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Zhuge Lan excitedly followed Dugu Bo, chattering incessantly:
"Where is that Ghost Market located?"
Dugu Bo thought for a moment and said:
"Actually, I'm not sure either. I only heard an Old man say that there's an entrance to the Ghost Market in the northeast corner of this town. Let's head northeast and take a look first."
"Old Poison, do you think this Ghost Market really has that many peerless treasures? I can't wait to see them."
Zhuge Lan asked with a face full of anticipation.
Dugu Bo glanced at him and said indifferently:
"It's not certain if there are any, but since there's an Auction, there should be some good things. But don't have too high hopes. How could there be so many peerless treasures in this world that we could easily stumble upon?"
"Hehe, no matter what, there's no harm in going to take a look. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to find a treasure that can instantly restore Bìluò."
Zhuge Lan said with a cheerful smile, his eyes sparkling with longing.
Dugu Bo snorted:
"Stop dreaming. There's no such miraculous treasure. But if there really is something that can help her recover, then that would naturally be for the best."
"Old Poison, why do you say this Ghost Market isn't regulated? Is it that no one can control it?"
Zhuge Lan curiously threw out another question.
Dugu Bo pondered for a moment before saying:
"How would I know? But precisely because of that, the situation inside is even more complex. We must be careful when we go in."
"Don't worry, Old Poison, I'll be careful. I'm not stupid; I won't easily cause trouble."
Zhuge Lan patted his chest and promised.
Dugu Bo rolled his eyes at him:
"You're the one who causes the most trouble."
As they walked, Dugu Bo suddenly remembered something and said:
"I suppose there must be many contraband items that cannot be traded in regular markets, but can find channels for buying and selling there. That's why I said the origins of those treasures might not be clean."
"Oh, who cares if it's clean or not, as long as we can find useful things. Maybe we can even find some rare cultivation techniques, secret manuals, or divine artifacts."
Zhuge Lan became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he had already seen countless treasures beckoning to him.
Dugu Bo smiled helplessly:
"You, stop daydreaming. Even if there are such things, the price will definitely be high, and there will definitely be many people fighting for them. We might not be able to get them."
"Hehe, how will we know if we don't try? Old Poison, how many gold coins do you have with you? It would be too embarrassing if we saw something good but didn't have money to buy it."
Zhuge Lan asked slyly.
Dugu Bo glared at him:
"I brought some, but it probably won't be enough to buy any peerless treasures. We'll see how it goes. If there's something truly suitable, we'll figure out a way."
In a flash.
They arrived at the northeast corner of the town.
At this time, the pedestrians on the road began to change significantly.
The previously leisurely and slow paces disappeared, replaced by hurried and wary steps.
Their figures were rushed, as if they were hurrying to complete some important task, or as if they were avoiding some unknown danger.
Their attire also became mysterious; people covered their bodies with wide cloaks, burying their faces deep in the shadows of their hoods, making it difficult to discern their features.
Some pedestrians even wore special masks, revealing only their eyes, which showed caution and vigilance.
Dugu Bo and Zhuge Lan walked among them, appearing somewhat out of place.
Zhuge Lan curiously looked around, unable to help but whisper:
"Why are all these people like this? They've become so cautious."
Dugu Bo, with a serious expression, reminded him in a low voice:
"Don't look around. Be careful. Judging by the state of these people around us, I think we came to the right place. The entrance to the Ghost Market should be nearby. By the way, do you have any masks to cover our faces? We can't just swagger into the Ghost Market."
Upon hearing this, Zhuge Lan quickly rummaged through his storage bag.
After some fumbling, he finally found two masks. They were ordinary in style but could serve the purpose of covering their faces.
He handed one to Dugu Bo and quickly put on the other himself, adjusting the angle to ensure his face was completely covered.
As he put it on, he said:
"Good thing I prepared some small trinkets before. These masks should come in handy."
After both of them put on their masks, they tried to quicken their pace as well, blending into the surrounding crowd.
As they continued forward, the crowd became denser, and the atmosphere grew even more eerie.
Dugu Bo's grip on his fists tightened slightly, his eyes constantly observing the surroundings.
Not far ahead, there was a seemingly ordinary alley entrance, but the people around it were all intentionally or unintentionally converging in that direction. Dugu Bo and Zhuge Lan exchanged glances, understanding each other implicitly. He quietly said to Zhuge Lan:
"That alley ahead should be the entrance to the Ghost Market."
Zhuge Lan also nodded and said:
"That's right. Now, look at the pedestrians around us; not a single one has their face exposed. They should all be heading to the Ghost Market. We just need to follow the crowd in now."
They followed the flow of people and gradually reached the alley entrance.
They finally got a clear view of the situation at the alley entrance and realized that three people were guarding it.
Two men stood behind with their hands behind their backs, looking serious, their eyes revealing a sense of deterrence.
And one person was collecting money at the front. In front of him was a medium-sized box, which already contained some gold coins.
Everyone was orderly queuing up, and each person automatically and consciously put 50 gold coins into the wooden box.
Dugu Bo asked:
"Does that mean entering the Ghost Market costs 50 gold coins?"
Zhuge Lan frowned:
"No way, the entrance fee is 50 gold coins? That's too expensive, isn't it?"
Although Zhuge Lan complained, he was even more excited in his heart.
Even the entry fee was so expensive, which only indicated that the treasures inside must be even more valuable.
While they were discussing.
A tall, burly man suddenly rushed out of the crowd, his eyes revealing a fierce and arrogant look.
He strode towards the alley entrance, showing no intention of paying, and yelled:
"What Ghost Market? How dare you charge me money? I'm not paying! What can you do to me?!"
The face of the person collecting money at the alley entrance sank, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He quickly stood up and shouted loudly:
"Stop! If you want to enter the Ghost Market, you must follow the rules and pay to enter!"
However.
The brute completely ignored him and continued to charge forward stubbornly.
At this moment, the two serious-looking men standing behind immediately moved.
Their figures were like lightning, instantly flashing in front of the brute, blocking his path.
One of them said coldly:
"You're courting death! How dare you cause trouble in the Ghost Market!"
The brute, however, was fearless. He swung his fist at one of them, cursing and yelling:
"I don't believe you can do anything to me! I'm breaking the rules of this Ghost Market today!" (End of this chapter)
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