Douluo: The soul skills are too abstract, Tang San burst into tears!.

Zhuge Lan excitedly followed Dugu Bo, chattering non-stop:

"Where is the ghost market?"

Dugu Bo thought for a moment and said:
"I don't know for sure, but I heard from an old man that there is an entrance to a ghost market in the northeast corner of this town. Let's go to the northeast and take a look."

"Old Poison, do you think there are so many rare treasures in this ghost market? I can't wait to see them."

Zhuge Lan asked expectantly.

Dugu Bo glanced at him and said lightly:

"It's not certain whether there will be any, but since there is an auction, there must be some good stuff. But don't hold your hopes too high. There are not so many rare treasures in the world that we can easily come across."

"Hehe, no matter what, it won't hurt to go and take a look. Maybe I'll be lucky and find a treasure that can instantly restore Biluo."

Zhuge Lan said this with a grin, his eyes sparkling with longing.

Dugu Bo snorted:
"Don't dream about it. There is no such magical treasure. But if there is something that can help her recover, that would be great."

"Old Poison, why is this ghost market not under control? Is there no one to manage it?"

Zhuge Lan curiously asked another question.

Dugu Bo pondered for a moment and said:
"How would I know? But because of this, the situation inside is more complicated. We have to be careful after we go in."

"Don't worry, old poisoner, I will be careful. I'm not stupid, I won't cause trouble easily."

Zhuge Lan patted his chest and assured.

Dugu Bo rolled his eyes at him:
"You are the one who causes the most trouble."

As they walked, Dugu Bo suddenly remembered something and said:

"I think there must be a lot of contraband items that cannot be traded in the regular market, but they can be bought and sold there. That's why I said the origins of those treasures might not be clean."

"Well, who cares if it's clean or not, as long as we can find something useful. Maybe we can even come across some rare martial arts secrets or artifacts or something."

Zhuge Lan became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had already seen countless treasures waving to him.

Dugu Bo smiled helplessly:
"You, don't let your imagination run wild. Even if those things exist, they must be very expensive, and there must be many people vying for them. We may not be able to get them."

"Hey, how do you know if you don't try? Old Poison, how many gold soul coins do you have on you? It would be so embarrassing if you see something good but don't have the money to buy it."

Zhuge Lan asked cunningly.

Dugu Bo glared at him:
"I brought some with me, but it shouldn't be enough to buy any rare treasures. We'll see what happens when the time comes. If there's something really suitable, we'll find a way."

In the blink of an eye.

They came to the northeast corner of the town.

At this time, the pedestrians on the road began to undergo great changes.

The previous leisurely and slow pace disappeared, replaced by rapid and vigilant footsteps.

They were in a hurry, as if they were rushing to complete some important task, or avoiding some unknown danger.

The clothing also became mysterious. People covered their bodies with wide cloaks and buried their faces in the shadows of the hoods, making it difficult to see their faces clearly.

Some pedestrians wore special masks, revealing only a pair of eyes, and their eyes revealed caution and vigilance.

Dugu Bo and Zhuge Lan seemed somewhat out of place walking among them.

Zhuge Lan looked around curiously and couldn't help but whispered:

"Why are these people like this? They are becoming so cautious."

Dugu Bo looked solemn and reminded in a low voice:

"Don't look around, be careful. Looking at the conditions of these people around, I think we have come to the right place. The entrance to the Ghost Market should be nearby. By the way, do you have a mask to cover our faces? We can't walk into the Ghost Market openly." Upon hearing this, Zhuge Lan hurriedly rummaged through his storage bag.

After a while of fiddling, I finally found two masks. They were ordinary in style but could still serve the purpose of covering the face.

He handed one to Dugu Bo and quickly put on the other one himself, adjusting the angle to make sure his face was completely covered.

He said as he put it on:

"Fortunately, I prepared some gadgets before. This mask should come in handy."

After putting on their masks, the two tried to quicken their pace and blend into the crowd around them.

As they continued to move forward, the crowd became denser and the atmosphere became more eerie.

Dugu Bo clenched his fists nervously, his eyes constantly observing the situation around him.

There was a seemingly ordinary alley not far ahead, but people around were all heading in that direction intentionally or unintentionally. Dugu Bo and Zhuge Lan looked at each other and understood each other. He said softly to Zhuge Lan:

"The alley ahead should be the entrance to the ghost market."

Zhuge Lan also nodded and said:
"That's right. Look at the people around us now. None of them have their faces exposed. They should all be heading to the ghost market. Now we just need to follow the crowd in."

They followed the crowd and gradually walked to the entrance of the alley.

They finally saw the situation at the alley entrance clearly and discovered that there were three people guarding there.

The two men stood at the back with their hands behind their backs, looking serious and with a sense of intimidation in their eyes.

A man was collecting money in front. In front of him was a box of medium size with some gold soul coins in it.

Everyone lined up in an orderly manner, and everyone automatically and consciously put 50 gold soul coins into the wooden box.

Dugu Bo asked:
"Does that mean that you have to pay 50 gold soul coins to enter the ghost market?"

Zhuge Lan frowned:
"No way, the ticket costs 50 gold soul coins, isn't that too expensive?"

Although Zhuge Lan complained, he was even more looking forward to it in his heart.

If even the entrance fee is so expensive, it can only mean that the treasures inside must be more worthwhile.

While they were discussing.

A tall and strong man suddenly rushed out from the crowd, his eyes revealing ferocity and brutality.

He strode towards the alley entrance with no intention of paying, and kept shouting:

"What a hell of a market! You dare to take my money? I won't pay you. Let's see what you can do to me!"

The man guarding the entrance to the alley collecting money had a gloomy expression, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He quickly stood up and shouted:

"Stop! If you want to enter the ghost market, you must abide by the rules and pay to enter!"

however.

The brute pretended not to hear and continued to rush forward as usual.

At this moment, the two serious-looking men standing behind immediately moved.

They were as fast as lightning and instantly flashed in front of the barbarian, blocking his way.

One of them said coldly:

"How dare you cause trouble in the ghost market!"

The barbarian was not afraid at all. He raised his fist and punched one of them, cursing:
"I don't believe you can do anything to me. I'm breaking the rules of this ghost market today!" (End of this chapter)