My skills have special effects.

Chapter 36

There were no oil lamps in the coffin shop, and the birch coffins placed around them only showed a vague outline, like giant square nails set in the darkness.

The drunken son-in-law walked in the front, and no one approached him.

Lin Yan also deliberately kept a distance from him. The stunned scholar in front of him was actually a poisonous snake with its teeth hidden.

This made Lin Yan even more vigilant. The outside world is no different than the Longmen Pavilion, and he must not underestimate anyone easily.

With the others, Lin Yan and others, led by the old man, walked along the gap between the coffins on both sides, and came to the backyard of the coffin shop, beside an old dry well.

The body of the well was overgrown with weeds, but the edge of the well was very clean. The old man pointed at the old well with his haggard fingers, and laughed like a crow: "Which one of you will go down first?"

Everyone looked at the young master with scarlet hands.

Brother Young Master hiccupped again and raised his hand: "Cut, a bunch of cowards! My Young Master can't wait."

After finishing speaking, he carried the blood sack, stepped forward in two steps, turned over and jumped, and jumped directly into the ancient well, as if he was familiar with the road.

Seeing him taking the lead, the others also breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward one after another, turning the edge of the well into it.

Lin Yan also drew a gourd in the same way, waited for a few breaths, pressed the edge of the well, and turned it in skillfully.

After a moment of weightlessness in a slight panic, Lin Yan stepped on the ground. The well is not too deep, about two meters, and ordinary people can jump off it.

He looked up and saw that the dark sky was only the size of a circle, then he looked left and right, and found a doorway less than a person's height, then stooped down and got into the doorway.

The doorway is very narrow, and the angle is slanted downward. Lin Yan can only walk by bending over, and the surrounding rock walls are also very rough. The friction is inevitable during walking, and there is a wet, cold and slippery touch.

It was already dark all around, and he couldn't see anything. Lin Yan could only hear that there was a person walking forward in front of him and not far behind.

In this position, if the people behind wanted to sneak attack, he would have no resistance at all.

Lin Yan felt overwhelmed with insecurity. He fumbled and accelerated his pace, and the people in front obviously had the same idea.

In the pitch-black narrow road, only the creepy sound of rubbing remains.

Like food waiting to be digested in the intestines...

Such a metaphor came to Lin Yan's mind, and his body shivered.

I don't know how long I walked, but the surrounding temperature has obviously increased a lot, making it hot and dry.

Lin Yan suddenly felt that he had drilled out of the narrow passage, and the surrounding space suddenly opened up, with gusts of wind howling, mixed with a thick and greasy smell of moisture.

A dim yellow light was also lit up ahead, illuminating a hazy figure.

Lin Yan quickly straightened up, took out the beeswax red candle and the fire sickle that had been prepared earlier, and struck them to light them.

The tongue of orange-red flames flickered, squeezing out a circle of faint light, reflecting a huge cave around it.

The dome is about four or five stories higher. The overall cave is like a huge upside-down bowl. The surrounding "bowl walls" are full of jagged rocks, and there are many dark cave passages, like a honeycomb. It is the ghost city gathering place this time.

Lin Yan raised his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the stalactites hanging upside down on top showed a bright red color, as if they were dripping blood.

"Pang Tong said that there are many entrances and exits in Dripping Blood Cave, and Chengshoufang is just one of them. The cave is intricate and complicated, and if there is no one to guide you, you will get lost if you are not careful.

"This is also the reason why the ghost market in Dripping Blood Cave has been banned repeatedly."

"From my observation now, this drop of blood hole does not have any man-made traces, it looks like a natural cave formed by the action of flowing water.

"It's just that the stalactites hanging upside down here show this blood red color for some reason."

At this time, Lin Yan frowned slightly, stepped aside, and with his hand formed into a tiger's claw, he directly held the hand stretched out from behind, and looked coldly at the person behind.

After he entered the cave, he was observing and secretly vigilant, but he didn't expect that among the few people who entered the cave behind, one of them approached quietly through the darkness and stretched out his hand to him.

The man was grabbed by his arm and tried his best to struggle, but his hand seemed to be bound by iron and he did not break free.

He immediately panicked: "Grandpa, I've been obsessed with ghosts for a while, please..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his other hand, and the palm of his hand burst into a cold light, and he stabbed towards Lin Yan's chest suddenly.

But Lin Yan had been very vigilant for a long time. When he saw the cold light, without even thinking about it, he kicked this person hard in the chest like a hammer.

The man suddenly screamed, flew straight upside down, hit two rough stalagmites behind him, bounced back and fell to the ground.

Only then did this person yell in shock: "Forgive, forgive..."

Lin Yan was unmoved, and was waiting to step forward, making up a few more strokes to prevent future troubles, when he suddenly saw the young master with a blood sack in his hand, jumped out from one side with a smile on his face, and stepped straight to the side of the fallen man .

"Hey, here's another one, today's harvest is good!"

Brother Young Master smiled drunkenly, and with a flick of his wrist, he took out a gleaming dagger. He didn't shy away from it, and squatted down next to the man on the ground, raised the dagger, and stabbed it down!

The shrill screams were piercing in an instant, the young master was familiar with the road, he took a dagger and stabbed it into the man's abdomen, pulled it sideways, and then he cut open the man's belly on the spot!

The man screamed miserably, in great pain.

But Young Master turned a deaf ear, and slammed the man's throat with one hand,
Lin Yan heard two or three faint sounds of vomiting and the sound of hurriedly avoiding footsteps.

Not to mention them, Lin Yan already had three lives in his hands, but this son still made his throat roll slightly.

The young master was in a drunken state, so he turned his head and said to Lin Yan in a drunken state, "This is mine!"

Lin Yan looked at the man on the ground. He was covered with a black cloth and couldn't see his face, but his body kept shaking, obviously he wasn't dead yet.

He looked at Brother Young Master coldly, took a step forward slowly, and did not speak.

Brother Young Master hiccupped in self-indulgent manner, and lazily walked to the side.

There was a cold light in Lin Yan's eyes, this young master was too dangerous, the ghost market hadn't seen him yet, and he had already killed three of them.

Walking to the side of the dead man on the ground, he lifted his hood. It was a young man with a white face and beardless face, his face was full of horror, and he was utterly dead now.

After a simple search, there was nothing on this person except for an iron cone that was as long as a baby's arm.

Just as he was about to leave, Lin Yan suddenly thought, he didn't bring anything, what is this man doing in the ghost market?Day trip?
With a thought in his heart, he blew out the candle, dragged the body of the man to the dark shadow beside him, and began to carefully touch the man's clothes from head to toe.

"Sure enough, there is something!"

When Lin Yan touched the trouser legs of this person's feet and the cuff of his right hand, he found that there was an interlayer sewn inside.

Roughly picking apart the clothes with a sharp awl, Lin Yan quickly pulled out the things that were sewn inside. The cuffs were sewn with three or four taels of silver, and the trouser legs were a leather-like book.

Putting the silver and the book in his bosom, Lin Yan lit the candle again, and by the candlelight, opened his skirt, and swept across the cover of the book covertly.

""Iron Buddha"?"

Lin Yan raised her eyebrows slightly. The name sounds like some kind of martial arts technique.

This person carefully sewed it on his trouser leg and carried it with him, obviously he attached great importance to it, but now it is cheaper for him.

After waiting for about half an hour, another six or seven people came down from the coffin shop.

At this time, a light of fire appeared from the other end of the cave, and then gradually enlarged, turning into a mass of orange-red fire. A tall and thin man with a black iron mask and well-dressed, holding a torch, came out from the other end of the cave. .

"follow me!"

The man's voice was hoarse, he just said a word, then turned his head and left.

Other people in the cave followed one by one with all kinds of candles and oil lamps. Lin Yan heard from Pang Tong that this is the guide of the ghost market.

The guide picked a cave passage and led them to climb into it. Along the way, they encountered forks from time to time, and the road was complicated.

In addition, there is only sporadic light in the cave, and it is impossible to see the surrounding situation clearly. If there is no comparison, trying to record the order of the roads is tantamount to fantasy.

Lin Yan tried for a while, then gave up.

They were a group of about ten people, lined up in a row, each of them was very far apart, holding various kinds of candles, opening up a small piece of light around them.

Along the way, the sound of ding-dong water was heard from far away, and there seemed to be a slippery moisture in the air.

But as he walked, Lin Yan frowned again, and he found that the person in front of him seemed to have stopped intentionally or unintentionally, and was approaching him.

"Another one?"

Lin Yan's heart was full of alarm bells. With one hand, he adjusted the position of the candle, and with the other hand, he directly took out the iron awl he had just obtained, and hid it in the shadow behind him, waiting for the opportunity to prepare a fatal move.

The man seemed to be aware of Lin Yan's change, and immediately ran two steps forward, with a fearful voice: "No, sir, don't get me wrong."

Lin Yan made a hoarse voice: "Are you looking for death?"

"Master, don't get me wrong! Our name is Zhang San, you can call us Xiao Zhang."

This is obviously a pseudonym.

"Fuck away!"

"Yes, yes, we are quite familiar with this ghost market. I want to ask you, do you want to hire a guide?"

A cold light flashed in Lin Yan's eyes: "Why are you looking for me?"

Zhang San coughed twice: "Can we take a step to talk?"

Lin Yan thought for a while, slowed down on purpose, and the two fell to the back of the line together.

Zhang San kept a safe distance, and said in a low voice: "Master, as soon as you come in, we know that you are the first time to drop the blood hole."

Lin Yan didn't speak.

"It seems that you also realized it yourself. After you lit the candle, you stared at the blood stalactite on the top of your head so carefully. You can tell that you are a newcomer at a glance."

Lin Yan was silent, but there was nothing he could do. Entering a new environment, observation is a human instinct.

"Tell me, what's your use?"

Zhang San's voice was obviously a lot more excited: "Okay, we spent a lot of time in this ghost market, and we know everything about this ghost market well.

"Where to sell and what to buy, special food, hidden antiquities, the Colosseum, and men all know... Cough cough, we all know it all at once."

So many service industries?

Lin Yan glanced at the few dozen people in front of him, and asked, "How big is the ghost market?"

"That's not small," Zhang San understood what Lin Yan wanted to ask when he saw Lin Yan's gaze, "You mean, there are too few guests? Actually, we are only the first batch, and there will be several more batches one after another.

"In Ding'an City, there are quite a few entrances to the blood-dropping caves, so there are quite a few people. And most of the people who enter the ghost market are warriors with a lot of money."

(End of this chapter)