My future diary cannot be the last one

A sudden hand rested on Xun Xi's shoulder without any warning. At first glance, it seemed like someone was just talking behind his back.

But actually?

(I'm still in the coffin!)

Xun Xi realized the problem immediately: except for his hands and feet, his body never left the coffin, so there should be a coffin board behind him. How could there be a hand sticking out of the coffin board? If someone is really behind it, it should be like a coffin!

"Ghost market? What ghost market?"

At the same time, Luo Chong and the corpse exorcist who were walking in front seemed to hear the strange voice, and the two of them subconsciously replied.

But that's it.

Before he finished speaking, Xun Xibian saw Luo Chong and the exorcist each stretched out a palm with exposed veins from the collar of their necks, and put it on their shoulders, and the two were touched by their palms. His skin was also ulcerated visibly to the naked eye, turning a bluish-white color filled with lifeless energy.

"My day!"

Seeing this scene, the exorcists and Luo Chongdeng immediately screamed. Under normal circumstances, they would not be so panicked.

The problem is after entering this county.

Unlike Xun Xi, the two of them all inhaled the thick smoke in the county. They had also said before that this thick smoke had the strange ability to suppress supernatural beings.

There is no way to resist this kind of oppression.

Therefore, the supernatural powers in the two people's bodies were almost in a state of silence at this moment, and they could not use them even if they wanted to. In this case, they are no different from ordinary people. When ordinary people face supernatural events, such as supernatural beings that can obviously kill people, it is completely normal to panic.

"Xun Xi, save me!"

In the panic, Luo Chong and the corpse exterminator finally did not completely lose their minds, and almost instantly understood who was the life-saving straw at the moment.

"Young man."

At the same time, Xun Xi remained silent, silently listening to the palm behind him and the hoarse voice that kept nagging familiarly:

"I don't have any ill intentions, old man."

"It's just that I'm short of money this time, but it's the opening night of the ghost market again. If you go there empty-handed, it might become a special sale item on the ghost market shelves. As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist, so you should just take it for granted. It’s because you show respect to me, an old man, and I will definitely burn paper money for you next year.”

"Old thing."

Only then did Xun Xi suddenly speak: "I suggest you not touch my shoulders. My body belongs to another person from beginning to end."

".Um?"

After the words fell, the hoarse voice paused slightly, seeming to be a little unresponsive. However, soon, the owner of the voice suddenly felt his shoulders sink.

"What the hell!?"

Looking back, the owner of the voice saw a white palm suddenly placed on his right shoulder. However, as soon as he looked to the right, from his left shoulder, another white palm quietly climbed up his face, and finally slowly covered his eyes.

Ghosts cover their eyes, and their eyes cannot be seen.

The next second, Luo Chong and the corpse chasers were surprised to find that the palm that was originally resting on their shoulders, causing half of their shoulders to ulcerate, suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards——

"Well!"

To the left of the three of them, a suppressed cry of pain suddenly came from a closed shop on the long street. Almost at the same time, Xun Xi suddenly turned his head and looked at the shop with piercing eyes. Then without saying a word, he raised his foot and kicked the shop door hard.

"boom!"

The shop door was kicked open by Xun Xi. And inside the door, I saw a lame old man with one eye and a broken hand lying on a chair.

"little beast"

After seeing Xun Xi, the old man's face showed a bit of ferocity, but recalling the horrific experience just now, he could only grit his teeth and say: "I lose this time, take what you want. Eyes" ?Hands? Or legs? Anyway, I don’t have anything left.”

After speaking, the old man even smiled: "Or do you want my life?"

"I won't kill you."

Xun Xi shook his head when he heard this: "You said ghost market before. What do you mean specifically? Is it this street? Tell me everything you know."

"In exchange for information?"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly and said: "I have been gambling here for so many years, and you are still the first person to come to me for information after winning, instead of asking for my body. You can ask, as long as I know, I’m telling you, otherwise the effort and gain will not be balanced.”

"Have you been gambling here for many years?"

Xun Xi keenly caught the words in the old man's words: "Didn't you say this is a ghost market? Since it is a ghost market, shouldn't it be a transaction?"

"Who said that?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know about other places, but there is only one rule in this ghost city, which is gambling. Bet on life, bet on money, bet on intelligence, and even bet on supernatural beings. There are no limits to the ways of gambling, such as what I just did, It’s just a bet on whether you can survive my supernatural attack.”

"I lost three times."

Speaking of this, the old man also showed bitterness: "The first time I lost an eye. The second time I lost a palm, and the third time I lost a leg."

“The more you lose, the more you gamble.”

"The more you gamble, the more you lose."

"It ended up like this."

Xun Xi also raised his eyebrows when he heard this. The old man's words naturally made him think of one of the Thirteen Primordials, Six-faced Bodhisattva. Logically speaking, trading should be the domain of destiny brokers, but in the end, the rules of this ghost market are gambling, which is obviously the result of the creation of six-faced masters.

Thinking of this, Xun Xi asked the most critical question.

"How do you get out of here?"

"leave?"

The old man blinked his one eye: "You can only leave with an invitation letter. If you don't have an invitation letter, you will be trapped in this place forever."

"Oh?" Xun Xi began to look at the old man, and a smile began to appear on his lips.

"Don't look at me." The old man didn't panic at all and said calmly: "Why do you think I have been gambling here for so many years? My invitation letter has been taken away by gamblers a long time ago. As a result, it ended up in this ghost market. Every opening night You have to bet against others. Even if you win thousands of times, if you lose once, it's all over."

"Tsk." Xun Xi stopped smiling.

"If you want to leave, then keep moving forward." The old man continued: "I am hopeless. I can only survive by gambling for a little life."

"Now I've lost to you again."

"If there were no successors."

"I'm afraid today next year will be my death anniversary."

Although he said it sadly, the old man's expression was very calm. After Xun Xi heard this, he took out a corpse from the kingdom and threw it away.

"Do you recognize this?"

"What. Huh!?"

The old man was careless at first, but after seeing the corpse that Xun Xi left behind, specifically the right leg of the corpse, he suddenly sat up: "My leg!? I obviously lost at the beginning. Why am I here with you?" Wait, my leg was grafted onto someone else’s body?”

What Xun Xi threw out was Ning Huai's body.

As a transcendent of the master-disciple sect, Ning Huai's supernatural powers are all in his leg. He can distance himself by stamping his feet, thereby eliminating the erosion of the supernatural.

But what is unexpected is.

Ning Huai's supernatural powers actually came from the old man in front of him.

"Give it to you."

Xun Xi pushed the body in front of the old man and said directly: "As a condition, you have to tell me who gambled away your legs and your invitation."

"Gifts and transactions are not recognized here." The old man shook his head: "But it's not impossible to find a way. We bet twice. The first time I lost on purpose. You asked me for information. The second time you lost on purpose. , I’ll take my legs away, and if you agree, we’ll do it like this.”

"Okay." Xun Xi nodded.

The old man was very sincere and delivered the goods first and then asked for money, so Xun Xi took out the playing cards and then made a bet with the old man by drawing cards.

Because it is Xun Xi's card, it can be operated in secret.

Regarding this point, the old man also said that the rules of the ghost market do not prohibit cheating, but the key point is that it cannot be discovered. As long as it is not discovered, it is not cheating.

Eventually the two struck a deal.

The old man hugged his lost thigh and was moved to tears for a moment, and he answered Xun Xi's question simply.

"The person who bet on my leg was a man named Lai Sandao."

"As for the person who gambled away my invitation letter, I don't know his name. I only know that he is very young, wearing a Taoist robe, and claims to be a wandering Taoist priest."

".Wandering Taoist priest?"

Xun Xi heard a name that could not be ignored.

The third possibility is that it will be until early in the morning. I have no choice but to work overtime.

Just stay up a little bit and get through these two days.