This group of players is more cunning than cunning

after one day.

early morning.

Duang~Duang~’s voice echoed throughout Lingzhuang.

Ning Zheng woke up from her sleep.

Are those blacksmiths going down the mountain?

After listening carefully, I realized that it was the sound of gongs and drums outside, it was very lively, and there were people setting off firecrackers.

Yes, there are firecrackers.

For hundreds of years, people have maintained their behavior and daily life as before, and they can still farm, raise pigs, and spin textiles, so they are not allowed to make firecrackers?

“It’s Chinese New Year, it’s Chinese New Year!”

Early in the morning, Ning Qiaoqiao knocked on the door, "Aunt Li next door told me that the New Year's Market is open, let's play in the New Year's Market."

Ning Zheng was in a daze.

I am one year older when I come into this world.

That group of blacksmiths came more than a week ago, and they were a group of fierce and resolute men. They killed crows as soon as they came, and now they are celebrating an auspicious year.

The blacksmiths are busy these days!

Fortunately, I have a day off today, so I can have some fun and relax.

After Ning Zheng thought for a moment, she nodded, got dressed and washed up, "Let's go, let's go to the market and have fun today."

Ning Xiaoxiao is an earth-bound spirit, and can't go far even if it's connected to its roots.

But the annual market is in the next village, and Ning Qianqian can also go there.

"Same, let's go out."

After he finished speaking, Ning Zheng looked at her luck today.

The luck value of 500 suddenly increased to 527, while Ning Qianqian's luck value of 105 directly increased to an exaggerated level of 251.

"It's a good start for the Chinese New Year, which is a good sign!"

Ning Zheng understood that there was no danger in this trip to Nianshi, but rather some kind of opportunity.

I don’t know which fellow countryman is so polite?

He has 500 luck, and it is normal for him to have various small fortunes.

A few years ago, the first time he went to the market, he successfully picked up the trap and got the basic practice method before entering the practice.

To outsiders, it’s a mighty night march of a hundred ghosts! Yin soldiers are crossing the border!

A traveler encounters it while passing through the mountains and narrowly escapes death!

But Ning Zheng is different. He has been pretending to be dead for a long time among his fellow villagers, which makes him very fond of the ghost market.

A narrow escape?

I'm lucky, as long as I'm not dead or alive, I'm safe.

On the contrary, I felt that although my fellow villagers looked like I was fierce, they were lucky enough to be fierce and cute, and they were able to save enough 200,000 start-up capital for me.

He packed his luggage, put his bronze sword on his back, and called Ning Qianqiao to go out.

There were more people in the village than usual, coming and going.

Carrying large and small bags on his back, he seemed to be preparing to go to the market and join in the fun.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it is extremely terrifying. Ning Zheng is accustomed to the horror movie perspective of occasionally twisting her tongue, popping her eyes, and falling off her head.

"Aunt Li, go buy dried earthworms."

Ning Zheng said hello and walked over.

The mountain road is quite easy to walk.

Ning Zheng and Ning Qianqiao had nothing to do, looking at the scenery, and walked to the New Year Market.

When we came to the street, there were shops on both sides, and the surroundings were lively.

The grounds are filled with stalls.

Many people wear ethnic minority costumes, and some men and women are well-educated and have golden rice braids. Occasionally, there are people dancing lions and singing folk songs.

Ning Qianqiao was very happy and took the French money to buy things everywhere. After all, the French money was rarely used by ordinary people, but it was not uncollected.

Live pigs, live chickens and ducks were also squawking in the cages.

"Tanghulu, big and sweet candied haws."

"Would you like to try our Daohua wine? It's brewed from our daughter's Daohua wine. The grains of spiritual rice are full."

"For fortune telling, look at the auspicious days of the zodiac..."

...

The surrounding sounds were very lively.

As for what they sell?

It looks beautiful, but it's a ghost hiding its eyes.

The monk covered his eyes with spiritual energy and knew what their candied haws and cakes were.

Of course, a small number of products are also genuine.

For example, clay pots and cloth are produced and sold according to the daily routine of life.

However, items for the dead that are stained with yin energy are not good for your health.

"I want to buy a chicken." Ning Qianqian said.

"If you want to buy it, go ahead and remember to exchange the French money for silver." Ning Zheng casually echoed from behind. One French money can be exchanged for a lot of silver, and the purchasing power is very high.

When I brought those pigs, chickens and ducks back, I found that they were just as strange as the villagers. They were just empty bubbles with a yin energy, and they were domestic animals that died together with the villagers.

The earth-bound spirits of chickens, ducks, and pigs that have lived for a hundred years will dissipate on their own when the distance is far away.

Ning Zheng doesn't want to eat.

Ning Qiaoqiao ate it with gusto. She thought she was alive, and the pig thought she was alive... but it was actually edible!

But it is still a breath of air.

No nutrition, just appetite.

As spooks, they still have to eat living creatures, the kind with flesh and blood. This is their instinct, so they will harm living people.

Don't look at Ning Zheng saying hello to her fellow villagers and getting along peacefully. That's because they are old acquaintances. If someone else accidentally entered this ghost market, it would be interesting. Murder is everywhere!

It's very easy to anger them.

For example, if you buy a pig, you have to pay for it yourself.

If you don't want to, stuff your whole body and blood into the pig's vacuole, turn the pig into a physical pig, take it home, and kill the pig for meat.

But Ning Zheng has never seen a few people enter by mistake in all these years.

The only few slave blacksmiths on the mountain offended the old steward and were thrown down the mountain. They thought they were free and went shopping happily, but they were stuffed into pigs and taken away by the pig seller.

As for why Ning Zheng didn't save the other party?

He was bullied on the mountain, and he was not the kind of fool who repaid kindness with hatred.

It's so dangerous here. Save an enemy and bring him with you. What if you get hurt or deliberately tricked yourself?

Furthermore, you can’t even get enough to eat and fish, and you’re still a burden?

It would be better for him to be the only living person in Lingzhuang.

"Come on, let's go shopping there." Ning Qianqian bought a beautiful hairpin at the stall, stood up and went to another stall.

...

On the Sword Making Villa.

"Look, fireworks!"

In front of the blacksmith shop, several blacksmiths' eyes lit up.

They had noticed before that the mountains were getting more and more lively and festive, and it might be a festival, but looking at the situation, it was really going to be the New Year.

Mainly a celebration!

"The market has begun and we have no time!"

In the open space, Su Yuniang said to everyone: "Everyone has been studying for a few days. I believe that all the top students have a good understanding. Today we are going to realize our true intentions, bloom three flowers, and switch to the hidden profession, Enchanter!"

"People are setting off fireworks at the bottom of the mountain, but there are three fireworks above our heads!"

"I'm dazzled and have already reserved a stall spot at the mountain market. Other blacksmiths who want to set up street stalls and do business, follow me!"

"Don't be afraid of death. After you die, just log in again and choose a new race, human race!"

...

soon.

The first batch of more than thirty money boys, money lolita, sat cross-legged with their eyes slightly closed.

With peace of mind, I began to plant spiritual roots, open the bridge between heaven and earth, feel the spiritual energy, and want to become a monk.

boom! !

After a while, the world was connected, and a huge amount of information from the world began to pour into the three windows of the brain.

They can only grit their teeth and stick to their hearts.

The ancient remnants of turbid air in the air, carrying a large amount of remnants of heaven and earth, poured into their minds, starting to drive them crazy and lose their will.

"Hahaha, that's it, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net That's it!"

Someone shouted, and a delicate flower of nothingness bloomed on his head, followed by a second flower of nothingness.

When the third flower bloomed, the whole person's head melted rapidly, revealing a kind and comfortable smile, as if possessed by something, and turned into a low and crazy old voice:

"The head is the shackles of the will."

"Reason is the prisoner of the soul, only madness can free one's nature!!"

He raised his head and let out a hoarse roar that resounded throughout the villa, as if he wanted to vent all the accumulated madness in this way.

"Master Tao, I've realized it! I'm free!"

Wow.

His whole body softened, and his head bloomed like a rose. He stood up and took several steps forward crazily. Then he fell to the ground and died.

Next to him, another person was sitting cross-legged. Wisps of heaven and earth energy poured into the three flowers on the top. The top of the head was about to condense the three natal flowers of essence, energy and spirit.

The first flower is completed,

The second flower becomes...

The third flower suddenly collapsed, petals shattered, and flames burned!

This blacksmith also seemed to be possessed by something at this moment, making people feel the temperament of a down-and-out ancient scholar.

"Hahaha, I, Fan Zhijin, have been studying for thirty years, and it's done. It's finally opened. The Immortal Gate is finally open!!"

"Grow spiritual roots and enjoy freedom, break free from the head cage and return to freedom!!"

He transformed into a scholar with a distorted face, laughed loudly, suddenly tore his head open, and fell to the ground dead. Before he died, he was still muttering, "Head cage~!! Head cage!!~"

Several people nearby were recording silently, their brows furrowing deeper and deeper:

"They don't even know who they are... Three flowers bloom, and they don't know who I am."

Unexpectedly, the first step into the fairy gate in this world would be more weird and dangerous than imagined.