Chapter 181: Re-entering the Ghost Market

Zhangzhou, the Ghost Iron statue quietly appeared among a group of mountains.

Here, the mountains were undulating, and under the night sky, there was no sign of human habitation, as if it were a remote and desolate wilderness.

However, if one listened carefully, one would find that there were occasional dog barks from afar in the night, proving that this was not a place without human traces.

After the Ghost Iron statue arrived here, it first stayed quietly for a period of time, and then it turned its head to carefully observe the situation around it.

After confirming the direction here, the Ghost Iron statue, under Lin Feng's control, flew straight in one direction.

Soon, a vast expanse of white mist appeared in the surroundings, and Lin Feng knew that the yellow mud road leading to the Ghost Market had appeared.

Looking at his feet, he found that it was indeed so; that yellow mud road had appeared under his feet at some point.

"Crack, crack."

This time, Lin Feng did not carry out meaningless probing, but walked straight toward the end of the yellow mud road.

However, this time the scenery on both sides of the road had changed. Walking forward along the yellow mud road, what Lin Feng saw was no longer the desolate village he encountered for the first time, but a stage.

The stage built of wood looked like it had been there for some years, and it looked full of staleness and decay.

Located below the stage were all kinds of benches; some were long benches in the countryside, some were grandmaster chairs, and some were small stools.

These benches added up to about thirty-four, facing the stage in a circle, as if someone were sitting on the benches watching a play.

Lin Feng turned a blind eye to this stage, even if there were faint, melodious singing tones coming to his ears, he did not stop and walked straight toward the end of the yellow mud road.

According to the memory of the sheep herder, if one heard the singing, it meant that the Ghost Play had already begun. Once one got close to the stage, one would uncontrollably sit down to watch the play.

After watching the play, one had to give a reward. As for what the reward was, it was naturally Ghost Money!

If one didn't have enough Ghost Money on one's body, then there was only one end, and that was to become a part of this stage.

Lin Feng was not interested in watching plays. He already had a ghost that could sing, so there was really no need to watch other ghosts sing.

Of course, the most critical reason was that he just wanted to enter the Ghost Market as soon as possible.

However, things went against his wishes. As he continued to move forward, a different scene appeared on the side of the yellow mud road again.

"Woo-woo~"

On the side of the yellow mud road, there was a grave, and in front of this grave, there was a person wearing mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the grave and crying.

Lin Feng could only see the back of these people. As he approached, the crying became more and more miserable. Gradually, he felt that even the Shuangzi Gui was affected to some extent.

The ghost, which should have been without joy or sorrow and without any perception, actually began to shed tears, and Lin Feng's vision became blurred as a result.

"Crack, crack."

However, Lin Feng's control over the Shuangzi Gui was still there, so he immediately ignored it and directly accelerated his forward speed, quickly passing in front of the mourning grave.

As the distance gradually widened, the Shuangzi Gui that had been affected also began to gradually return to normal.

The sheep herder also had relevant memories of that mourning ghost. The power of that ghost was incomparably strange, and no one knew why this ghost appeared on the side of the yellow mud road.

But one thing was certain, and that was that both humans and ghosts would be affected by its crying.

If an ignorant person approached the other party because of its crying, they would be dragged into the grave in front of it in an instant, and there would absolutely be no possibility of survival.

After passing through two strange places in a row, Lin Feng finally arrived at the entrance of the Ghost Market, which was still the same as the original.

The two words "Ghost Market" on the old wooden gate looked like they had been there for I don't know how many years.

As Lin Feng controlled the Shuangzi Gui to step into the Ghost Market, the scene in front of him changed suddenly.

The bluestone road surface and the shops on both sides of the old street were no different from what he saw last time.

"Click, crack, click."

The Ghost Iron statue's metal boots fell on the bluestone, making a hard metal clashing sound, and this sound echoed on the street, sounding a bit harsh.

However, Lin Feng didn't care about this, but quickened his pace and began to search on the street.

This time his main purpose was to buy some corpse oil candles back, and he had no time to waste on the street.

Soon the first shop with a lantern appeared in Lin Feng's eyes, but after he got closer, he found that this was a shop specifically selling paper figures, paper horses, paper sedan chairs, and paper clothes.

Two red lanterns were hung at both ends of this paper figure shop, and the light emitted from the lanterns shone on the paper figures welcoming guests in front of the shop, looking very strange and creepy.

Especially the paper figure welcoming guests was crudely made, and its face was simply drawn randomly with black ink and red ink.

Looking at the stiff smile and straight gaze on the paper figure's face was enough to scare a timid person into peeing.

"Guest, come in and take a look, okay?"

"Boys and girls are five Ghost Money each, paper horses and paper sedan chairs are only eight Ghost Money, and paper clothes, paper flowers, and paper money are one Ghost Money each!"

It seemed that the existence in the shop noticed Lin Feng's gaze, so it took the initiative to introduce it to Lin Feng.

This voice sounded dry and hoarse, but the source of the voice could not be found.

"I also have a lot of paper figures, do you collect them?"

Lin Feng originally wanted to leave directly, but he suddenly thought of something, so he asked toward the shop.

"This shop does not collect outside paper figures."

However, it was clear that the other party was unwilling to do this kind of business, so Lin Feng did not stay and walked straight forward.

Soon the paper figure shop was left behind by Lin Feng, until the last bit of red light disappeared completely, and the light of the next shop slowly appeared in his eyes.

This time, what was hung in front of the shop was a white lantern, but the light emitted was a faint green, illuminating everything around it with a greenish tint.

As Lin Feng walked in here, he also saw clearly what this shop was selling.

In front of the shop was a grass shed, and in the shed were coffins of different colors.

These coffins were of five colors: black, red, white, yellow, and gold. Each coffin looked very old, and the coffin lids were covered with dust. I don't know how many years they hadn't been sold.

"Dong, dong, dong."

Inside the grass shed was a coffin shop. Through the shop door, Lin Feng saw rows of coffins inside, but what made him a bit vigilant was that there was an emaciated old man inside crafting a coffin.

It seemed that he noticed Lin Feng's gaze, and the old man raised his head and looked at him.

Then he continued to lower his head to craft the coffin, and at the same time, a sentence reached Lin Feng's ears: "My coffins are not sold to dead people, you go!"

This sentence sounded a bit nonsensical, but Lin Feng understood that the other party saw through the essence of the Ghost Iron statue with just one glance.

"How do you know I'm not a living person?"

This aroused Lin Feng's interest, because he found that the other party was actually a living person who dared to open a coffin shop in the Ghost Market! ===== CHAPTER 182 =====