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Seeing that they still didn't respond, the leading paper man spoke again, "Into the coffin!"

The voice was extremely sharp, and the black bean-like eyes stared straight at them, as if they would do it themselves if they didn't take the initiative to enter the coffin.

Qi Guanshan tugged at her and whispered: "Hurry in, it will be too late if you delay any longer."

Fu Zhaozhao nodded, walked to the red coffin in the middle without saying anything, and lay down in it.

Xiaobao looked obviously hesitant, but the eyes of those paper figures kept staring at her, which made people particularly uncomfortable. Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and lay down.

After the three people were lying firmly behind the red coffin, the sharp voice of the leading paper man sounded again.

"Lid the coffin!"

As the coffin lid closed, darkness entered the room.

Fu Zhaozhao touched the place beside him and put the wooden mask on his face according to his previous impression.

The red coffin was swaying on the road. Xiaobao was still a little nervous at first, but as time passed little by little, he actually became a little sleepy. After yawning, he forced his sleepiness to put on the mask. Then he fell asleep.

The time came to one o'clock in the morning in the blink of an eye. The red coffin was placed on the ground by the paper man, and there was no other movement.

Fu Zhaozhao, who had been nervous all the time, clearly felt something was wrong. After making sure there were no other noises around, she pushed open the lid of the red coffin.

The red coffin was extremely heavy, and it took a lot of effort for Fu Zhaozhao to open it.

There was a knocking sound from another red coffin next to it, as if something had happened and it couldn't be opened from the inside.

Fu Zhaozhao strode over and opened the coffin lid in a few clicks.

Qi Guanshan looked like he was suffocated, breathing heavily.

"I don't know what's going on inside. The seal is too tight. It's a good thing that I came out with you, otherwise I would have died in here." Qi Guanshan said with lingering fear.

Then he seemed to think of something and looked to the side.

I saw that the red coffin belonging to Xiaobao was still covered, and it was obvious that the other party did not run out from inside.

Qi Guanshan was so frightened that he climbed out of the red coffin and pulled Fu Zhaozhao to help open the lid of the coffin. However, before he could do anything, he could clearly hear a clear snoring sound coming from inside the red coffin.

Qi Guanshan: "..."

For a moment, he was a little reluctant to take action.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Fu Zhaozhao and asked in disbelief: "Is she asleep in there?"

Fu Zhaozhao nodded firmly, "It's what you think."

When she came out of the red coffin, she heard Xiaobao's snoring, and Qi Guanshan seemed to be panicking, so she stopped caring about it for the time being.

The two laboriously opened the lid of the red coffin. Xiaobao inside was sleeping soundly, but the loud sound woke her up.

Looking sleepily at the two enlarged faces, he immediately sat up from the red coffin in fright.

"You... why are you so close? It scares me to death." Xiaobao said in shock.

Fu Zhaozhao: "Stop talking so much, come out quickly, the ghost market has started."

When Xiaobao heard this, he quickly climbed out of the red coffin.

She seemed to have thought of something, and looked around, "Hey, where did those paper figures go?" Qi Guanshan: "I don't know, maybe they disappeared after the mission was completed."

Fu Zhaozhao pointed to some gray-black powder on the ground and said, "It's probably burned out."

Although Xiaobao found it strange, he didn't ask too much. He just glanced at the black powder blown by the wind and stepped over.

There were bright lights not far away, but the lights were green and faint, and from a distance, the market looked like small vendors in ancient times.

The three of them were getting closer and closer to the market, and they could see more clearly.

There were also many people like them around, wearing wooden ghost masks on their faces and holding green lanterns in their hands, rushing into the market.

Xiaobao stared at those people's lanterns eagerly, then looked around and saw a lantern pick-up station at the door, so he quickly ran over and brought three lanterns back.

After each person shared a cup, he entered the market in high spirits.

I have to say that a real ghost market is very different from an ordinary ghost market.

At least in ordinary ghost markets, you can't put your head into the frying pan, scoop it up and put it back on your neck. The other party seems to be selling noodle soup. This operation is like adding ingredients to the soup. Suddenly, there are many people wearing masks. There was a long queue of ghosts.

There are quite a few like this, but the most attractive one is a performance stage in the middle of the ghost market.

The three of them stepped forward to take a look, and found that they were actually performing eighteen levels of torture. The torture that each level had to endure immediately made the ghosts around them cheer.

The scene was a bit too bloody, and Xiaobao's expression looked extremely unnatural, as if he was about to vomit in the next moment.

Since she doesn't often come into contact with these things, and after taking charge of the investigation team, she doesn't have to deal with many things in person. Now that she sees such an exciting scene, it's hard for her to bear it.

Seeing this, Qi Guanshan quickly pulled the person aside to avoid vomiting on the spot.

In just such a blink of an eye, as the ghost tide surged, the three of them were actually washed away.

Fu Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, but he felt relieved when he thought that Xiaobao had Qi Guanshan by his side and he would probably pay more attention.

This was probably the first time he came to a real ghost market, and it was particularly interesting for Fu Zhaozhao to walk around alone.

But she didn't dare to touch the snacks and other things in the ghost market, but some special performances were still very interesting to watch.

While walking around like this, someone accidentally bumped into the back of a man in ancient costume.

Fu Zhaozhao apologized repeatedly in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice it just now."

The man turned slightly sideways, as if he smelled something, and twitched his nose slightly, his eyes falling on the other person's shadow that was illuminated by the candlelight.

The originally cold face softened in an instant.

"It's okay, be careful next time." The man's voice sounded cold and gentle. If it were an ordinary woman, she would probably blush in an instant.

But this matter fell on Fu Zhaozhao. She just nodded slightly, expressed her apology, and then turned around and walked in another direction.

When the man saw this, his lips under the mask pursed tightly, but after a while, he raised the corners of his lips and said, "Is this your first time coming to the ghost market?"

Fu Zhaozhao didn't think too much, so he nodded and said, "It's the first time I've met. It's quite interesting."

The man chuckled lightly, looked around, and said as if unintentionally: "In the ghost market, these are common. The interesting ones are all behind, just see if you can find them."

Fu Zhaozhao: "Huh? Are there other more interesting places in the ghost market?"