My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

"You've even seen ghosts. It's just paper money used by dead people. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Zhang Hao looked helplessly at Zhang Jichen and Wang Jiansong.

These two people were always yelling and making a fuss, which gave him a headache.

Zhang Jichen and Wang Jiansong stood aside blankly, looking at Zhang Hao's hand full of valuables, their faces extremely pale.

They did see many ghosts, but they never understood the difference between humans and ghosts clearly.

It was only then, when they saw with their own eyes that the currency used by the ghosts was actually paper money, that they suddenly realized that they had entered a world that was not part of their previous understanding.

This world is scarier and more dangerous than they expected!
"Boss, what should we do next? If we use this money to buy food for living people, can we eat the food of dead people?"

Zhang Jichen asked fearfully.

After realizing that humans and ghosts have different paths, he suddenly realized that the food eaten by the living and the food eaten by the dead should not be confused. How can something bought with paper money be eaten by a living person?
Zhang Hao didn't think much about it.

"There are dead people here, but there are also living people. Since people gave us money, it means that this kind of money can be used, so let's make peace with it."

Zhang Hao gave a few words of comfort, turned around and walked out.

The market was bustling, and after Zhang Hao swarmed into the crowd, he forced himself not to pay attention to the earth energy of the people around him, but instead focused his attention on the goods for sale.

On the main street of the market, there are hundreds of stalls, ranging from large to small, and each stall has different things.

Even though Zhang Hao had already had a premonition and knew that the goods sold here were extremely unusual, he couldn't help but twitch when he saw a half-ghost selling his coffin.

"Sir, do you want this coffin from me? As long as you can afford it, I will give it to you!"

The half-ghost saw Zhang Hao looking over and greeted him enthusiastically.

For unknown reasons, half of his body was destroyed, but the area from the waist up was intact.

The half-ghost leaned on a chair and greeted him back and forth, not only talking to Zhang Hao, but also explaining to everyone.

"My coffin is made of golden nanmu. It is also engraved with scriptures carved by the great masters. After you live in it, it will be warm in winter and cool in summer. It will not rot for thousands of years. It is definitely a good place to settle down.

No matter how much you raise your price, old man, I am about to die, and I want to have a last chance before I die. There is no point in leaving such a good treasure to me. I will sell it as long as I give you money. "

The half-ghost introduced it with spittle, as if his coffin was a unique masterpiece that could not be found on earth.

However, listening to his ecstatic narration, the people around him seemed to be seeing it all, and no one came forward to talk to him.

Zhang Hao looked surprised when he saw this.

"Young Master, are you interested in this coffin?"

The mustachioed man came forward and chuckled.

He was secretly surprised. He had only seen dead people interested in coffins, but this was the first time he heard that young people were also interested in coffins.

This young master seems to be full of vitality and vitality. He looks like he will have many children and many blessings. This kind of person will be considered a sudden death before he lives to be 100 years old. To be interested in coffins at such a young age, there must be other reasons.

The mustache's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately came to the side of the half-ghost. Without waiting for him to speak, he said directly:
"Selling coffins, what kind of introduction is this if you only introduce them without asking a price? You can at least tell me a price. If my young master thinks it is suitable, he will buy it. If it is not suitable, he will not stay here!"

Seeing someone coming forward, the half-ghost's eyes lit up and he immediately waved excitedly.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a lower body, he might have had to get in front and grab his mustache to prevent him from leaving.

"The price is easy to talk about, young master."

The half-ghost imitated the mustache name and looked at Zhang Hao with a flattering expression.

"Young master, don't you have a wad of money in your hand? As long as you bring five more wads, I will give you this golden nanmu coffin!
Don't look at the high price I charge. This thing is definitely worth the price. This is thousand-year-old golden nanmu, which you will never find outside! "

The mustache's eyes bulged, and he shook off the half-ghost's pull.

"Are you crazy to ask for so much money? This is just a small country market. Do you think we care about golden nanmu?"

The mustachioed man said angrily. He came close to Zhang Hao, winked at him, and dragged him forward.

After taking only two steps, the eager voice of the half-ghost immediately sounded behind him.

"Young Master, this coffin of mine is definitely worth the price. If it were placed outside, even if you pay 100 times more, I won't sell it to you...

Young Master, please stop for a moment and let's discuss it. Just give me a wad of money. Let's make a deal? "

The half-ghost said excitedly, his eyes were blood red, and he seemed to have lost control.

Zhang Hao looked at him silently, his eyes flickering slightly, and then walked to the stall nearby.

A moment later, Zhang Hao threw out two more exquisite antique rings, and the money in his hand doubled again.

"This money is my limit. It's not that this thing is worthless, it's just that I really can't afford that much. If you want to sell it, sell it. If you don't, just find someone else."

Zhang Hao placed three wads of money next to Banshenggui. The expression on his face did not change, but there was a hint of sincerity in his eyes.

The half-ghost looked at Zhang Hao blankly, obviously not expecting that Zhang Hao would be so kind to him.

People who do business pay attention to knowing each other's bottom. Because he was too eager, he exposed his bottom in advance.

Logically speaking, even if he was cheated at this time, he could only accept his fate. Who made him lose his composure first?

However, Zhang Hao was more generous and gave him twice as much money. Although it was still half the amount he expected, he finally had some comfort.

"Young Master, you are a kind-hearted person. Try to leave this ghostly place as soon as possible. There is a blood moon tonight, so you'd better not leave the house."

The half-ghost took the money, finished speaking in a hurry, turned around and disappeared into thick smoke.

Zhang Hao placed his hand on the coffin, but what the half-ghost had just said echoed in his ears.

Blood moon crisis?
Zhang Hao raised his head and looked at the sky.

The night gradually shrouded, and a full moon hung above the head. The moon was as round as a big cake, with a little burrs.

Zhang Hao was slightly startled, and when he looked carefully, he saw that there seemed to be an extra layer of fog next to the moon.

How is this going?

Zhang Hao was surprised.

If there was fog, why was his sight unobstructed, but he only found this wisp next to the moon?
Zhang Hao was thinking about it when he saw the mustache coming over and said excitedly:

"Young master, this baby is real!"

Golden nanmu is the best among woods, and the thousand-year-old golden nanmu is even more expensive.

Such rare and rare treasures would be a waste of money in this village market, because no matter how powerful the ghosts in the village were, they couldn't afford it.

Why bother looking at something you can’t afford?

This is probably not the first time that the half-ghost has sold coffins here. Over the past few decades, he has probably sold them countless times. It is precisely because no one can afford the money that no one is interested in it.

Zhang Hao patted the coffin board and said lightly:
"It's good that this thing is a treasure, but how can I take it back with such a big thing? Do I need to bring someone to carry it?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jichen and Wang Jiansong, who were already suffering from back pain, almost collapsed to the ground.

A white skeleton has almost made the two of them collapse on the ground from exhaustion. If it were this golden nanmu coffin, even if the two of them broke their waists from exhaustion, they would not be able to lift it a few steps. Fortunately, the mustache did not ignore the situation. Instead, he smiled and pointed to a coffin shop at the end of the street.

"Young Master, don't worry. Why do you need to worry about moving goods? The coffin shops in this market sell coffins when there is business. When there is no business, they go out to move goods. Leave the things to them for sure.

In the past few decades, they have never made a fraudulent transaction. "

Hearing this, Zhang Hao nodded.

This market is quite interesting. Although it is a place of ghosts and ghosts, all preparations are very complete.

Zhang Hao wouldn't be surprised if there were living people running this place.

There are even people doing logistics and transporting goods, and doing some live business is probably to meet the needs of customers.

Even a ghost land must respond to the development of the times.

"Look further ahead."

Zhang Hao said, as if doing magic, he took out another half wad of money.

This was the little money he had left, and he really couldn't use it to buy anything else.

With the little money left, he would first buy food. If there was any left, he would buy some medicine.

On the east and west sides of the market, the things in the east area tend to be various antiques and treasures, or rare and exotic treasures, while the things in the west area tend to be various daily necessities.

Zhang Hao observed for a while and found a place selling rice.

This place is the most popular with people coming and going, and judging by the volume of transactions, it is also the most cost-effective and non-adulterated store.

"Objective, what do you want?"

Seeing Zhang Hao coming forward, the boss said with a smile.

He rarely speaks directly. Most of the time, he doesn't open his mouth and just looks at the other person.

He pointed at what the other party wanted to buy, but now he was looking directly at Zhang Hao, as if looking at a magical object.

Zhang Hao was a little confused by what he saw and couldn't help but ask:

"Boss, is there anything different about me?"

Hearing this, the boss smiled and didn't say much, but pointed to the rice bags on the stall.

"Sir, I only have one thing here. If you want to buy it, buy it. If you don't buy it, there will be no other rice to sell."

When Zhang Hao heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This boss actually saw his true identity.

In order to deliberately integrate into this market, Zhang Hao placed some earth energy on his body.

From an outsider's perspective, Zhang Hao's body was full of gloom and resentment, and he was no different from a fierce ghost.

“There is only one kind of rice, why do we need to divide it into so many bags?”

Zhang Jichen didn't notice the boss's question, and he and Wang Jiansong carried the stretcher in front of the stall, looking at each bag curiously.

Each kind of rice bag contains one kind of rice, glutinous rice.

Zhang Jichen's expression was slightly strange.

"Boss, why do you only sell glutinous rice here?"

The boss looked at him with a smile.

"What's wrong with glutinous rice? Don't you like glutinous rice? We all like to eat glutinous rice, and we only eat glutinous rice!"

The boss said leisurely, his expression became increasingly weird, and there seemed to be a hint of danger in his eyes.

Zhang Jichen grinned and said honestly:
"It turns out that you, boss, are people who like to eat glutinous rice. I heard that there is a place in the south that likes glutinous rice. It not only makes glutinous rice chicken, but also makes glutinous rice. I want to eat it too."

As he spoke, Zhang Jichen's stomach growled loudly, and he was obviously very hungry.

From morning to now, he and Wang Jiansong have not had any water.

The journey was not only difficult, but also dangerous. I almost lost my life in the process.

Now if there is a bowl of sweet glutinous rice, he can eat it in a few mouthfuls without saying a word.

And looking at his eager look, the smile on the boss's face became even weirder.

I saw the boss groping under the stall a few times, and then took out a new bag of glutinous rice.

"What's your name? Since you're a newcomer, I'll give you a new bag. When you come here, just tell me your name. I will never let anyone else touch your bag of rice."

As he spoke, he opened a black notebook, holding a wolf tooth brush in his hand, with a serious look on his face, as if he regarded Zhang Jichen as a distinguished guest.

Zhang Jichen was so flattered. How had he ever enjoyed such distinguished guest treatment?

"Boss, you don't need to bother me. Just finish the meal for me. We are just ordinary people. We are not so particular. It's okay to buy things in the same bag."

Zhang Jichen chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed.

He is just a poor guy, how can he have spare money to take care of his boss's business?
Glutinous rice is very valuable in this small village. A pound of glutinous rice can buy several pounds of other grains.

He couldn't buy too much either.

But the boss didn't care and kept urging Zhang Jichen to quickly say his name.

Zhang Jichen was helpless. Just when he was about to say his name, he saw Zhang Hao slowly holding his hand and saying calmly:

"Keep your eyes open and look carefully to see what book he is holding in his hand!"

What else could a book be? Isn’t it just a ledger used to keep rosters?

Zhang Jichen thought subconsciously and took a casual look.

However, the next second, his expression suddenly changed, and he was extremely frightened.

I saw three more words on the black cover of the book in the boss's hand.

Strategy for wronged souls!
What is this?
Zhang Jichen looked at the three big characters in horror. In a daze, the wails of countless wronged souls and ghosts rang out in the black cover, as if countless souls were imprisoned and it was difficult to escape.

Zhang Jichen suddenly broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly hid behind Zhang Hao, looking at him in horror.

"Boss, what is this guy doing?"

"Isn't the thing in his hand a ledger? Why is it called Wrongful Ghost Policy?"

After hearing this, Zhang Hao looked at the other party coldly and said lightly:
"Everyone has a bag, not because he has to take care of customers, but because he is a ghost. How can he tolerate others having a bowl of rice with him?"

"One bag per person is the rule, and the booklet in his hand is for killing people! When he meets a dead person, he will sell rice normally. When he meets a living person, he will kill him first, and then sell the rice to you. Do you still want to eat it?"

Zhang Jichen trembled when he heard this and shook his head desperately. (End of chapter)