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"I said, the evil ghost shouldn't use a gourd today, but he can use a talisman, so it's convenient to sell it back and sell it. ('Little 'say'""

There was no one around on the long street. Bazahu floated in the air and looked at us on the ground. He was still shocked when he looked at his face. Although the Bazahu in front of him was obviously younger than him, the heroic spirit between his eyebrows and the contours of his face were exactly the same. This is himself.

"Is it a fantasy?"

Bazahu looked around strangely and thought nervously.

"Why are you going to sell it again? Are you so short of money? I think you should be able to be saved, otherwise these dead souls will be too pitiful. You don't know. Once you are bought by major sects, there is no difference between these dead souls and never reborn."

Bazahu whispered, seemingly disagreeing with my approach.

"I correct you, it's not a dead soul or a ghost. There is a big difference between the two. This dead soul is transformed by the soul after death. As long as the resentment is not severe, it will not become a ghost, and some even die with satisfaction. After falling into the underworld, they can be reincarnated directly. We will not deal with this kind of ghost, and if we catch it, it means being able to be saved. However, evil ghosts are different. They are deeply resentful, especially when they wander into the human world to harm people, which means they are not responsible. Of course, we cannot give up on such a person who is not responsible. Not only do we have to seal it, but it will be destroyed directly if it annoys me."

I muttered.

Bazahu's memory does not have these pictures, but he is not unfamiliar. I have always heard from me before that we met each other in the last life and are still good brothers. However, Bazahu's cultivation has never been able to return to the level of the past, which requires time to practice and opportunity to assist. Rome was not built in one day. However, these pictures once existed in his mind after all. Therefore, he is still familiar with it. He begged the Bai Du Hei * Rock * Gu

"Okay okay, I can't tell you, let's go. We secretly do private work tonight. If your godmother Dulong real person discovers this, you won't break your legs! Go back quickly..."

The Bazaarhu on the ground muttered.

"No, today I heard that there were several major sects responsible for purchasing in the Ghost Market. We hid our identities and sold this evil ghost. We made some pocket money, and my godmother gave me some pocket money every month. It was really a little bit. I don't necessarily pretend to be poor every time I went to school. Let's stop talking nonsense, I'll arrive after a few streets."

I pulled Bazahu and walked forward quickly. At this time, I looked at the sky and the moon, and it should have been almost eleven o'clock in the evening. This was also the most lively time in the ghost market.

There was a yin energy at the door. Two big men stood in front of the iron gate, with amulets hanging around their necks, as if they were collecting tickets and registering for entry. The dark warehouse behind them was where the ghost market was located. There was a sign hanging on the iron gate, which read the entry fee. 10,000.

This made many individual customers who were still queuing up to enter the venue and waiting to enter the venue were very dissatisfied and shouted: "I don't usually charge money, at most one or two hundred. Today, I jumped to 10,000 yuan. You guys are robbing money!"

"That's right, I'm going to start the price on the ground, and Is there any morality? Just enter the market with 10,000 yuan, and I'm crazy about money!"

The two big men who were collecting money at the venue smiled coldly and shouted: "The ones behind are following, don't fucking nonsense. The entrance fee is 10,000. If you talk nonsense, we will jump to 50,000. If you are poor, get out of the way. If you can't afford it, get out of the way! Tell you, today several major sects come to collect ghosts, and one will be more than 100,000 yuan. If there are top-notch evil spirits, the one will be millions. If you don't even want to give out 10,000 yuan, will we deduct it or you deduct it!"

This is right. The ghost market has always been a profitable industry. The main reason is that the risk of catching ghosts is too high, and people will die at any time. There are many ghosts who are surrounded by ghost kings. If you accidentally catch the ghost king, then you will wait for the whole family to die. Therefore, the business of sealing ghosts is not easy to do, and selling ghosts is a big deal for all. There are no people in the ghost market on weekdays. The main reason is that today, the big sects come to collect ghosts, and everyone comes to do business, so the two people who look at the venue are on the ground and start the price.

However, when these two people said this, everyone's voice became weaker. What should I do? They are blocking dogs, and if you want to enter the door and eat meat, you have to lose a piece of bone.

I frowned and said, "No, how can we raise 10,000 yuan? No, it's 20,000 yuan, and you have to add 10,000 yuan."

Bazahu scratched his head and said, "Or I won't go in. Anyway, you are the ones who go in and sell ghosts on weekdays, so I'll just wander around outside."

"That's not enough. I'll have to spend 10,000 if you don't go in. How much money do you have?"

I took out a red note from my pocket and counted about 2,000 yuan. Bazahu took out three "Grandpa Mao" from my pocket. I was stunned and asked strangely: "Why are there so few? I remember that I just shared the accounts with you on Monday? I'm three thousand, you two thousand five, and I'm so generous that I've only spent less than a thousand to treat girls to dinner. Why are you more fierce than me? Did you secretly get a girlfriend on my back?"

Bazahu hurriedly shook his hand and shouted, "Where do I have a girlfriend? I didn't see a beggar with broken legs on the way back the day before yesterday. It was quite pitiful. I went up and asked, but my fellow villagers in Northeast China said they were wandering in Beijing. I wanted to get some money to go home, so I couldn't help it, so I helped him."

"You gave him two thousand?"

I asked in surprise, but I wasn't surprised, I seemed to have gotten used to him doing these things.

"I gave him 1,500 yuan, changed his clothes and had a meal. He always thanked me and kept holding my hand and said that I was his brother. Hehe, they are all fellow villagers, just help me. If I go back to the Northeast, I might meet him."

Bazahu handed me three hundred dollars, and I gave him a blank look and said, "You can be fine. Being cheated once called accidentally, being cheated twice called stupid, being cheated three times called stupid, you have been cheated at least seven or eight times. Brother Hu, you are not stupid, you are really not stupid. Now, how can we get in?"

Brother Hu smiled awkwardly and said, "Even if I give you all my money, you won't be enough. It's still a long way to go."

I held more than two thousand, thought for a while and said, "You are waiting for me here, I will go to the door to see the venue to discuss."

After walking over, the fat man at the door was counting money. He glanced at me and saw that I was probably not as good as high school. I was wearing a school uniform halfway up and said with a smile: "Whose little kid is you? If you don't go home to do your homework, why are we here to do it? This is not a little kid's place, go quickly."

I walked over and said with a smile: "Brother, I want to go in and sell some goods."

He was stunned, looked at me, his eyes fell on the gourd around my waist, and he was shocked, saying, "People from Tongtianhui?"

"No, Yin-Yang agent, it's not that the family has some money, so I bought me a gourd. I'm short of money recently, so I'll send some goods and get some money to spend."

I responded casually, and I didn't necessarily tell them that I belonged to the Xuanyuan family.

"Okay, 10,000 per person, the entrance fee is paid..."

He stretched out his hand, but I just took out two thousand and put it on. He was stunned and shouted, "You guys are playing with me! This is only more than two thousand, and it's still more than seven thousand. Give it a little more money quickly. Get out of the way if you don't have money. Don't delay the master's money here."

But I was not angry, leaned over and said with a smile: "Brother, don't be angry. I'm a little tight recently. I really can't make up this ten thousand yuan."

Just before the other party was about to get angry, I patted the Ghost Canghu and said, "But we can change a way. You also know that as long as you can sell the goods tonight, you can make a fortune. There are two ghosts in my gourd, one for about three years and the other for about ten years. The market price for five years is around 50,000 yuan. The price for these ten years is only 200,000 yuan, which is definitely a huge profit. In this way, let me and my brother in, and you can take these two thousand first. When I turn around, I sell the Ghost in the gourd, let's open 55 yuan, how about it?"

As soon as he heard Wuwukai, the fat man in front of him immediately looked lit up, and he was obviously moved. He smiled and said, "Really? I didn't lie to me, I have to make a note!"
Chapter completed!