Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 235 One Hundred Dollar Bill
In the night market, there are colorful lights and neon lights changing colors. There is an endless stream of customers on the snack street. There are vendors everywhere, and all kinds of objects are overwhelming.

In the sky above the street, red umbrellas were blown by the wind, and the green lanterns on the pagoda trees by the street aroused the interest of the children.

I don't know who got it up, it feels a little weird, but it seems very strange here.

After this period of peace, Dajiang City has basically returned to the past, the work that should be done, the eating, drinking and having fun that should be done, and the work that should be supported by the family.

This is also the reason why the night market has reopened, after all, it is a big profit.

It has been a while since the night market opened. Although the flow of people has not recovered to its peak, it is still close. After a few days, I believe it will be fully recovered, as long as there are no major problems, such as before.

Today's traffic is much higher than yesterday's. I don't know if it's because of staying at home for too long, or because of other reasons. Many people come to visit the night market today, and there are even more vendors setting up stalls.

Although many of the items sold at the stalls are a bit weird, to be precise, they are not weird, but a little retro, which is not common in normal times.

For example, some stalls only sell one thing, face makeup, and it is the kind of face makeup that looks extremely scary, and some sell origami figurines, and this is written on it.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a paper man and paper horse sold in a white shop.

These are considered normal. On a street in this night market, there are coffin shops and shroud shops, which is a bit outrageous.

No matter how you look at it, this is not normal, but here comes a strange place, so the customers who passed by or stayed in front of these vendors' shops did not feel any abnormality, not even a word of surprise, which is very strange.

In a section of the street in the night market, it is very quiet, there are few pedestrians, only one or two people pass by, and they all seem to be in a hurry.

There are also red umbrellas hanging in the mid-air here. The dim light emitted by the lanterns is reflected on the red umbrellas, and an indescribable strangeness arises from within.

In the middle of the street, in front of a grocery store, a middle-aged man was lying on a rocking chair with a cup of tea beside him.

The rocking chair was shaking slightly, and the teacup was emitting heat, obviously it had just been soaked for a while.

Opposite the grocery store is an old tailor shop, which looks old. An old man walked out of the tailor shop, holding a rocking chair in his hand.

"Master Li, what time will the ghost market open tonight?"

Holding the rocking chair, the old man walked quickly to the middle-aged man, who was called Master Li by the old man, and sat down.

Then he took out a jug of wine from the small black cloth bag he carried with him, stretched out his hand and respectfully placed it on the stool next to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man saw the wine that the old man put aside, nodded slightly, reached out to pick it up, opened the mud seal and smelled it, with a smile on his face.

"This ghost market starts at [-]:[-] in the evening and ends at [-]:[-] in the morning. You decide what you want to sell or buy. I won't participate. Don't worry about any accidents. With me watching, there will be no mistakes."

The middle-aged man raised the wine jar and took a sip of wine, and said slowly, his voice was very calm.

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, the old man smiled and nodded:

"Well, I understand. The ghost market may be very lively this time. After all, it has been more than ten years since such a large-scale ghost market has been opened. I believe that many people who are still alive are willing to join in the excitement."

"After all, there are too many things piled up in my hands..."

The owner of the grocery store took a sip of wine, looked at the sky reflected by the neon lights, and didn't think much of what the old man said.

"This ghost market, let me see the effect. If the effect is good, I will continue to open it in the future. If it does not meet my expectations, then I will talk about it in a few years." The middle-aged man said calmly.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man's expression was normal, and he didn't seem to find it strange, as if this was the right thing to do.

The old man took out a jug of wine again from the small black cloth bag, and drank it slowly.

The street is very quiet, only his tailor's shop and the middle-aged man's grocery shop are currently open, and the rest will be later, and of course some have already gone out to set up street stalls.

"Master Li, how long will it take for the hidden dangers of the predecessors to erupt?"

The street is very quiet, except for the occasional hawking from another street, there is no other sound.

The sudden inquiry of the old man seemed to make the middle-aged man fall into a kind of memory, which seemed to be a long-term memory, which made the middle-aged man feel a little dazed.

When the old man saw this scene, his heart was also very complicated. He didn't bother the middle-aged man's memory, and just waited quietly. After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man slowly came back to his senses.

Picking up the wine in his hand and taking a big sip, he sighed helplessly:
"Time is running out, no more than half a year at most, or even less, you little guys, one by one, dead, hidden, plus you are not up to date, most of the inheritance has been broken, otherwise you will die." Not so soon."

"In the past few decades, I haven't wiped your butts enough? Take you as an example. You are young and vigorous. That ghost in the ghost prison dares to pick your skin. If it weren't for my help, you would still be alive." Up to now, you are considered against the sky..."

"You old boys, one by one, there is no one to live up to. The more you live, the more you go back. Up to now, there is not a single junior who is capable."

When he said this, the eyes of the middle-aged man seemed a little strange. Looking at the old boy next to him, the more he looked, the more he didn't live up to it. If he didn't see that he was really old, he would have wanted to teach him a lesson.

Hearing the words of the middle-aged man, the old man touched his nose in embarrassment, and his old face suddenly became a little uneasy.

To be honest, if others pointed at his nose and said about him like this, he would have turned his face. After all, he was quite old, and it was a bit uncomfortable to be scolded like this.

But the middle-aged man in front of him is different, Mr. Li is old enough to be his great-grandfather, and he can't beat Mr. Li...

"Uh... Don't be angry, Master Li. There's nothing you can do about it. You know our situation. We were also suffering at that time."

The old man explained bitterly, his tone very helpless. As for the ghost prison that the middle-aged man mentioned, he never mentioned it. As long as he has a thick skin, he can pretend that such a thing never happened.

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes at the old man, his eyes were full of disgust, he drank a sip of wine, and said nothing, because now he was upset seeing these old boys.

When they were young, they were all so rampant, but when they got old, they all fell flat, and only Xiao Qin had a temper.

The wind at night was biting, and it hurt people's cheeks, but it was nothing to these two people. The middle-aged man leaned on the recliner, looked at the stars in the sky, and remained silent.

The same is true for the old man, the night sky is like a star, which has a special flavor on this winter night.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the eyes of the middle-aged man flickered, and he turned his head slightly to look in the direction of another street:

"Jigsaw puzzle for marriage? Which little guy is selling this? Why are you in such a hurry to sell it?"

The middle-aged man was a little hesitant at the moment, thinking whether to go there and take back the puzzle of marriage, but at this moment, the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled up, revealing a smile.

Withdrawing his sight and continuing to appreciate the stars under the night, he had already given up the idea of ​​taking back the puzzle.

"Boy Zhang, it's you who want this thing after a long time. Since you want it, I'll give it to you. I want to see what kind of battle you can come up with. There are so many things. I hope you don't let me down." it is good."

The eyes of the middle-aged man narrowed slightly, there was a smile in his eyes, and his mood improved a little. Even the wine in his hand felt a lot more fragrant. This junior satisfied him very much. He was strong enough and good-natured.

Let's see who can survive...

The old man didn't notice the middle-aged man's expression. After all, the middle-aged man's strength was much stronger than him. If he didn't want him to notice, he wouldn't be able to notice the slightest bit.

The old man looked at the sky, his dark eyes were full of sorrow, and they all said that Du Kang was the only one who could relieve his sorrow, but no matter how good Du Kang was, he couldn't relieve his sorrow.

But he said that in an old tattoo parlor, the lights were not turned on, and it was pitch black inside.

A middle-aged man was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed and resting his mind. There was no sound of breathing in his nostrils, and no rising and falling of his chest. At first glance, this man could be said to be dead.

And at this moment, a faint green spark appeared, and Zhang Xianguang suddenly opened his eyes, staring fixedly at the burning red paper.

"It has appeared, the nails of the tricky bride."

Stretching out his hand to hold the burning red paper in his hand, Zhang Xianguang thought in his eyes:
"Dajiang City, ghost city, is it here?"

Zhang Xianguang had some hesitation on his face. He also knew about the ghost market in Dajiang City. The old man of the pharmacy had informed him that if he was free, he could go shopping today. There are many good things there.

But it is precisely because he knows that he hesitates. Dajiang City is Lin Qian's territory. He does not know whether Lin Qian is in Dajiang City.

That would be a little troublesome, not that he was afraid of Lin Qian, but that it might be a little troublesome to do it in Dajiang City.

In the darkness, Zhang Xianguang's expression was very gloomy. In this environment, it made people feel panic.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Xianguang let out a long breath, with a fierce look in his eyes, sat up, and walked outside.

"I have to go this time. I must get the bride's nails. The only thing missing from my arrangement is this. I can't give up no matter what."

Walking out of the tattoo parlor, a winding yellow mud path appeared. Zhang Xianguang walked in without hesitation. If Lin Qian was in Dajiang City today and found him, there would be a fight. If he wasn't there, then he wouldn't be there.

In any case, he is bound to get the ghost nails, and no one can do it, even if it is a starving ghost...

Dajiang City, night market, streets, lanterns blown by the wind, flashing green lights, red umbrellas spinning in mid-air with the wind.

Zhang Miao and Tang Yun walked arm in arm among the hawkers, stopping in front of a stall from time to time, picking things out, and haggling with the stall owner occasionally.

If the price is in line with expectations and it is something they like, they will not be stingy with soft sister coins, and they will buy it generously.

After walking along the way, they also bought a lot of things, all of which were pleasing to the eye, and the price was not expensive, the expensive ones were only 30 yuan, and the cheap ones were only [-] or [-] yuan.

For just one or two yuan, they also bargained with the boss for a long time before the boss agreed to sell it to them.

Maybe I also felt that it was not worth wasting so much time on them for something worth one or two yuan, so I agreed to sell them.

When selling to them, the boss is also very helpless. He has no choice but to sell to such customers.

Zhang and Miao didn't care about the boss's psychological activities. What they enjoyed was the process of bargaining. It didn't matter how much they cut, as long as it was within the acceptable range.

This should be a woman's nature, even if it's one or two yuan, she can talk to you for a long time, and she might not buy it in the end...

Zhang Miao and Tang Yun had a great time shopping, and the process of bargaining was very pleasant.

The two of them strolled slowly, passed by many street stalls, and saw a lot of strange things, which were rarely seen in ordinary times, but also very common.

The two of them wandered all the way, and came to a stall selling nail art. The stall owner was an old woman with wrinkles on her face, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and she had a faint rotten air on her body.

Although the old woman looked very kind, Zhang Miao and Tang Yun always felt that the old woman was weird, an indescribable weirdness.

But for them, these are not important, what is important is these beautiful and exquisite manicures.

Zhang Miao and Tang Yun stopped in front of the booth, looking at the beautifully crafted manicures on the booth, their hearts were already moved.

There are many colors of nail art on the booth, red, white, gold, black, purple, light blue...

Each one looks so attractive, there is an inexplicable attraction just looking at it, as if attracting them to buy it and wear it.

Zhang Miao took a fancy to the ten red manicures at a glance. He stretched out his hands to pick them up. The touch was smooth and delicate, as if they were made of jade. There was a slight coolness in his hands, which was very similar to jade.

The light in Zhang Miao's eyes was shining, and he gently stroked the manicure in his hand, his face was full of intoxication.

"Grandma, how much is this manicure?"

After playing with it for a while, Zhang Miao remembered to ask the price.

Looking at the manicure in Zhang Miao's hand, the old lady narrowed her eyes slightly, with a kind smile on her face:
"Little girl, these things are very cheap, only 30 yuan for ten pieces."

"Huh? 30 yuan, so cheap?"

Zhang Miao was a little surprised that this manicure is so cheap. According to her thinking, although this thing is not made of particularly expensive materials, it should be more than 30 yuan depending on how exquisite it is.

"Grandma, are you kidding me?" Zhang Miao asked uncertainly. To be honest, she really couldn't believe that such a good thing was only bought for 30 yuan.

The old lady looked at Zhang Miao with some doubts in her eyes. Are these young people so rich these days?
30 yuan is still cheap?This is already very expensive, 30 yuan can buy a lot of supernatural items.

But despite being puzzled, the old woman nodded and said:
"Little girl, the old lady is not joking. It only costs 30 yuan. The item you are looking at is already the most expensive in my booth. The rest are not even more than 20 yuan."

Hearing the old woman's words, Zhang Miao was startled. Looking at the other manicures on the booth, his eyes lit up instantly. He and Tang Yun exchanged glances, and both of them had thoughts in their hearts.

They didn't think there were too many of these good things, and both of them felt hot. Tang Yun directly picked up three sets of manicures, and Zhang Miao even picked up five or six sets of manicures besides her favorite set of red manicures. Set of manicures of other colors.

Looking at the actions of these two people, the old lady felt that they were really rich, and she might make a lot of money today. Although this was true, she always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

When Zhang Miao and Tang Yun were paying the bill, the old lady silently looked at the hundred-yuan bill in her hand, and the two girls who had walked away, and felt in her heart that it was extremely stupid.

(End of this chapter)