Chapter 35

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Even though he had expected it, Zhao Zhu still felt a wave of nausea when he saw the bowl of maggots suddenly appear before him. Fortunately, he had only been chasing Yan Xing and the others for the past few hours and hadn't eaten anything except for a little water, so he just felt a surge of nausea in his chest, but he didn't vomit.

"Hehe, buddy, did you run into trouble on the way?" Li Liangjian tossed a handkerchief to Zhao Zhu. "Wipe yourself off. There's blood around your nose, eyebrows, and ears. What's going on? Are you bleeding from all seven orifices? That's a bit too tragic."

Zhao Zhu lowered his head and started wiping himself with the handkerchief. He had already cleaned up a bit earlier, but in the dark and in a hurry, he couldn't have cleaned his face thoroughly. He could only blame himself for being so badly affected by the female ghost in the flower sedan. However, at this moment, Zhao Zhu was also thinking about how Huang Tianshi was doing. That female ghost was so fierce; could Huang Tianshi escape from her?

"What are we doing here?" Since Yan Xing and the others were sitting here, in a place that could be called a "ghost den," there must be a reason.

Li Liangjian, still playing with a lighter, replied, "This is the Ghost Market. We're not far from the ancient tomb, but we don't know its exact location or how to enter it. We don't have professional tomb raiders, and we don't have time to dig a new tunnel, so we have to come to the nearby Ghost Market to make a deal. We pay a price to get the information we need. We left you behind because we noticed a change in the ghostly aura, and Brother Xing deduced that a Ghost Market would open here. We were afraid of being late, so we came first."

No matter whether this explanation was intentional or not, Zhao Zhu couldn't express any dissatisfaction. He just smiled.

The Ghost Market usually opens at night, like the Panjiayuan night market in Beijing, which can also be called a Ghost Market. However, Zhao Zhu understood that the Ghost Market he was in was a real one because there were indeed ghosts here!

If Zhao Zhu had the interest, he could smear some ox tears on his eyes and look around. The thrill would be much more exciting than entering a haunted house in an amusement park.

The Ghost Market can be held in a tavern or other places, but it must be a place where people or ghosts can enter and exit easily.

For example, in modern times, with the change in transportation, many Ghost Markets have been held on buses. Buses stop at stations, and people get on and off, which fits the requirements. Therefore, there have been many ghost encounters on buses in modern times. Ignoring the fabricated stories, some well-documented events are likely due to someone boarding a bus where a Ghost Market was being held.

Of course, if a living person accidentally enters a Ghost Market and doesn't foolishly make a deal with the ghosts, they might just get sick and be fine. If they are greedy and make a deal with the ghosts, the outcome is usually very tragic. However, some experts in mysticism deliberately seek out these Ghost Markets to make deals with the underground world. They have the ability to protect themselves, like the people sitting at the table. Zhao Zhu could see from their faces that they were completely fearless and had no worries or fears about entering a ghost den.

After a moment, a dwarf with an abacus in hand walked up the stairs and his gaze fell on the group at Zhao Zhu's table.

Yan Xing immediately took out a joss stick, which lit itself. He flipped his hand, and the joss stick fell to the ground, standing upright in the floor crack.

The dwarf's lips twitched, and he walked over, looking at Yan Xing with a hint of caution. "You are a disciple of the Daoist school. Why would someone like you come to our Ghost Market?"

"Cut the crap and get to the deal."

"Hehe, quite high and mighty, huh? Speak up, what do you want, and I'll set the price."

"Nearby, there is a large tomb. I need its exact coordinates and the method to enter it."

"Ji ji, you actually want to go there?"

"Is there a problem?"

"I've seen many people and ghosts enter, but none have come back alive. Even the ghosts who went there never returned."

"I told you, you talk too much. This is the second time I'm reminding you." Yan Xing's face was very stern.

"Tsk tsk, I'm just trying to help. Don't be ungrateful. Alright, I can tell you the location and the method to enter, but I need something in return. I don't know if you have it."

"One liang of Fu Lu Shou." Yan Xing said.

"What, you really have it!" The dwarf was very surprised, but his face also showed greed. Clearly, Fu Lu Shou was something that interested him.

"Here, take it." Yan Xing flicked his wrist, and a black, jelly-like object flew out.

The dwarf caught it with both hands, licked it with his tongue, and then put it away with great joy. He said eagerly, "I have a silk scroll here that records the exact location and entrance. Rest assured, I do business here and always treat everyone fairly. You can trust me."

"Actually, I don't trust you, but I trust myself. To be honest, if I can't find the place and enter it in the next two days, I might die. So, if I find out you lied to me before I die, I'll even give up my Daoist powers to open a heavenly eye, so the heavens can see your existence. I might just take you with me to the grave." Yan Xing said seriously.

The dwarf's knees buckled, and he knelt down, saying sincerely, "Sir, you're joking. Even without the Fu Lu Shou you gave me, I wouldn't ruin my reputation."

"Alright, you can go."

"Yes, yes, I'll go, I'll go." The dwarf got up and ran down the stairs.

Yan Xing looked at the group and said, "We shouldn't delay. Let's get moving."

The group didn't say anything, just quietly packed up their things and got up, following Yan Xing down the stairs and out of the tavern. Before leaving, Yan Xing paid, but he burned the money, and the waiter watched with a smile.

Without stopping or waiting for anyone, Yan Xing led the group according to the map on the silk scroll given by the dwarf. It was clear that everyone's mindset was similar; they didn't want to wait for those who would slow them down. Completing their own tasks was the most important thing.

Zhao Zhu, clearly the lowest in status, experience, and probably strength among the five, was being as low-key as possible, following the group silently.

On the way, they encountered two dangerous situations, but Yan Xing handled them alone. Zhao Zhu didn't even get a clear look at what they were before Yan Xing called for the group to continue.

This was the strength of a veteran who had crossed four task worlds, indeed terrifying. Of course, Zhao Zhu's acquaintances, Xiong Zhiqi and Zhu Jianping, were also very powerful, especially Zhu Jianping. When he was serious, his destructive power was astonishing. However, in a ghost-related task world, Daoist-type enhancers seemed to be more at ease.

At a mountain pass, Yan Xing stopped. The sky was already turning light, and it was daytime again.

"Here, this should be the location of the ancient tomb. However, we need to wait until night and the stars come out to determine the exact location of the tomb. Everyone, rest now and prepare for the night."

The group began to find places to rest nearby. Zhao Zhu took out compressed cookies and water and started eating. He hadn't eaten properly for two days, so he was very hungry.

Shi Chong took a dagger and went back into the forest. He returned shortly with a snake, and Xiao Ge set up a small fire to barbecue it.

Li Liangjian, still wearing his sunglasses, ate some food and then leaned against a tree to nap.

Yan Xing sat cross-legged and entered a meditative state, the gentle breeze not disturbing his peace.

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