Infinite Script Killing

"What is this, a tourist souvenir?" Xu Tong took the crystal coffin in his hand and played with it. It was very small and delicate, and looked almost like a small ornament.

"Don't underestimate this thing. This is a soul crystal. It's very rare. In order to make this small soul coffin, I secretly cut a piece of soul crystal from a piece of soul crystal. My master almost beat me to death!" Ji Feiyu said. That incident made me feel uncomfortable instantly.

He didn't even dare to let his master see this thing, for fear that his master would get angry after seeing it and might beat him up again.

Without waiting for Ji Feiyu to introduce the wonderful use of this thing, Xu Tong threw the thing into the prop book, and saw that the prop book immediately gave an entry about this thing.

【Soul Coffin】: (Small)

The wandering soul has no place to rely on, and will lose its true spirit for a long time. The wind blows like duckweeds, the light shines like fire, and the thunder blows away the ashes. It is hidden in the coffin to gather Yin Qi to nourish the true spirit for thousands of years.

Active skill 1: Soul burial

Putting the soul in it can protect the soul from death and not be affected by the outside world.

Active skill 2: Stay overnight

By spending 2 script points, the soul in the coffin can stay in the host's body for thirty minutes.

Cooling time: 24 hours.

(The host can choose others or himself, but if others refuse, the soul will be beaten back to the soul coffin)

Xu Tong carefully examined the entry of the soul coffin. This thing has some uses, but he has not thought about how to use it. However, as Ji Feiyu said, this thing is indeed good and a treasure.

"Okay, I'll take the things. I'll leave the coffin with you first and pick it up when I come back."

"Ah!! You still want to leave!"

Seeing that Xu Tong still wanted to leave after collecting his things, Ji Feiyu's face tightened, and he glanced sideways at the vast shadow outside: "But...it's very dangerous outside."

"I won't come here because I'm afraid of danger. I'm leaving."

After saying this, Xu Tong pushed open the door and walked out. Not far away, he heard Ji Feiyu's shout from behind: "Wait a minute!!"

Turning around, he saw Ji Feiyu following him, holding a big package around his waist: "Wait for me!!"

Ji Feiyu ran to him: "I'll go with you!"

"What about your store?" Xu Tong looked at him doubtfully.

"The door is broken, what am I doing here alone? Anyway, the soul coffin is for those who are destined to get it. Greedy ghosts who are not destined will only seek their own death. It will be safer for me to follow you."

Ji Feiyu was also free and easy. There were a lot of valuable things in the shop, but not everyone could take them away. What could be taken away was all in the small bag in his arms.

Xu Tong was amused by Ji Feiyu. He laughed a few times and his expression gradually became serious: "You are quite good at planning, but my ability is limited. If I can protect you, I will protect you. If I can't..."

"I understand. We can't guarantee that everyone will run away separately. Besides, I'm quite familiar with the ghost market. You look like you've been to the ghost market for the first time. I'm not exaggerating. If you just run around like this, you might end up somewhere." Ji Feiyu raised her head with a arrogant expression, which made Xu Tong's smile brighter.

"I just like how proud you are."

After the two of them talked, Ji Feiyu took Xu Tong forward. On the way, he saw that almost all the shops in the ghost market were open, but the items sold were all kinds of strange.

A noodle shop on the street is doing good business.

There are guests sitting at every table. A large bowl of noodles is topped with various braises, a spoonful of oil and chili peppers, and a few green cabbage leaves are boiled on top. Just looking at it makes people appetite.

Not to mention the wandering ghosts passing by, even looking at it made me feel my appetite increased, but when I looked at the process below, I lost my appetite in an instant.

I saw the boss spreading a piece of white paper on it, cutting it into strips with a knife, and throwing it into a pot aside with a flick of his hand. When I looked at the pot again, I saw cold water and no fire underneath.

But after the boss stirred it a few times with chopsticks, it turned into steaming noodles.

He looked at a shop in front of him that was actually selling tombstones. A skinny old man was sitting in front of the shop, shouting to the people passing by: "There are no famous people in life, and nameless ghosts after death. People will judge the merits of the past life, and who is the real or fake one on the tombstone?" As everyone knows, brothers who are passing by may as well bring a tombstone for themselves. If it is discovered by archaeologists that day, it may be prosperous!"

After hearing this, Xu Tong realized that the tombstone of feelings was made by the old man himself, which is a bit like the meaning of false certificates in reality.

"Look here, look here, it's a fine shroud."

"Ten thousand taels of gold will be snatched up by thousands of people in this world, but ten thousand taels of gold in the underworld. Brothers and sisters who need it, come and take a look."

There was an endless stream of hawking sounds on the street, and Ji Feiyu hid beside Xu Tong timidly, watching the passersby around him with vigilant eyes.

There are all kinds of fancy clothes, but everyone seems to have a haze surrounding them.

"It's exactly what my master said. These wandering souls are all released from the underworld. They have the mark of the underworld on their bodies. They will be recalled when the time comes." Ji Feiyu thought to himself.

At this time, Xu Tong, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped. Ji Feiyu couldn't dodge and almost bumped into him. He quickly stuck his head out and followed Xu Tong's gaze.

When he saw Xu Tong looking at a longevity food store, he hurriedly pulled Xu Tong a few times.

"Nine out of ten of these shops are ghosts, and the things they sell may not be real. Some of the things seem to be rare treasures, but when you leave the gate of the ghost market, you will find that they are all genuine. tattered."

In the ghost market, things are real and fake, and fake and fake are real. This is true for people, ghosts, and antiques.

What matters is one's eyesight. If you don't have any real ability and want to make money here, then just wait for it to be slapped.

Ji Feiyu told Xu Tong a few things he knew in detail, and they were all stories about unlucky people who suffered big losses in the ghost market.

"Actually, it's okay for ghosts to come to the ghost market. After all, those guys with problems won't come to a place like this."

I don't know if it was to embolden him, but Ji Feiyu talked a lot along the way.

"You know, I saw a fool before... Wuwu!!" Just when Ji Feiyu wanted to share with Xu Tong what he had seen and heard.

Xu Tong suddenly covered this guy's mouth and pulled him aside: "Stop talking and follow me!"

As he said this, he pulled Ji Feiyu forward without caring.

The reason why he was so anxious was because he happened to see an acquaintance, no, he should be considered an enemy.

Four old men, these four were the same old men who besieged me at the train station last time. I couldn't remember their names, but I would never forget their faces.

I remember that at that time they were shouting that they were going to cut me into pieces and extract the soul to refine the oil.

It was just a blink of an eye, but Xu Tong recognized the four people at a glance, pulling Ji Feiyu to follow them slowly and leisurely. From a distance, he could hear the four people chatting as they walked.

"Senju, it's true that such a big thing is handed over to a young boy!"

The old man who spoke had a birthmark on his face, and his voice was loud and unconcealed. He was obviously very dissatisfied with the young boy he spoke of.

However, the old man with a straw hat on the side had another opinion: "Brother Yang, that's not what you said. Hun Jianglong is Qian Shou's confidant, not to mention that this time Qian Shou has found several new Taoist friends who are quite powerful. It’s not bad, I think it will be fine.”

"Hmph, it's the new ones, I don't believe them. Whenever these skinless things pop up in the world and dare to point fingers at us, there is something wrong with the origins of these people."

"Stop talking nonsense. He has big fists. Didn't you see that guy with nine fingers? He was full of evil energy. With one palm, the thunder hand Luo Wenbo suffered a big loss and almost vomited blood, but he couldn't even move without moving. No."

When another old man talked about this, he couldn't help sighing, saying that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the Zhao Jian before had already made huge waves in their hearts.

Now, a character more ruthless than Zhao Jian has appeared, and his strength is also extraordinary. Old guys like them instantly feel like they were shot to death on the shore.

"Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly. It's already good for people like us old guys to share a sip of soup. As a human being, you must be content."

The old man who had been silent until now saw that they were complaining and immediately spoke to urge them.

The other three old people nodded when they heard this: "That's right. After all, we are responsible for the cause and effect. We don't have to do anything. It's not bad to take a sip of soup. There are so many ghosts in the ghost market this time. Even a sip of soup can prolong our lives." Alright."

When the four of them said this, they burst into laughter.

Xu Tong hid in the back corner and listened carefully. He couldn't help but frown when he heard the words. He couldn't help thinking about the words of these four old guys. It seemed that the players who had arrived had joined the Qianju camp.

And the person with the nine fingers they mentioned might be the Jing Shoucheng they were originally looking for. Seeing the sighs on the faces of these four old men, it seemed that this Jing Shoucheng was really a certified player.

The four old men were also strange, walking around the enclosure towards the northeast corner.

"That's not right. If you go further, you will reach the exit of the ghost market!!" Ji Feiyu couldn't help but said doubtfully as he looked at the path that was getting more and more deviated.

"exit??"

Xu Tong was also very surprised. Since Qianju and the others were going to make a big noise, why did these people stay at the exit? Is it to prevent someone from escaping? ?

With doubts, the two of them followed quietly, only to see an old man striding toward the exit of the ghost market.

"Four old brothers, are you leaving?"

Seeing the four people approaching, an old man on crutches who was guarding the exit came forward and asked, according to the rules of the ghost market, you need to pay a ticket when leaving the ghost market.

Facing the gatekeeper's inquiry, the four of them looked at each other, and the old man with the birthmark on his face stepped forward and said with a smile: "Yes, we have gained a lot this time, and you can see that they are all good things."

As he spoke, he took off a bag from his waist and opened it to let the gatekeeper see.

"Hahaha, congratulations to you, brother, my little brother who is so proud of you has his eyes opened today."

The gatekeeper lowered his head and stretched his neck in front of the bag with a smile, and was about to see what treasure was inside. Suddenly, a cold light suddenly flashed from the bag, and a scimitar came out of the bag. The silver light shone and the coldness was overwhelming. The next moment The gatekeeper's head fell into the bag.

The old man pocketed the bag, looked at the bloody head inside and sneered: "Look, let me just say this is a treasure."