Hou Dayong took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to me and Luo Xiazi.

I took the cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then said slowly: "Blind Luo, one last question."

Blind Luo also took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Little Master Hu, do you want to ask where this ghost market is?"

I nodded and said, "That's right!"

Blind Luo smiled, shook his head, and said, "There's nothing I can do about this!"

Hou Dayong was furious after hearing Luo Xiazi's words. He slapped the table and said: "What do you mean, you fake blind person? Are you pretending to be like me? Do you believe me or not? I will turn you into a real blind person?"

Luo Xiazi smiled and waved his hand, and said with a slow smile: "Master Hou, don't worry! I'm too brave to fool you two here. Although I know the origin of this ghost money, I still don't care about it.

I really have nothing in that ghost market

Got it. Gentlemen, don’t even think about it. This ghost city, the Palace of Hell, only distributes three pieces of ghost money every year. The owners who can get these things are either rich or noble! How can a person like me get there?

Where is that kind of place? Do you think it is?"

Blind Luo begged, and looked at Hou Dayong with a hint of flattery. After a while, Blind Luo continued slowly: "It is said that any random object or piece of information in the ghost market is worth a fortune!

If you two want to go to this ghost market, I think you should go find it..."

Hou Dayong grabbed Luo Xiazi by the collar and asked loudly: "Who are you looking for?"

But before blind man Luo could say anything, there was a sudden sound of brakes at the door of the Golden Spoon Hotel.

The car came in a hurry, and the people came even more urgently. As soon as the brakes sounded, four or five big men in black suits suddenly rushed in from outside.

After the leader, a stern-looking middle-aged man, looked around the room, his eyes finally fell on the three of us.

After the middle-aged man took a few steps towards us, he asked, "Who is Hu Tian, ​​Mr. Hu?"

I took a look at this middle-aged man. He was of medium height, strong build, dark skin, his fists were half clenched, and there was a thick layer of calluses on his joints. Needless to say, this guy must be a practitioner.

Seeing me looking at him, the middle-aged man looked at me without hesitation and said slowly: "You are Hu Tian, ​​little Mr. Hu."

I smiled and said, "Yes, I am. Excuse me, who are you?"

The middle-aged man's tone was not humble, and he said slowly: "I am just a small person, and my name is not worth mentioning. Since you are Mr. Hu, please come with me, Mr. Hu!"

After saying that, the middle-aged man made a "please" gesture to the door, and the four or five men in suits behind him consciously stepped aside to make way for them.

I looked at the man in the suit, then at Hou Dayong, and then said slowly: "Follow you? Why should I follow you? At least you have to give me a reason to follow you, right?"

The man in the suit looked at me and said slowly: "There is no reason, but there is a name."

Hou Dayong licked his teeth and asked: "Who's name? Who has such a big shot? Let me hear it."

The man in a suit said slowly: "Hua Muling!"

Hua Muling, the fourth lady of the flower family in Beijing.

Among the eight great families in the capital city of Xiamen, "Hu and Sun entered the marquis, and flowers fell and water flowed", the Hua family was among them the inheritors of flower handkerchiefs.

The most dreamy martial arts in the next eight lines is the red handkerchief.

The founder of the red handkerchief sect is Hong Yi, a strange woman in the late Han Dynasty. Hong Yi is not her name, but her nickname. There are only a few sentences about this woman in the unofficial history notes, but there are many legends about the outside world.

There is this woman's magic to reach heaven.

Legend has it that she once performed on the street, took a hemp rope and held it in her hand. When she shook her hand, the hemp rope stood straight on the ground like a bamboo pole. Then she climbed up along the hemp rope. The rope was so long that it was difficult to see its end.

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The onlookers around saw that she did not come down for a long time after going up. Some brave people pulled the hemp rope standing on the ground. Unexpectedly, the hemp rope collapsed when she was touched, and the person who climbed to the top of the rope disappeared.

The "God's Clues" that have been rumored for a long time in the world also got its name from this.

In fact, the red handkerchief is a magic trick in layman's terms, a traditional Chinese trick. Of course, it can also be called a trick or illusion. The illusion of the red handkerchief is very different from that of Western magic. Just look at the magic of the red handkerchief that is now popular in the world.

Low-level illusions, elixirs, swords, beans, and rings. These tricks are all about "turning the light up and down, and communicating diplomatically."

It is to show the front, back, left, and right of your hands in front of the audience, and let others see the inside and outside of the props clearly. Then you perform the trick. What about magic? The technique of magic is to "finger up and down, light left and right"

."When the magician points one hand somewhere, look at his other hand! His other hand must be looking for some ambush.

It is a pity that the authentic craft of red handkerchief has been lost for many times, and the listed successors are also very low-key, otherwise it would be the turn of foreign little skills to become popular in China.

After a few digressions, let’s get back to the topic, back to the Hua family.

Among the four elites of this flower family, only the fourth daughter, Hua Muling, is a girl, and she is the only one with extraordinary talents. She has shown extremely high talent since she was a child. It is said that when she was eighteen years old, by chance,

I learned the long-lost divine clues. Last year, Hua Handkerchief's family member Hua Tianyan, Mr. Hua, suddenly fell ill. Before his death, he passed the position of Hua Handkerchief's family member to his most beloved little daughter.

Therefore, when she was just in her early twenties, Hua Muling took over the name of Hua Handkerchief and became a talker in the Eight Great Sects.

This incident caused quite a stir in the world at that time. Although I have never met Miss Hua Si, I naturally know her name.

As the saying goes, "A person's name is like the shadow of a tree." Since we are both members of the Eight Lower Sects, we should still give this face.

So, ten minutes later, I saw this beautiful girl named Hua Muling in the back seat of an Audi A8, who could be described as beautiful and fragrant.

However, compared with the rumored beauty as beautiful as a flower, Hua Muling looked a little haggard at this time, her face was pale and her eyes were red, as if she hadn't slept for a long time.

Hua Muling held a cup of Starbucks in her hand, looked me up and down for a while, and then said coldly: "Are you Hu Tian?"

I smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, it's me! I wonder why Miss Hua Si asked me to come?"

Hua Muling took something out of his pocket and handed it to me, then said, "Do you know this?"

I took it and took a look at it, and couldn't help but frown, "Ghost money?"

Hua Muling nodded slightly and said, "You really know him!"

I looked at Hua Muling and asked, "Why do you also have this thing? Where did you get this thing?"

When Hua Muling saw me asking back, she couldn't help but look at me with a complicated look for a while, and then said slowly: "You don't know the origin of this thing?"

I asked in surprise: "Should I know?"

Hua Muling said: "Shouldn't you know?"

I smiled and said, "Is it interesting for us to talk like this? To be honest with you, our old man just disappeared. If you have nothing else to do, I will leave first. If..."

Before I could finish my words, Hua Muling suddenly interrupted me and said in a slightly trembling voice: "My mother is missing and this thing was found in her room."

When I heard Hua Muling's words, I was shocked and loudly said, "Your mother is also missing?"

Hua Muling nodded, tried hard to control her emotions for a while, and then continued: "I had no clue at first, until the old housekeeper of our Hua family, Uncle Hua, saw this thing... He told me..."

I asked hurriedly: "What did I tell you?"

Hua Muling said: "This thing was made by your old man. He said that this thing is related to an incident sixty years ago."

I asked hurriedly: "Is it related to an incident sixty years ago? What incident?"

Hua Muling shook her head and said, "I don't know! Uncle Hua only remembered that your father gave this thing to the heads of the eight families and asked everyone to keep it a secret. As for what it was, he didn't know.

And our old man has never mentioned it to the second person. So, I can only come to you. Alas, now it seems that we have returned to the original point..."

I couldn't quite hear what Hua Muling said next, because at this time, my mind was always thinking about what she said sixty years ago.

What could that be?

What is it that makes people in Xiabamenli keep secret about what they say?

What exactly is this thing?

Is it really ghost money?

Or does it just look like ghost money?

If it's not ghost money, what is this thing?

Why does it suddenly appear in every place where it happens?

And just when I was deep in thought, I was suddenly interrupted by a rapid ringing of the phone.

I took out my phone from my pocket and took a look. There was a series of unfamiliar numbers on the screen.

I frowned, hesitated, and pressed the answer button, "Hello, who's there?"

After the call was connected, a strange voice came from the other end. It was obvious that this voice had been electronically altered: "Little Hu, I think you have seen the token, right?"

I said, "Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?"

The voice chuckled and said: "Little Hu, why are you so angry? I just want one thing."

I said: "If you make such a big noise, I probably can't give you what you want!"

As soon as I finished speaking, Hua Muling next to me suddenly patted me and then handed her phone to me.

I took Hua Muling's phone and took a look at it, and found that it was a photo. The photo was very dark. It was obviously taken in a dark place, and it looked like a tomb.

What shocked me even more was the content in the photo. In the center of the photo, eight unsealed coffins were placed neatly. Five of them had people lying inside. Hua Muling took them.

phone, zoomed in on one of the coffins, and mouthed to me, "This is my mother..."

She made no sound, but I could see clearly.

At this moment, the voice on the other end of the phone chuckled again and said slowly: "Have you seen the photo?"

I gritted my teeth and asked, "Sir, what do you want?"
Chapter completed!