Chapter 182: Yin God Dharma Bone

Hearing this, the old man who was making the coffin raised his head again. This time, his somewhat clouded eyes became somewhat crimson.

These eyes looked somewhat similar to Su Xiao's eyes back then, but Lin Feng could feel a special strange fluctuation spreading to the Ghost Iron statue.

"Hmph, entrusting consciousness to a ghost, if you're not a dead person, what are you?"

"Get out quickly, old man, otherwise the coffin in front of me won't be polite!"

As his voice fell, several black coffins began to make a "clatter, clatter, clatter" sound, as if fingernails were scratching the coffin lids.

Faintly, one could see that these black coffins had been opened a crack, and then strong strangeness and malice permeated from the coffins.

Seeing this, Lin Feng shook his head slightly and turned to leave, but in his heart, he felt somewhat satisfied with his probing.

Because even this old man who could open a coffin shop in the Ghost Market didn't figure out his background.

Continuing along the dim street, Lin Feng could feel ghosts passing by his side, but due to the particularity of this Ghost Market, these ghosts seemed not to see him.

After passing through a clothing store, a noodle shop, and a mask shop one after another, Lin Feng finally saw the familiar candle shop.

Approaching this shop, one could still smell that disgusting, sticky, and foul odor. On the shop counter were three types of candles: red candles, white candles, and black candles.

The shop was pitch black, but one could still see the shadows of pots, bowls, and stoves.

As Lin Feng approached, the voice he had heard before reached his ears again: "Red candles are ten coins, white candles are twenty coins, black candles are a hundred coins. Which kind do you want?"

This voice was hoarse and dry, harsh and unpleasant like metal rubbing, but what made Lin Feng a bit unhappy was that this time the other party's quote was actually twice as expensive as last time!

"Why is it so much more expensive!?"

So Lin Feng asked him with some dissatisfaction.

This time he came to trade properly, but the other party actually raised the price directly!

"Less corpse oil, candles raise the price!"

Hearing Lin Feng's question, the candle shop responded, which sounded reasonable!

"Two red candles!"

Lin Feng remembered that the Tanshi Gui seemed to have eaten a lot of the corpse oil in that black pot last time, so he suppressed the anger in his heart and directly took out twenty Ghost Coins and placed them on the shop counter.

Then he took the two red candles from the counter by the way. As for the other candles, Lin Feng didn't need them for now.

"Hehe, thank you!"

Then the Ghost Coins Lin Feng placed on the counter were taken away by a black shadow, and at the same time, a sound similar to a dry laugh reached Lin Feng's ears.

"Crack, crack."

Although he was still a bit unhappy, Lin Feng turned and left. Next, he had to go to that pawnshop to see, and he didn't have much time to waste here.

After leaving the candle shop, he continued along the Ghost Street. After passing the food shop, Lin Feng arrived at the location he had reached last time.

However, to reach the pawnshop, he had to continue moving forward. The fact that the pawnshop appeared directly last time was not a normal situation.

After passing through two more streets, Lin Feng finally saw the pawnshop in the depths of the Ghost Market.

This pawnshop didn't have anything outstanding on the surface, and one could see similar places in the room.

However, the pawnshop located in the depths of the Ghost Market gave people a special sense of oppression.

Two red lanterns were hung in front of the pawnshop, reflecting the black wooden boards of the pawnshop and the dim, decaying plaque. No one knew how long this shop had existed.

At this time, the pawnshop was still open, and dim light seeped out from the shop door. This dim light was completely different from the pitch-black environment outside the Ghost Market.

As Lin Feng approached, he could feel how special the light shining on the street through the shop door was.

Just looking at this light gave people an inexplicable sense of peace, as if walking into the shop was like going home.

According to the sheep herder's memory, he entered the Ghost Market by mistake back then. He didn't dare to enter other shops because of fear, but only this pawnshop made him walk in almost instinctively.

In the end, he sold half of himself to the pawnshop and became a "Zaochu Ze" (livestock-making thief) of the pawnshop, specifically going to the human world to turn living people into livestock in exchange for Ghost Money.

"Living people die pawned, dead people live pawned."

"Born with nothing, die with nothing."

Looking at the familiar couplet at the shop entrance, Lin Feng thought for a while and stepped into it directly.

"Pitter-patter~"

As soon as he entered the pawnshop, a series of abacus sounds reached Lin Feng's ears.

"Eight characters are weak, worth three coins!"

"Missing gold in fate, cheap life is two coins."

"Ox and horse appearance, bitter labor is eight coins."

"..."

At the same time, there were inexplicable words reaching Lin Feng's ears.

But as long as one looked in the direction of the sound, one could see one person after another, either dazed or painful, passing in front of a small window.

As each of them passed, a number would be reported from the pitch-black window.

And on the other side of the window was a man similar to the sheep herder, but this man was dressed as a yamen runner, with a curved knife hanging from his waist, and a chain in his hand, the other end of which was connected to those living people respectively.

Just by taking a look, Lin Feng understood that this was another "sheep herder," but he looked more like a yamen runner detaining prisoners than a sheep herder herding cattle and sheep.

Soon the abacus sound stopped, and those who had been accounted for also disappeared in the pawnshop, leaving only the yamen runner happily taking the Ghost Money obtained from the small window and leaving.

"What do you want to pawn?"

At the same time, the small window in the shop also made a sound, asking the Ghost Iron statue standing in the shop.

"This!"

Lin Feng naturally knew the rules of this pawnshop, so he directly took out the "bone" he obtained from the Yinjian and placed it on the counter.

"Eh?"

Seeing what Lin Feng took out, a withered hand covered with corpse spots immediately reached out from the pitch-black small window and grabbed the "bone."

"Pitter-patter~"

"Yin God Dharma Bone, three thousand Ghost Coins!"

Sure enough, the owner of this pawnshop knew this thing. Lin Feng couldn't help but smile after hearing him say the four words "Yin God Dharma Bone."

"What is the origin and use of this thing? If you can tell me, then I'll pawn it!"

Subsequently, Lin Feng directly asked the small window. According to Lin Feng's estimation, there were still many such so-called Yin God Dharma Bones in the Yinjian. If he could figure out the function and origin of this thing, it wouldn't be a loss to pawn it.

"..."

Hearing Lin Feng's question, the small window became quiet, as if thinking about whether it should tell Lin Feng.

"Living people eat it, certain death!"

"Dead people are buried with it, Dharma body gradually forms."

"Sages seek it, Shenren hate it."

"Yin God Dharma Bone, strangeness does not exist!"

As time gradually passed, four inexplicable words came from the small window, and then a money bag full of Ghost Coins was pushed out from the small window.

Clearly, this meant that the owner of the pawnshop had told Lin Feng the origin and function of this so-called Yin God Dharma Bone. ===== CHAPTER 183 =====