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Chapter 212: The ghost market establishes rules, but those who violate it will be punished!
Seeing such a scene, Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun were stunned.

Do ghosts really eat?

"Why don't you take a closer look!"

As if aware of Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun's doubts, Feng Yun said this and patted them on the shoulders at the same time.

The picture in front of them gradually became distorted. When they looked at it again, they discovered that these ghosts had livid faces and were not really eating, but breathing in invisible gas.

The food they regarded as delicacies before was actually just bowls of white rice, with three sticks of incense sticking on top of the white rice.

There were several large fire pots next to the ghost responsible for collecting money, and something was burning inside.

The ghosts passing by the brazier casually put their hands into the brazier. When they took their hands back, some banknotes appeared in their hands, and they would spend these banknotes later.

What's the situation?
The scene in front of them changed, and it seemed that what they were seeing now was a real scene. Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun stared at all this with their mouths open, without making any sound.

“Things offered in the human world can only be received in the ghost market.

Remember, you can only look at the things here, not touch them..."

Feng Yun's voice seemed to come from a distant place and floated into their ears.

After Feng Yun finished speaking, he reached out his hand again and patted both of their shoulders lightly.

After shivering all over, Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun found that they were in a trance again, and the picture returned to the way they saw it at the beginning.

The ghosts coming and going sat in front of the stall and ate delicious food with intoxicated looks on their faces. It was impossible to tell that they were ghosts.

Ignoring the two of them, Feng Yun continued walking forward.

This time, Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun did not dare to hesitate at all, and followed them almost in a hurry, fearing that they would not be able to find Feng Yun because they were a little slower.

Now, they also truly understand why Feng Yunhui has made it compulsory to clear the place before midnight. It closes at ten o'clock and no one can stay in the scenic area after eleven o'clock.

Ordinary people would go crazy on the spot when they see the changes in the scenic area and the presence of these ghosts.

Following Feng Yun's footsteps, the scenic area became more lively, and the sounds of hawking and shouting became more and more clear.

Without walking too far, they saw that there was actually a large market in front of them, and there were crowds of people coming and going in the market.

There were countless stalls on both sides of the road, and there were countless strange things on the stalls, which they couldn't understand at all.

“The ghost market here is no different from the human market.

Of course, the people buying and selling here are not simple people, but ghosts! "

As he spoke, Feng Yun pointed to a stall next to him. There were rows of small bottles on the stall.

"These bottles are called Yangshou bottles, and they contain Yangshou. A bottle contains five years of Yangshou!"

Seeing the dumbfounded looks of the two, Feng Yun pointed to another booth with a long queue.

Different from other booths, this booth is placed in a store, which is equivalent to a physical store in the world.

A female ghost dressed in white with an equally pale face was sitting on the edge of the shop door, reaching out to collect money from the ghosts queuing up.

Every few minutes, the female ghost would let a ghost in.

"This is a place where dreams are entrusted. Many ghosts hope that their descendants can burn some property for themselves, so they need to come here to entrust dreams.

Although the ghost market is different from the human world, ghosts also need to live, and various industries here have developed accordingly..."

Feng Yun used very modern explanations to explain everything in the ghost market, which made Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun feel weird but also seemed normal.

"Of course, not only ghosts can enter the ghost market. Some alchemists, warlocks or Taoist priests with profound cultivation can enter here and trade some rare items that are not found in the world...

For transactions in the ghost market, coins are not the only transaction currency, but more of an equivalent exchange. As long as both parties to the transaction are willing, their transaction can be established! "

When he said this, Feng Yun glanced at Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun, with a strong warning in his eyes.

This is not a good place, at least for the two of them, it is definitely not a good place. Here, they cannot use any brains, otherwise, they will only get burned...

This was entirely Feng Yun's advice for the sake of safety.

In fact, he was really too cautious.

Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun are not fools. Everything here is incompatible with them. They are already very nervous when walking here. How can they dare to use their brains?

At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from the front, and it seemed that there was a dispute between ghosts and ghosts.

After walking a few steps faster, they could clearly see the situation ahead.

A group of ghosts surrounded a ghost and kicked and punched him. The figure of the beaten ghost became more and more transparent, and it looked like he was about to lose his soul.

"Boom-"

The sudden sound of gongs and drums attracted the attention of all nearby ghosts and monsters, including Feng Yun and the others, who were also attracted by the sound and followed the sound.

The sound of gongs and drums seemed to have a strange attraction to these ghosts and monsters, and they all followed the sound and walked in the direction of the sound.

The ghosts who were still punching and kicking the ghost also put down the ghost, stopped beating him, and walked towards the direction of the sound.

The beaten ghost's figure disappeared, and he quickly got up from the ground and followed him without any hesitation.

All the ghosts gathered towards one place, and the temperature around them dropped rapidly.

Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun felt inexplicably dizzy, and their whole bodies were swaying, as if they were about to fall down in the next second.

Feng Yun, who was standing next to them, immediately noticed the changes in the two of them. He thought for a moment and realized what was going on. He decisively grabbed a handful of paper money from the burning brazier next to him and moved quickly. Smeared on their faces.

"Ah—" Taking a deep breath, Dai Jianshui let out a loud cry, and the feeling of dizziness gradually disappeared.

Feng Jianjun was a step slower than him and regained his composure. Although he still didn't understand what happened, he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

The two of them just stared at Feng Yun, wanting to know what was going on from him.

Looking at the two of them indifferently, Feng Yun took out a handkerchief from his pocket, slowly wiped off the paper money and dust on his hands, and then slowly said, "The Yin Qi erodes the Yang Qi in your body. It will become weaker and weaker. In the ghost market, it is best not to speak without talking, so as not to let the Yang Qi leak out!"

Hearing what Feng Yun said, Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun hurriedly covered their mouths, pressed against Feng Yun, and quickened their pace, just wanting to leave quickly.

After several people walked forward for a while, they arrived at the back mountain stage.

A lot of ghosts and monsters have gathered here, and they are also waiting for the show to begin.

There was Feng Yun standing among the ghosts. Although these ghosts couldn't tell Feng Yun's identity, they felt inexplicably afraid, and unconsciously opened the distance from Feng Yun and his party.

To the ghost's reaction, Feng Yun didn't respond at all. His gaze was directed towards the empty stage. The white lanterns were slowly lighting up at this moment, as if to indicate that the good show was about to begin.

More and more ghosts are coming towards the stage, and countless ghosts are waiting silently under the stage.

On the stage, the drums were beaten.

Accompanied by the sound of drums, two people wearing costumes and facial makeup appeared in the center of the stage.

The man has a strong build, broad shoulders and a round waist. He has a Tang style bun on his head, with a hat wing on each side. He has red cheeks and angry temples, and double-pointed ear hairs stand on both sides of the temples.

He was wearing a vermilion official uniform and black thick-soled boots.

The other stared angrily, holding an umbrella, a lamp, and a ghost-slaying sword in his hands.

Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun are not people who like to go to the theater, so they have neither seen nor recognized the images of these two people. They were just shocked by the ghosts around them. After seeing these two people appear on the stage, they were all shocked. He knelt on the ground and shouted, "Master."

The person who stared angrily shouted angrily, and the sound seemed to echo throughout the entire Baiwu Mountain.

"The Holy Lord who blesses the house is here to establish rules for the ghost market. Anyone who enters the ghost market and does not comply will be executed!"

The sound resounded through the sky, and the ghosts and monsters present lay on the ground, trembling, and did not dare to react at all.

Dai Jianshui felt frightened and looked at Feng Yun, "Director Feng, what is this situation?"

What rules, what decisive decisions, does it have anything to do with them?

Feng Yun smiled silently, his eyes fell on the two people on the stage, and after a while, he slowly said: "Don't worry, these two people are members of our polling bureau!
The reason why they appeared on the stage was to play Zhong Kui and enforce the rules in the ghost market. After the rules were established, they could ensure that no chaos would occur in the ghost market in the future! "

Hearing what Feng Yun said, Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun looked at the two people on the stage again, and then realized that the man in red official uniform was the fat man from the polling bureau they had seen before?

The character he plays is none other than Zhong Kui. Not to mention, his movements and gestures are really impressive and look just like the real thing.

Standing next to the fat man was Yan Qilin.

The two of them set a total of ten rules for the ghost market, including opening at midnight and closing at dawn and so on.

These ten rules were formulated by Feng Yun from the beginning to ensure that humans and ghosts can live in harmony in the ghost market in Baiwu Mountain.

During the day, the scenic area is crowded with tourists.

At night, the ghost market opens, and ghosts conduct various transactions.

The last gong sounded, and the fat man who played Zhong Kui took the lead in walking towards the back of the stage, followed closely by Yan Qilin.

The play had ended, and the gathered ghosts naturally retreated quietly. However, after this scene where Zhong Kui set the rules, the ghosts who re-entered the ghost market were obviously much restrained.

Among the ten rules Zhong Kui set just now, one of them is that all kinds of fighting are strictly prohibited in the ghost market. Anyone who causes a disturbance will be executed on the spot regardless of the cause or consequences!

Under such rules, which ghost would dare to react?
How dare they act so recklessly in a place controlled by Zhong Kui?

Not long after, the area around the stage was deserted, with only Feng Yun and his party remaining.

Just now, Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun were standing close to Feng Yun. The two of them subconsciously held their breath and concentrated, not daring to move. They even closed their eyes for fear of seeing something they shouldn't see.

Even though they had achieved this step, when the ghosts left the field and passed by them, that gloomy aura still circulated around them.

Fortunately, Feng Yun had already smeared paper money ash on their faces before to cover up the yang energy on their bodies. Otherwise, in just a short time, all the yang energy on their bodies would have dissipated, and they might even be in vain. Wushan can’t even get out.

It was the first time for Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianshui to experience such a strange thing. If Feng Yun hadn't been there to give them a sense of security, they would have had to lie down on the ground first.

Even though he knew that Feng Yun would never let anything happen to them, the panic that arose from the bottom of his heart could not be easily eliminated.

Passively led by Feng Yun, they wandered in the Yin Qi. Unknowingly, they had reached the entrance of the Baiwu Mountain Scenic Area.

"There is a lot of yin in the ghost city, you are just ordinary people, it is not suitable to stay in the ghost city for a long time.

Now, you already know what kind of place the ghost market is, and everything about the Baiwu Mountain Scenic Area will be handled by you.

I have fulfilled Governor Dai’s promise regarding the Baiwu Mountain Scenic Area.

The Baiwu Mountain Scenic Area has successfully completed all the construction, and the subsequent operation is Linjun's own business.

One more thing, I want to say that nothing in the Baiwu Mountain Scenic Area can move at all in the open.

Here, the future of the entire Lin County is related. Once an accident occurs, you cannot afford the consequences! "

Looking at Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun, Feng Yunzai warned them again carefully.

Dai Jianshui and Feng Jianjun had completely come to their senses at this time, and they nodded repeatedly to the things Feng Yun explained.

"Director Feng, I promise that nothing about the Baiwu Mountain Scenic Area will move at all. Even if there are any changes, I will report to you as soon as possible. I will never dare to make decisions without authorization!"

(End of this chapter)