"What does it mean to penetrate a sheep at a hundred paces? Where is the sheep?"

The person next to him was obviously a frequent visitor to the Ghost Market. He looked excited through his mask and pointed at the woman in the cage:

"I can tell you're a new customer. This is it! Two-legged sheep, these are carefully selected young melons, guaranteed to be sweet."

Another regular customer said to the two men, "Ten taels of silver to buy an arrow. Shoot it into the hair and you can take it away."

Sang Wan's face turned cold: "This is obviously a human."

The regulars scoffed, "This is a ghost market. We're all here to have fun. Why would we care?"

As he spoke, he squeezed forward: "Boss, give me one."

Baili Xi squeezed over from the back and said, "Ah Wan, why are you running so fast? I almost lost you."

"Look, it's absolutely lawless."

As Sang Wan was speaking, a circle had formed around the iron cage. The ghost market patrons who had paid for arrows stood outside the designated red line and shot arrows at the iron cage.

The flying arrows had no arrowheads, but they were shot with great force. Many of them missed their targets and some of them hit the iron bars and fell to the ground, while others hit the woman in the cage.

The woman was in pain and sobbing uncontrollably.

The sobbing did not attract sympathy from the onlookers at the ghost market, but instead made them excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. More and more people paid money to buy arrows, and Sang Wan couldn't help but feel disappointed.

She pulled Baili Xi's sleeve and whispered in his ear:

"You said this ghost market is beyond our control, but this blatant treatment of people as two-legged sheep is really too much! Look at the silk she's wearing, she's not an ordinary woman. Think of a way."

"Don't just look at the surface." Baili Xi looked around through the mask, then carefully looked at the bows and arrows in the hands of those people, lowered his head and whispered:

"Look at that arrow. It's been tampered with. You can't hit it no matter what you do. This is a trap."

"What do you mean?" Sang Wan was a little confused. "If we can't hit the target at all, won't we be exposed?"

"Take a closer look." Baili Xi smiled wickedly:

"After seventeen or eighteen rounds, when we've earned enough money, there will definitely be a chosen one who will be shot with one arrow. Do you believe it?"

Although Sang Wan was playful, he was also worried that it might not be a trap, so he decided to wait and see.

"We're full anyway, let's watch it to the end, just to help digest the food."

"Come on, play a game? Let's see if your archery skills have improved." Baili Xi took out ten taels of silver and threw it to the stall owner.

The stall owner grinned and handed over the bamboo bow and arrow with both hands: "Thank you for your support. Please take it and aim carefully. I wish you a perfect shot."

Sang Wan was a little amused and said, "Baili Xi, ten taels is still money."

Since it was a trap, why was she so eager to give money to others? Besides, she couldn't bear to shoot the poor man with an arrow.

"Try it." Baili Xi handed her the bow and arrow. "If you hit it, you can take it away. That will put your mind at ease. If you fail, we can just watch the show."

Sang Wan took a deep breath and looked down at the arrow.

"This arrow is so light." Sang Wan weighed it and found it was much lighter than an ordinary arrow.

After removing the arrowhead, the top of the arrow body is just a flat cross-section, which makes it quite difficult to hit the bun.

Sure enough, when Sang Wan held the bow, the arrow lost its power halfway through its flight and fell just after it hit the iron fence.

"Very good, you've made some progress. At least you can hit the target." Baili Xi teased her.

Sang Wan rolled her eyes at him and retorted with her tongue out, "The apprentice is incompetent, it's the master who is incompetent."

When they arrived in the capital, Baili Xi volunteered to teach her archery. Although she improved, half of her ten arrows still hit the target.

Looking at the ghost market goers participating in the Hundred Steps Sheep Crossing around, they were almost the same as Sang Wan.

After more than ten rounds of arrow rain, most of the arrows fell to the ground through the iron fence, and a few of them hit the woman through the gaps in the fence. The partially exposed backs of her hands and legs immediately became red, swollen and blue, but no one hit her hair.

Baili Xi crossed his arms and nudged Sang Wan with his elbow: "Look, the Archer of Destiny is here tonight."

Sure enough, a short and fat man wearing black arrow sleeves, holding a bamboo bow and standing in horse stance, shot the arrow like a dragon, straight into the woman's bun.

The onlookers at the ghost market exclaimed in surprise and beat their chests, wondering how such an insignificant person could have taken the lead.

"Oh, it's like a flower planted in cow dung."

Some people who were unwilling to give up gritted their teeth.

The short, fat man put his hands on his hips and laughed: "You guys are not as skilled as me, so why are you so jealous? I won the beauty by relying on my strength!"

The stall owner lowered the cage and it landed on the ground with a thud. The short and fat man strode towards the cage and pulled the woman out.

Only then did Sang Wan see that the woman had an iron ring around her neck and an iron chain connected to the shackles on her hands.

The stall owner handed the ten taels of silver back to the short and fat man with both hands: "This is your money, I will return it in full."

The onlookers at the ghost market were envious, this was a win-win situation!

The woman was being led away barefoot by the man, stumbling and crying like an animal, which made people feel pity for her.

Sang Wan couldn't bear it: "Is this true?"

"You'll find out if you keep up."

Baili Xi held her hand, skillfully keeping a distance from her, but always keeping the man within his sight.

The road to the ghost market twisted and turned beyond these two streets, like a maze. After passing through several narrow paths, the short and fat man pulled the woman into a cave.

Baili Xi pulled Sang Wan close to the cave wall and hid in the shadows.

The short, fat man uncuffed the woman and said, "With all the excitement tonight, I figured I'd make at least three or four hundred taels."

"So many?" The woman dropped the chain, combed her hair with her fingers, revealing a fair and tender face.

His facial features were not beautiful, but when put together they were quite regular, especially his eyes, which were round, dark, and bright, and looked very energetic.

Sang Wan estimated that her age could not be more than twenty years old.

The short, fat man threw away his outer robe. "Put it on. Don't let anyone see you later."

"It doesn't matter if you see me, who can recognize me, hehe."

The woman sneered, and gently moved her hand upwards from her lower jaw, tearing off a layer of skin.

Sang Wan gasped, realizing that this fair and tender face was fake.

"I have to say, your disguise skills have become more and more advanced. Even I felt heartbroken when I saw your face today. No wonder those men were so crazy about taking you back."

The short and fat man glanced at the woman as he spoke, his eyes fixed on her exposed neck.

The woman snorted coldly and put on her outer robe. Her face was dim in the weak candlelight.

Her real skin color is wheat-colored, but her skin texture is delicate and her nose is straight. She is not beautiful, but she has a heroic spirit of a man who has made his way through the world.

Sang Wan always felt that this face was inexplicably familiar, but she really couldn't remember where she had seen it.

"Look again, and I'll dig out your eyeballs."

The short, fat man looked away awkwardly, then took a few sips from the pot of tea on the wooden table.

"What's wrong with a few glances from one of our own? If I hadn't picked you up from the street, you wouldn't even know where to beg for food now."

"Oh, Tian Wushu, stop flattering yourself. It's true that I used to beg on the streets, but I was happy. If you hadn't tricked me into joining the pirate ship, why would I come to this ghost market? What's the difference between cheating and begging now?"

The man remained silent. The woman sneered:

"At the beginning, we agreed to let me go once I earned a thousand taels. Now I have earned more than a thousand taels, tens of thousands of taels."

Tian Wuju seemed a little annoyed: "You bitch, you still want to be a saint. You've already got a lot of this money. Yanhong, stop being so ungrateful."

"Oh, you're still angry." Yan Hong sneered, "Am I being ungrateful or are you being ungrateful? I'm going to have a good talk with you today."

An old man emerged from the inner room of the cave. He was not wearing a mask, had a thin face, and a pair of eyes as shrewd as a mouse. "You're arguing right after coming back? What are you arguing about?"

"Dad." The short, fat man stood up to greet him with drooping eyebrows and eyes. "This is no joke."

Yan Hong curled her lips, too lazy to pay attention. She just leaned lazily against the back of the chair, staring at the lights in a daze, with half of her face slightly tilted, and there was a playful black mole under the corner of her eye.

A bolt of lightning struck Sang Wan's mind.

She finally remembered who this woman looked like.

"Yanhong, what do you think about what I told you yesterday?" asked the old man.

"I haven't considered it." Yan Hong lowered her eyes. "I'm used to being lazy and I don't want to get married."

"The city lord sincerely wants to marry you. In this ghost market, everyone depends on the city lord's favor to make a living. It is your blessing that he likes you, but you are still taking advantage of him." Tian Wuju said.

"Sure. If you want me to marry you, fine. I told you, I'll marry whoever helps me find my brother."

Yan Hong flicked her fingertips, blew a breath with a smile, and raised her eyebrows with a playful look in her eyes:

"Tell Wang Dana to show his ability as the Lord of Ghost City, and don't let me look down on him."

Tian Wushu grabbed some peanuts from the dishes on the table, threw them into the air, caught them in his mouth, chewed them, and said with a smile:

"Over the years, you've asked the Beggars' Sect to find quite a few places. If I were to ask you, your brother might have died a long time ago. Even though we've argued a lot over the years, we've been friends for seven or eight years. It's not a bad thing for you to call me brother."

"Get out." Yan Hong picked up the ceramic bowl and threw it over.

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