After rebirth, the domineering empress chased her husband

Chapter 438: The Ghost Market Reappears

After the door opens.

Several people walked in.

Soon, the staff at the checkpoint handed masks to everyone.

The rules are the same as before.

The ghost market is similar to the previous ones, the difference is that this one is full of stalls.

Leng Hanyan looked at the guard.

"We came here because we heard that there is a rare treasure in the ghost market that knows everything about astronomy and geography. It is called the Wheel of Rebirth. Do you know where it is?"

"I have only heard about the situation. I only heard that the Wuyou Tower in Ghost Market is in charge of the world's rare treasures, and recently they got a treasure that can be said to be magical enough to travel through time and space. How could I, a little-known person, be lucky enough to witness it with my own eyes?"

Leng Hanyan glanced at Nanbeijiu.

"I've heard of places that hide antiques and calligraphy and paintings, but I've never heard of a place like this that hides the world's most precious treasures, such as the Wheel of Rebirth."

"Let's go in first."

Several people went into the black market.

Leng Hanyan turned around and glanced at Nan Jiu.

"It is indeed exactly the same, but logically speaking, they are all in caves, how can they be the same? And this mountain is not that big, why is it so spacious inside to accommodate so many buildings? And the shape is the same, but here there are stalls everywhere, as lively as a vegetable market."

Nan Jiu thought for a moment.

Knocked his head.

"I forgot one thing. This ghost market was my idea. I built it to find you. The purpose was to collect rare things in the world, that is, the wheel of rebirth, to find you."

“So the Rebirth Wheel is really in the Ghost Market.”

"No, at that time, it was just a legend, it didn't exist at all. And now after so many years, it's unknown."

A group of people, all kinds of people, walked by.

There were constant calls of hawkers along the way.

"I passed by and took a look. There are top-quality 10,000-year-old Hunyuan Dan, Tang Sanzang's relics from his death, and the golden elixir of a thousand-year-old nine-tailed fox."

Leng Hanyan listened to the hawking voices and turned around to see a man wearing a strange mask, looking around and hawking his wares.

In front of them were beads of different sizes emitting various lights.

"Hey, bead seller, do you have any dragon balls at home?"

The man glanced.

"Of course there is."

"Then may I ask what effects they have?"

The man waved at her to come over.

Leng Hanyan came to the stall and the man leaned close to her ear.

"Do you know why Empress Dowager Cixi's body did not decay after her death?"

"Why."

"It's because you have a dragon ball in your mouth, and the one on my table is a million times more precious than the dragon ball. If the girl wants it, she can get it for a million."

Leng Hanyan took a look.

His eyes were a little stunned.

"One million, this."

The man's expression changed immediately.

"If you can't afford it, then get lost. Don't waste my time introducing it to you. I'm busy."

Leng Hanyan snorted coldly.

Go forward.

At this time, the hawking sounds were heard again.

"Buy paintings, ancient paintings. If you like them, come and have a look. It's free. They are good for beauty and skin."

The moment it reached Leng Hanyan's ears.

He chuckled.

"I say, elder, you are a painter, what does your involvement in beauty care have to do with others?"

The old man selling paintings was dressed in ancient costume and a linen hat, with medium-length hair draped over his back.

Various ancient paintings were placed in front of him, and behind him were hung a series of unfolded landscape paintings.

"You don't understand. Since ancient times, books have their own golden houses and beautiful women. Moreover, ancient paintings that have been influenced by thousands of years have their own spirit and vitality. If you buy them home, they will definitely nourish you and improve your appearance."

Leng Hanyan pouted in disdain.

"Most of the ancient paintings are in the National Museum, and some are in the hands of businessmen and celebrities. How can they be left out there?"

"Hmph, you shallow little girl, most of my ancient paintings were guarded by Li Qingzhao for her husband. Back then, these ancient paintings followed her everywhere, but fortunately some of them were lost in the ghost market, so they have been preserved to this day. Moreover, our family has collected cultural relics for thousands of years, which are unmatched by museums. You are shallow and ignorant, please leave immediately."

Nan Jiu took a look.

Pulling Leng Hanyan forward.

Said in his mouth.

"It really doesn't look like a fake, because ancient books have been specially processed through the changes of time and history. There's no mistaking that smell."

"But it is also a national treasure and should be returned to the National Museum so that people of all generations can appreciate the masterpieces of our predecessors."

"In the past, the national situation changed greatly, and dynasties changed from century to century. For example, in order to preserve her calligraphy and paintings, Li Qingzhao hid from place to place, stole and robbed along the way, and now there are very few left. In addition, it was not easy for a woman to survive in the war, and she also had to protect the things that her man truly loved. It is not easy to keep these things in the ghost market now. If they were to be circulated in the market, people who don't know the value of them would just think they are a pile of paper, and who knows if they will be burned or destroyed."

Leng Hanyan listened quietly and felt that what Nan Jiu said made sense.

Not to mention the war era.

Even in today's peaceful times, if a weak woman does not have a husband, her life will be difficult and helpless. Not to mention war, and the need to protect cultural relics, it would be difficult for her to protect herself.

At this time.

I saw a lot of bright red hearts, kidneys, and lungs placed in a container on the side.

The container is transparent and has an electrical plug at the back of the container.

I could only see the heart inside, boom, boom, boom.

Once, twice, jumping.

It was the first time that Leng Hanyan saw the blood vessels of a living creature clearly visible.

My stomach churned.

Almost vomited.

the man asked.

"Girl, do you want a heart or stomach transplant?"

Leng Hanyan covered her mouth with her hands.

Eyes stunned.

Suppress the discomfort in your stomach.

"W-what. You human organs."

The man's face suddenly turned dark.

"Girl, please don't say anything nonsense. I'm saving lives. Selling human bodies is illegal. Please don't make a fuss."

Leng Hanyan thought of it instantly.

In the ghost market before, I was almost sold out.

"Then why is it so realistic?"

The man chuckled.

"The heart of the world is like the liver, lungs, and kidneys. They are all the same, just big or small. This is related to their body size. If the body size is big, then they are naturally big, and if the body size is small, then they are naturally small."

Leng Hanyan Potian panicked and didn't answer, just walked forward.

Even if it is true, what does it matter? These few miles are a ghost market, a no-man's land. Even if there is a law, who can find such a dark place?

However, along the way, although it is the same as before, the difference is that the stalls here have clearly marked prices.

Everything before was hidden, but here it is nakedly marked with a price.

There are so many strange things along the way.

An animal with three ears and eight standing water-swimming creatures.

There is also a real human body with three heads.

The crowd watching was shocked.

"Husband, look, that man has three heads."

Nan Jiu looked in the direction she pointed.

really.

Nan Jiu walked over.

"Excuse me, how do I get to Wuyou Tower?"

The man with three heads and six eyes looked at the same time.

"Look, another one is looking for Wuyoulou."

"It seems the news came quickly."

"It seems that the old man is not keeping his mouth shut. The young master has instructed that anyone who leaks the information will be killed without mercy."

Three mouths, you speak one by one.

Leng Hanyan was dumbfounded. These three heads had three thoughts.

Since ancient times, only the mythical Nazha has three heads and six arms.

Nan Jiu glanced at him indifferently with his cold eyes.

"Since you know, lead the way."

The three heads spoke at the same time.

"What should I do? Do you want to take it, brother?"

"No way. The young master didn't give any orders. If he suddenly brings a stranger and gets angry, what will happen to our lives?"

"I think that those who know about Wuyou Tower must have some relationship with the young master. Otherwise, they generally wouldn't know of the existence of Wuyou Tower."

Nan Jiu rolled his eyes coldly.

"Since you know that I have a connection with your young master, why don't you take us with you?"

The three heads looked at each other.

Finally, he decided to lead the way with three people.