Where did he smell it? He frowned and thought for a long time, but he still didn't remember it.

It should be just recently, and this aura is very new, just like what I just came today. Lin Han couldn't smell it because he was not impermanent. This aura was hidden very deeply and was almost confused with the dead yin energy. If Qin Ye had not reached the level of impermanence, it would have been difficult for him to find it in detail.

"You won't want to say that there are evil ghosts here, right?" Lin Han looked at Qin Ye with a look of "Are you kidding?": "Let's figure it out, this is Bao'an. Ten minutes away from the city, there are cultivators patrolling the whole day. It's impossible for something to happen."

Qin Ye also felt that he was thinking too much. He pointed to the mountain gate and said, "Lead the way!"

Just in the center, there is a group of tables several meters long, with several figures recording something on it. More people waiting to enter are waiting quietly under the stairs.

"A few years ago, all ghost markets were taken over by the special investigation team. No matter who enters and leaves, they must register. If we want to enter, we need this." Lin Han shook the special permit in his hand: "Follow me closely."

After saying that, he rushed straight upwards.

Qin Ye was so scared that he was so scared that he was calm. Do you think they were blind? These people are all cultivators? Are you entering so blatantly because you are ready to be informed by the whole school immediately before academic exchanges?

However, it was too late. Lin Han was like a wild boar that broke free, and rushed to the front and waved to him.

Qin Ye suppressed the anger in his heart, walked over with a tough bullet, ready to be discovered and escaped.

They lined up behind a hunched ghost with a tung gu mask. On the table in front, there were six or seven camouflage uniforms wearing camouflage uniforms with special investigation office sword and shield logos on their chests. At the center was a man in his early thirties, with a beard on his face. He picked up the permit handed over by the ghost and just glanced at it, and his brows frowned: "Are you going to reissue this license?"

"The Donghai Province issued a use of Huizhou Province? Did you apply for a temporary entry certificate? Shaking your head? Shaking your head and not applying for it? Your license is only 2 days in a time limit. Do you want to be arrested as a black man, right?"

The hem of the ghost was floating like Marilyn Monroe's skirt, but the feet were not visible. There were only yin energy, rubbing hands and making fun of it: "Sir, things are urgent, aren't you just here? I didn't have time to do it... You see... tranquility and harmony?"

Before he finished speaking, he held a small box in his hands and placed it on the table openly.

He opened his beard calmly and looked at it: "If you don't have an example, go in."

There are so many mouthless things... Qin Ye rolled his eyes. This scene was so familiar that it was dazzling... His underworld must resolutely crack down on this kind of fly rot in the future! This Yan Luo is so poor that he still dares to collect money from the dead?!

The Yin Ling let out a cry and floated happily across the review seat. He knocked on the table with a pen: "Next."

Qin Ye took a deep breath, his fists clenched involuntarily, and he prayed infinitely in his heart that the Dumbo is reliable.

As it turns out, Daibawang is very reliable.

The inspection was very easy. The other party looked at it, registered, and it was over. Until Qin Ye entered the mountain gate, he still couldn't believe it.

"No... the government's control over the ghost market is so weak?" He said in surprise: "Does that mean I can come here often in the future?"

Lin Han gave him a blank look at him like a fool: "What are you thinking? That's my biological brother."

What I mean is that you are a fool who doesn’t know how to be grateful!

very good……

Qin Ye's words were blocked in his throat, suppressing a mouthful of blood in his heart, and silently followed Lin Han up.

After entering the mountain gate, no one spoke again. He observed carefully that there were not many people coming to the ghost market, but his true energy was terrible. A small part of the people he saw was at the level of ghost miss, and the other half was not even in the ghost miss. Occasionally, a few ghosts could be seen, which were much faster than humans.

Everyone was ignored by the passers-by, and everyone kept a distance and rushed towards the top of the mountain. The indifference in the vigilance, the scene of harmony between humans and ghosts is quite rare, and it seems to be used to it.

Ten minutes later, the two of them had reached the top of Laojun Mountain.

There are only a few tombs here, but they are so luxurious that they are hard to see. They are all made of white marble, surrounded by a circle of railings, carved with many auspicious beasts that Qin Ye didn't recognize. There are eternal lights on both sides, and the branches of green pine and cypress are cut off, forming the shape of a wreath.

At this moment, there was a figure sitting on the towers of every luxurious cemetery.

There was a small stall in front of them, with wooden signs marking the price. There were even more stalls in other parts of the square. There were endless stalls in front of each stall. There was a candle lighted in front of each stall. However, some were ordinary candles, two or three scattered, but they were burning green ghost fires.

The night wind blows, the trees waves, and the pale moonlight shines on the cemetery, reflecting the chilling light and shadow. It is like a gathering of thousands of ghosts in silence.

Qin Ye's phone suddenly vibrated. He picked it up and saw that the Daibawang was useless. Instead, he sent him a text message: "Ordinary candles mean that the stall owner is a human, and the ghost fire candles mean that the stall owner is a ghost. At five o'clock, all the candles will be extinguished at the same time, announcing the end of the ghost market. Don't speak. There are dragons and snakes in this place, and it's very messy. You can go and take a look."

Qin Ye felt a little warm in his heart. There was really nothing to say about the brother of the Daebawang. He wanted to come, but he helped without saying a word. At this point, he was never curious about what he was going to do, but left with tactfulness.

Everyone has two sides. If you still be as careless as usual in doing big things, you will never be able to do big things.

He must have been before coming, and the Joiner of Jade was here this afternoon. He took out a red feather and put it on his shoulder, and then wandered around with interest.

The things sold in the ghost market were very strange. He saw a piece of painted black wooden branches and a complete human skull, but there was a long horn on it. He also saw the jar of the Five Ghosts fortune, with talisman paper sticking on it... But the most were all fragments of various vaginal objects.

"There are some slight fluctuations in true energy, but the level is too low." He shook his head, and before he knew it, he had already visited the entire ghost market. At the same time, his shoulder was gently tapped three times.

A man in a black robe had stood behind him at some point, carrying Zhu Bajie's mask and bowed deeply to him.

Here comes...

Under the hood, Qin Ye showed a smile. This was the way they agreed to meet. Zhu Bajie mask, tapped his right shoulder three times, and he would tie a feather to his shoulder.

When he spoke for people, the man in black made a gesture of invitation. Qin Ye followed him slowly. Any cemetery was the same. The following floors were dense wall tombs and monuments, spreading out like terraces. Laojun Mountain was no exception. Until he reached the third floor C-8 area, he finally saw a little light.

In the corner of Area C-8, there is a huge banyan tree with branches and leaves hanging down, and the huge crown brings out a shadow of more than ten meters. It is at the end of the tombstone passage, and the dark tombstone shines with a strange luster in the dark night. Just under the shadow of the banyan tree, a white lantern lights up faintly, and two figures are waiting for him below.

Very cautious... Qin Ye nodded secretly. This place could see all the scenery around him at a glance, and the people who came inadvertently could not find them at all.

"Mr. Qin." As he arrived, a figure took the lead and stretched out his hand: "I have long admired Daming."

His eyes were scorching on the big box that Qin Ye was carrying: "This place is very safe. We came from Yanjing thousands of miles away and ventured into the edge of Bao'an. Why not... everyone is more honest?"

The hands are very fair, and it can be seen that the owner of the hands is pampered and exudes a faint fragrance. There are no scars or wrinkles on the hands.

Qin Ye did not reach out, but just leaned on the tombstone casually, took a deep breath, carefully put down the box and smiled, "How can you be honest?"

"For example, this." The figure took off his Sun Wukong mask, and below was a young man's face. He was about in his early thirties, wearing a pair of glasses, and looked quite gentle: "Bai Yishan, the second shopkeeper of the headquarters of Jiade Yanjing. You can call me Bai Shangguan."

"If you want to participate in our bank's large-scale summer auction, we will always meet. Moreover, you are the bank's VIP black and card successor, and we will also collect your information to facilitate subsequent services. What do you think?"

Qin Ye looked at him with a smile, took another deep breath, and finally stretched out his hand: "Not bad."

The moment he held it, his hand suddenly exerted force. Before the two of them could react, Manager Bai exclaimed, his hand was dislocated. Before he could be surprised, Qin Ye's hand had turned into a palm knife and directly slashed on the neck of Sun Wukong's mask.

No one could react. The figure in the dark shook and just as he was about to move, Qin Ye said lightly: "Just be in place, don't move at all. Otherwise..."

His palm was one centimeter away from Sun Wukong. The other party raised his hands with trembling all over. Qin Ye's hand moved forward a little further: "Otherwise, he will die."

"Master Qin..." Sun Wukong's voice was trembling: "What are you doing? We are here to trade and are appraising your lot. You..."

"Identification..." Qin Ye smiled, his hand pressed on the other party's throat: "Do you know why I took a deep breath just now?"

Sun Wukong swallowed hard and shook his head blankly.

"Because I smelled the living dead at the foot of the mountain." Qin Ye looked straight at the two eyes exposed by the other party: "So, I started to pay attention since I went up the mountain, and I just discovered that the smell was emitted from you. Sir, can you tell me why you have the living dead? If you hadn't had a shadow, you would have died."

"Has I been exposed to something unclean recently? Or..." He grabbed the other person's throat: "You are?"

For those who are weaker than themselves, the play is so strong!

For those who are better than themselves... Cough cough... everyone understands.

Sun Wukong was stunned. After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Qin, you don't need it..."

"Soul-retaining." At this moment, the third person who had not spoken suddenly spoke.

"He is the Soul-Retaining." The other party's voice was very hoarse, and he looked at Qin Ye straight: "I am not an ordinary cultivator... I am even much stronger than the Soul-Retaining......"

He walked out of the darkness for the first time and did not take off his mask. And... Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie appeared. Qin Ye originally thought that the other party's mask would be Sha Wujing. But, not.
Chapter completed!