbers on the bracelets of several people and asked Lu Zhaoling, "Senior Sister, what are these numbers for?"

Lu Zhaoling said, "When you wear this bracelet, it will absorb a trace of your aura. If anything happens in the ghost market and I need to find you, I can just call this number."

"Isn't this as powerful as a modern locator?" Rong Jingjing was a little surprised. "I didn't expect the Ghost Market would have such an idea."

Quite advanced.

Lu Zhaoling's heart moved, "Let me see your number."

Everyone stretched out their hands in front of her for her to see.

Yin Changxing’s, thirty.

The numbers of others were all four-digit numbers, but the emperor's was three-digit numbers, 139.

"I think the two on-duty policemen just picked up the bracelets at random. They shouldn't be numbered in order," said Frog Brother.

However, Lu Song didn't think so.

He looked back and saw that several people behind him were also holding up their wristbands to check. Their numbers were also four digits.

"Let me see the others."

The retired emperor was also a little curious. He was old and thick-skinned, so he retreated to the long table and watched the on-duty ghost put bracelets on other people.

Lu Zhaoling and the others walked forward slowly.

Being in this ghost market felt more like visiting a night market. The shops on both sides and the stalls on the roadside were filled with all kinds of things, many of which they could not identify at first glance.

Rong Jingjing and the others felt that their eyes were not enough.

The streets and alleys crisscrossed each other, and the area around me gradually became lively. Various sounds increased, but there was no one shouting.

They even saw someone performing in front of them, breathing fire and creating flowers and sugar figures.

Many people gathered around to watch the fun.

Rong Jingjing was stunned when she saw this.

"Big Sister, are there performers in the ghost market?"

Before Lu Zhaoling could answer, an old man's voice came from the side.

"What's so strange about this? Some people accidentally stumble into the ghost market and can't get back. They don't have anything to sell, so they can only perform to earn money so they can hire someone to take them back."

Rong Jingjing cried out and turned her head to look. She saw an old man with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his body slightly hunched, sitting on a small stool without even raising his head, guarding a small stall.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Some people lost money gambling here, or had their belongings and money stolen. Some were beaten so badly they couldn't even remember how to get home. There are all kinds of people here. The ghost market has been quite volatile in recent years, so you better be careful."

And such?

"Thank you, old man. We will be careful." Rong Jingjing replied.

She had a good heart, and since the old man seemed to be having a hard time and had taken the initiative to tell her all this, she wanted to go and see his stall to see what there was to buy.

Before Lu Zhaoling could stop her, she had already stood in front of the old man's stall.

"What are you selling, uncle?"

When she asked this question, her eyes just fell on the stall.

When she saw this, she almost blurted out "Fuck".