0p0 Chapter 225 Ghost Market Wheelchair Combination
Chapter 225 Ghost Market Wheelchair Combination
As a voice sounded, after a burst of fog, a bluestone road appeared in front of everyone.
In the ghost market at night, the streets look deep and eerie. The stone pavement is shimmering with a faint green light, and on both sides are tall and short old stalls filled with all kinds of strange items. A gust of wind blows, and the lanterns on the street sway, and the light and shadow dance on the faces of the vendors, casting patches of mottled shadows.
Every person on the street has a different appearance. Some have translucent bodies floating in the air with empty smiles on their faces; some are half-human and half-beast, with fox tails or cat ears, curiously looking at the things on the stalls. Their voices are low and distant, as if they come from another world, hawking their own rare treasures.
Wen Baixu and his companions walked on the foggy street, with white lanterns swaying around the stalls.
“Is this really the boundary between Yin and Yang?”
A small voice sounded from behind Wen Baixu. He just looked back and shook his head, but his fingers hushed at the corners of his mouth.
There was no sound behind them, and they continued to walk forward, looking at the stalls around them from time to time. However, the people in the stalls around them were obviously very enthusiastic towards others, but when their eyes met theirs, there was a strange look in their eyes.
"These... seem a little strange. Are they going to eat us?"
Jiang Zifang looked around cautiously and whispered
Wen Baixu took a look and was about to speak when he heard a commotion in front of him. A few people looked at each other and hurriedly wanted to go forward, but... there were too many people watching the fun, surrounding the place like a cocoon.
"You are such an ungrateful person. It is a great honor for you that this beautiful lady likes you. Why are you rejecting her like this? Are you looking down on me..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud and angry voice.
"You bunch of people... ghosts, how could my brother like her? If you like her, you can marry her if you have the ability. Forcing someone is not a good thing..."
What he said really made all the ghosts around him quiet down, without any movement.
Wen Baixu and his friends in the outermost circle felt like squeezing in to see the excitement.
"You are so rude and disrespectful. As long as we are here today, you will never be able to escape..."
"Hey, hey, hey~ I'm being squeezed to death. Let me see who is the shameless one who accepted the hydrangea and dared to reject such a beautiful lady... Sister"
A figure was squeezed to the ground, covering his head, but as the voice fell, he looked up at the top floor unconsciously, and was so shocked that his jaw dropped.
Under her slender eyebrows are a pair of eyes that can speak. They are deep and smart, as if they can see into the deepest part of people's hearts. Her face is like a lady in a fine brush painting, with fair skin, red lips and white teeth, revealing a kind of classical beauty. Her hair is tied up high, decorated with a golden hairpin, and the tassels are swaying, adding a bit of playfulness.
She wore a light blue embroidered long skirt, the hem of which swayed with her steps, and a cloud-patterned belt around her waist, and her steps were like a willow swaying in the wind. Although she was dressed gorgeously, her manners were not arrogant at all, and she was always gentle and amiable in her dealings with others. Her smile was like the warm sun in winter, which could instantly melt the frost in people's hearts.
On the pavilion, the smile and leisurely figure behind the round fan always make people feel a sense of tranquility and beauty.
"Could this be a fairy who came down from the Ninth Heaven?"
Ignoring all the noise, the person on the ground climbed up from the ground, with a gleam in his obsessed eyes.
"Why are you running so fast...we can't catch up..."
A loud voice emerged from the crowd, and then he was startled by the person in front of him and pointed his finger at the two people in the crowd who were shouting.
"Min Nanfeng...why are you here?"
The sound was so loud that it seemed that the whole town heard it, and everyone in that circle looked towards them.
"you......"
The two people surrounded by them suddenly saw their old friend and wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
"Sir, since you have accepted my lady's bouquet, please..."
The person who spoke was a man dressed as a butler. There was no trace of joy on his face. He looked like a paper figure or a robot with a set program.
"You don't understand what people are saying..."
"Okay, thank you. We will obey your orders."
The person standing nearby nodded repeatedly as if he had won the lottery. He quickly pushed aside the person pushing the wheelchair, nodded to the person with a smile, and followed the person out.
"Hey...where are you taking my brother...don't you understand what I'm saying..."
The sound was still echoing in the crowd, but the three people in front seemed to not hear it at all. They kept walking forward without looking back.
“Not keeping up”
Ling Yun frowned slightly when he looked at the person in front of him, but he had no choice but to call a few people to follow the sound of the wheelchair...
It was a snowy night, and it was gradually snowing. Despite the farce, the market was still crowded with people, and their shadows were flashing back and forth quickly. The white candlelight of the lanterns was like the shadow of a ghost, swaying with the wind, and the sound of flapping wings could be heard in the sky.
Several people followed the butler-like man into a magnificent mansion, with carved beams, painted buildings, pavilions and towers that were dazzling to the eyes.
“Isn’t this the place where…?”
Min Yuan then whispered in Min Nanfeng's ear, and Min Nanfeng nodded slightly, but did not say a word.
"This place is almost like your home, could it be that this family is your relative?"
Red Hair shook his pigtail for a moment and said softly to Ling Yun:
"What are you talking about? Only those who are related to my family can dress like this. It's really shameful."
The man in white rolled up his shirt and walked forward, while the red-haired man stretched out his hand anxiously, wanting to explain, but everyone glared at him with contempt and walked forward...
Everyone followed the butler through the long corridor and walked to the outside of a room.
Under the deep night, an ancient pavilion stands in the darkness. The moonlight is bright, but it fails to dispel the mist around the pavilion. In the mist, the shadow of the pavilion is looming, like a ghost, making people shudder. The mottled moss on the outer wall of the attic is intertwined with the traces of time, seeming to tell endless past events and secrets.
Wind chimes hung high on the eaves, swaying gently in the wind, making eerie ding-dong sounds that echoed in the silent night where only one's own heartbeat could be heard. Under the eaves, a few dim lanterns swayed in the wind, casting dim shadows on the path paved with bluestone slabs, as if leading lost souls to the netherworld.
As I pushed the door open, a gust of cold air hit me in the face, as if even my breath could condense into white mist in the air. The dim light barely illuminated the corridor inside the house, and the wooden floor made a dull sound when stepped on. On the walls hung some blurry portraits, with distorted faces and strange expressions, as if they would walk out of the paintings at any time and wrap around the neck of the uninvited guest.
In this room, under the dim candlelight, rows of tables and chairs revealed a chilly feeling. In the middle, under the slightly swaying candlelight, two old faces suddenly grinned, and the sound floated in the room.
"coming?"