Tianjin Ghost Market 68 years ago.

As soon as the sky appeared, the people from the Ghost Market had already left, leaving only the six people in front of the stall, still staring at the work in the stall owner with concentration, and didn't even dare to breathe.

The stall owner was a porcelain craftsman and was hired to help repair a porcelain bowl. The bandaged hand was just embedded in the last nail and knocked it with a small leather hammer for a few seconds. A strange thing happened.

The pattern on the outer wall of the porcelain bowl is like a snake's eye, with nails arranged up and down, just like the pupils. Now, the "eyes" are constantly oozing out of the sticky green liquid, smelling smelly. If you don't know, you thought this thing had just been taken out of the pile of fish and shrimps.

"No, is it a bone-going or a one-eyed snake! It's strange. I started to look at the shape and didn't see it when I was looking for trouble. Isn't this a fatal matter?!" Seeing that the pawn owner's face changed drastically, even his hands with thick calluses were shaking.

"What does this mean? Isn't this just a porcelain? It's not that evil! Is it considered the end of my life now? Come on, give me a word." The big man on the opposite side was very rushing, and his hands always touched his bulging waist.

Hearing his words, the stall owner had a strange expression, "Children, take a piece of linen and make it clean."

After saying that, a small head was exposed behind him. He looked like he was only about ten years old. He was so excited that his eyes were watery. He handed over with a square linen cloth in his hand, "Dad, I'll give it to you."

The stall owner smiled reluctantly, took the linen, and elbowed all the tools on the countertop to the ground. He opened the linen and spread it flat. He carefully placed the freshly rusted Southern Song porcelain bowl on it and rolled it sideways.

The smelly juice was used as ink, and the porcelain bowl rolled around and printed a fan pattern, and the eyes of several people widened.

"This... this is a map!!" The middle-aged woman opposite almost screamed.

Immediately, a haggard old man beside him covered his mouth with his hands.

The big guy fiddled with the oil lamp valve, making his eyes brighter. Several people and the stall owner stretched their necks and stared at the map appearing on the linen, focusing on them, only the innocent child, blinking at the adult's strange expression, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

His little hand pulled the stall owner and whispered: "Dad, what is this? Why do you often use the things that Liu often uses in front row? Hey, this smells really bad!"

As he said that, the child pinched his nose and turned his head to retching.

A young man with a pale complexion on the opposite side coughed twice at this time and pushed the haggard old man, "Presbyterian, is this what you said? Don't just look at it."

Hearing this, Presbyterian shivered, and hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and smiled and said: "Young Master, Presbyterian uses his tricks to guarantee that it is real! If you have any mistakes, you don't have to do it, I will snatch it myself and chew it as a midnight snack!"

He was sure that there was a trace of red light on his pale face, which looked refreshed and refreshed.

One cough started, two coughed, three and four continued, and the young master couldn't stop.

Fortunately, there were two people beside him who were as stiff as ghosts. One was searching for a bag and the other untied the bamboo tube around his waist. They cooperated with each other in an orderly manner. I don’t know what to feed him. After another massage, it stopped the cough that was exploring his lungs.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman saw that everyone was paying attention to the young master, so she snatched the picture he had drawn by the stall owner. Because of the big movement, the two pieces of flesh on her chest trembled.

She looked like crazy, with a strange smile on her face and kept muttering something.

Seeing this, Presbyterian shouted, "Erkui, remove the picture from the Golden Woman!"

The big Erkui was really obedient. When he spread his long arms in front of him, he grabbed the big hand like a palm fan, causing a cold wind. Unexpectedly, he moved faster, and the woman was already turning backwards and laughing strangely.

The young master didn't say anything, and waved his hand, and the two followers had already hit him in the left and right, which was so fast that it was shocking.

When he found that something was wrong, presbyterian cried out: "Young Master, don't hurt her, this is not her intention! Erkui, hurry up, just stop the person, we still need..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a scream and saw the golden woman slapped the hand of the attacker, and suddenly it looked like broken sugarcane, and the bones saw the flesh and blood flying everywhere in the sky.

The fat waist was shorter, and the burlap was farther away from the waist, and his other hand fisted and hit the second person's chin.

The sound of the bone rubbing made people shake, and blood flew high. The tall figure, which was almost the same as the Golden Woman, was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground without moving.

After laughing wildly at the sky, the Golden Woman followed in great pain. She knelt on the ground and kept hitting her temples with her hands, and blood flowed in an instant.

Erkui arrived at this time and did not save anyone. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the linen cloth around her waist and wanted to run away.

"Erkui, you damn it!" It was too late for presbyopia to find out that something was wrong, so she could only jump on the spot and scold her angrily. She wanted to chase her, but she would not hurry up.

Unexpectedly, the figure flashed at this time, and the young master blocked Erkui's way. He did not show any signs. Two daggers had pierced into his chest, and he didn't even scream. The big Erkui lay down with a gurgle, kicked his feet a few times, and it was gone.

It was almost time to say that, and it took only ten seconds. When Presbyterian rubbed his eyes and saw that two pairs had already lying down on the ground. He was so scared that he stepped back and knocked the stall owner's table over and the porcelain bowl on it fell off.

Picking up the blood-stained linen cloth, the young master showed a cold smile on his face. This smile made the already frightened child behind the stall owner scream in fear.

In the quiet morning, the screams came from a long distance, and someone immediately blew the whistle from far to near. It seemed that there were many footsteps. It was a stinky foot patrol, the security police at that time!

Knowing that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, the young master glanced at the scene and actually raised his hand to throw the linen map back to Presbyterian. Several people turned around and disappeared in the alley next to him, not even the two accompanying guys were concerned.

The presbyterian, who survived the disaster, was still in shock. Seeing the lights shaking not far away, he knew that the stinky foot patrol was getting closer, but he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he spread the sack map in his hand and quickly looked at the contents above.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he looked at a few places, he exclaimed and began to scream hysterically. He raised his hand to throw the linen high, and clenched his backwards towards his eyes.

With a terrible hum, the trick representing the window of human soul was ruined. Not only that, Presbyterian resisted the pain, ignored the blood stains on his face, shook the pair of things in his hand, and actually opened his mouth and chewed in.

After a few more crazy laughs, he stumbled and ran away with the wall, leaving only the stall owner, his son, and four people who were still moving on the ground.

Oh, by the way, there is also the culprit map, which was almost blown away by the wind.

With a few clicks, the thin figure came over. As soon as he grabbed the burlap and wanted to get up, he quickly stepped on one foot to bring the child to him.

"Children!!" The stall owner shouted and rushed over, but he stopped when the child and the other person were about to reach the shadow. It turned out that the master of the foot was actually the young master who had returned!

The stall owner never expected that the plague god would come back. Seeing that he was stepping on a burlap map, he knew something was wrong, so he quickly grabbed the child and hugged him in his arms, covered him sideways, and said tremblingly: "I won't collect the money for this porcelain. Take what you want and let the child go."

The young master picked up the scribble with his fingers, sneered and put it away. Then his sleeves shook, and something flew out and hit the stall owner's face, making him unsteady and staggered. Fortunately, the child was hugging him tightly and was not injured.

After a few thuds, the child looked at him squintedly and found that the one who smashed his father was dozens of silver dollars.

"Master Shang, don't be afraid. How can you hurt your child if you want something to be with me? I really rely on your unique skills in Tianjin. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how many years it will take me. It seems that this trip is right."

After hearing what he said, the stall owner was even more scared and looked straight at the street corner, hoping that those stinky foot patrols would arrive as soon as possible.

At this time, the young master suddenly took a big step, opened his five fingers that were thinner than women, grabbed the child's face, and said nothing cute.

The stall owner, Master Shang, was shocked when he saw this, so he called for help and shouted, and at the same time reached out to push the young master.

A purple cold light flashed, Master Shang felt a chill in his arms, and then a piercing pain spread throughout his body, blood red burst out, and he felt like he had entered the Avici Hell in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the hands that I made money to make a living and the craftsmanship of several generations of the Shang family were cut off by people in one go.

"Hehe, today's business has earned enough for you to use it for the rest of your life. It's better not to do it anymore. Otherwise, I will get rid of all the Miaomiao, a young master, who has been passed down from generation to generation." After saying that, he retreated and retreated into the shadows. When the morning light passed, there was no one! However, the porcelain bowl with snake eyes pattern fell to the ground with the tabletop that he flipped.

The stinky foot patrol finally came and found blood everywhere on the ground and walls. There were a few corpses lying on them. The blood-filled child was shaking constantly. The originally stable back street of the ghost market seemed to have become a slaughterhouse.

In this tragic situation, even the stinky foot patrol who have been on the battlefield and seen many worlds can't help but tremble.

The headlines of the news paper that day, there were four "Ghost Market Massacres", which shocked the entire Tianjin and made those who heard it terrified.

Master Shang's life was saved because of the timely rescue, but his hands were cut off and his people were destroyed.

Because the culprit could not be found, the only stall owner and a stupid child were left at the scene, and no valid information could be dug out.

In order to close the case early, Master Shang was charged with murder and robbery and was sent to prison.

The stupid child was visited by the patrol police and found his relatives to raise him on his behalf. As a result, the sensational ghost market tragedy was concluded in just three days. All relevant case handlers were promoted to the level, and they were praised by the people in Tianjin.

The storm soon subsided. Who would still care about the whereabouts of Master Shang who was murdered and wronged and the silly child?

The situation followed, and the reports and information about the "Ghost Market Tragedy" that year have already turned into ashes in repeated wars. Slowly, even those who remember this matter have passed away one after another.

History covers everything, and time burys the truth.
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