Ji Liyou did not find any extra clues in Liangzhu. Shi Wei's existence has even become a mystery, as if someone is deliberately concealing her whereabouts. The records in the craft book are probably true, which means that this The woman named Shi Wei actually did not complete the four subjects. So where did she go and what happened to her grandfather and her? Everything seems to be confusing, plus Princess Mingkang, the two women make him a little irritable.
After Wei Lang and Ji Liyou met for the first time in Liangzhu, they always stayed together in the following days. The storyteller's whereabouts were uncertain, and he did not tell Ji Liyou. Ji Liyou was too lazy to ask him, and Wei Lang The time spent together is longer than with him.
I heard from Wei Lang that the same thing that the high priest Shi Wei lost was a soul-attracting bell, which could attract wandering souls from all directions and suppress the souls of the eight wastelands.
Ji Liyou raised his wrist and asked, "Is this a bell?"
Wei Lang pushed his hand away, "It's not a silver bell for fun, it's a soul-inducing bell."
Wei Lang was looking around for the whereabouts of the Soul Bell. Ji Liyou had nothing to do and followed him to help him find it. Anyway, he couldn't find any clues about Shi Wei and Princess Mingkang, so he just waited until he remembered something. Take action again.
As soon as Ji Liyou walked in, he saw all kinds of people.
The ghost market is divided into a miscellaneous market and a real market. The former is a gathering place for various rare antiques, while the latter is a place for divination and divination.
It's really strange here.
It is already early winter in Liangzhu, but when night falls, the place is actually filled with warm winds, and everyone has various ghost masks on their faces.
It was late at night, and there was a faint blue light in front of the stall. Ji Liyou felt that the place was eerie. The warm wind was not like the warm wind in spring, but more like the hot wind in the mountains near the mass graves of cremated people, casually carrying the ashes.
Wei Lang walked to the first business stall, bought a handful of glutinous rice, put it in Ji Liyou's pocket, and told him that if anyone touched him, sprinkle him with the glutinous rice. Although Ji Liyou didn't know his He meant it, but he also nodded. He wanted to follow him to watch the fun. He naturally wanted to listen to what he said.
This place has no name at all, but Wei Lang said that it is the most famous place within hundreds of miles near Liangzhu.
After passing through the ghost market that was several miles long, Wei Lang came to a restaurant. Ji Liyou looked up and saw the word "cross" written on it. Apart from that, there were no other words on the yellowed plaque.
There are nine square tables in the hall.
There are nineteen doors on all sides of the hall.
There are stairs behind every door. Ji Liyou did not go in, but only caught a glimpse of the stairs.
He asked Wei Lang, "Where does the staircase lead?"
Wei Lang replied, "No one knows where the place is upstairs, and no one has been upstairs."
"Why doesn't anyone go up those stairs?"
Wei Lang explained, "Because ordinary people don't have to go upstairs at all. No matter what you want, you can find it downstairs."
He took Ji Liyou and sat down at a table.
Ji Liyou was curious, "Are you sure you can find the soul-inducing bell here?"
Wei Lang shook his head, "I've been looking for it for more than a year, but it's not that easy to find. Someone has hidden the soul-inducing bell's power, and I can't sense it at all. I just came here to try my luck today."
There was a relatively small square table among the nine tables, and sitting there was a young man in gorgeous clothes, a white jade crown, and neatly groomed. Ji Liyou guessed that he was about twenty-five years old.
He sat there alone, playing dominoes with no opponent and no one to talk to him.
Ji Liyou asked for a pot of tea and saw Wei Lang drawing strange spells on the table.
That young man, the chair he sat on was wide and comfortable, which was different from ordinary guests.
He never noticed other people coming and going, and rarely even raised his head to take a look.
Ji Liyou was always curious about such strange people and asked Wei Lang, "Look at that man over there. No matter what other people do, it seems that they have nothing to do with him. Doesn't he have a small background? "
"He is the owner of this place." Wei Lang raised his head and said.
A very strange place usually has a very strange owner, Ji Li said worriedly.
The customer sitting at the other table held a knife in his hand.
A strange-shaped scimitar with a dark scabbard and a dark handle.
This man was eating, taking a mouthful of rice with a mouthful of vegetables. He was eating very slowly, even slower than the Ji family members. Ji Liyou thought that every time he ate with the Ji family, he had to straighten his body, and his eyes were so hungry that he had black circles. , and you have to pick up the vegetables slowly and leisurely.
He held the knife in his hand, and no matter what he was doing, he never let go of the knife.
There are no scratches on the body of the knife, but there are many on the handle. It should be a man who has been in the world for a long time.
Although Ji Liyou was sitting far away from the main entrance, when he walked in, he quickly saw him and the knife in the man's hand.
"Is he a swordsman?" Ji Liyou asked himself.
Wei Lang took out a talisman and put it in his hand, "Take it."
Ji Liyou asked him, "Do you know the man with the knife?"
Wei Lang said naturally, "He is a frequent visitor here."
"Regular customers?"
"His knife is not for killing people, it is for killing ghosts."
"People kill ghosts?" Ji Liyou couldn't believe it.
"His ancestors hunted ghosts for a living, and that knife is a family inheritance. Ghosts with no moral integrity will be frightened and run away even if they just touch that knife."
Ji Liyou never carries a sword, and neither does the storyteller. He only has a purple misty rain, landscape folding fan, which is extremely elegant.
Not many people know how many dead souls the folding fan in his hand has been stained with.
A lamp hanging on the door is not for illuminating people, but seems to be just giving some guidance to those who are lost in the dark night.
A dilapidated lamp seemed to be the only human object in this strange place.
Another guest came.
The man walked slowly along the long street from the darkness to a lighted place.
Soon, he sat down at a table in the restaurant and raised his feet.
The boots on his feet were made of rhinoceros leather. Ji Liyou had heard that burning rhinoceros horns could rejuvenate the soul, and rhinoceros leather might also have some wonderful uses.
Ji Liyou took a look and saw that one end of his boots had been worn into a big hole. His feet seemed to be injured and were bleeding continuously.
A smile appeared in Wei Langyan's eyes, and he threw a whole bag of silver in his sleeve pocket towards him.
He seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. He stretched out his hand and caught Wei Lang's money.
Seeing that it was Wei Lang, he strode over, walked to the opposite side of Wei Lang and Ji Liyou, and sat down.
"Want to buy you a drink?" Wei Lang asked him.
There wasn't even a trace of a smile on this man's pale face. It took a long time before he said one word at a time: "I don't drink."
"Let's get straight to the point. Have you brought what I want?"
The stranger nodded and said suddenly, "The information you want is too expensive, and this money is not enough."
"I'll give you another hundred taels." Wei Lang said.
He took out the banknote and placed it in front of the man.
"I don't take cashiers, you know the rules." He said.
Wei Lang gave him the jade pendant he was wearing, "This jade is enough to exchange for two hundred taels of silver, is it enough?"
He shook his head, "I want him."
He pointed at Ji Liyou and said.
Ji Liyou was stunned, "You want me?"
"This is no longer interesting. Let's talk business. My friend, you can't do anything." Wei Lang said.
Ji Liyou turned to Wei Lang's ear and asked, "Who is this person?"
"You can be considered the Bai Xiaosheng of the ghost market."
Ji Liyou thought about Bai Xiaosheng who often came to Sanqi Tea House. It seemed that there were such people everywhere.
Guishi Bai Xiaosheng threw back the money Wei Lang gave him just now, "I don't want these."
He grabbed Ji Liyou's wrist and when the silver bell rang, Ji Liyou was startled and pulled his hand back.
Seeing that Ji Liyou refused to follow him, the man suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist.
As soon as he pulled out his sword, Wei Lang suddenly connected his two fingers, and the stainless steel sword was broken between his two fingers.
Everyone in the room was talking just now, but now no one spoke. Not only did they not speak, but they almost stopped breathing.
Only the people at the small table in the middle of the nine tables made any movement.
He was pushing dominoes.
It seemed like he was the only one who didn't pay attention to what happened just now, and didn't care at all.
The distant visitor became angry and waved his sleeves, and three big snakes with bloody mouths flew out from them, spitting messages at Ji Liyou.
Wei Lang was helpless, "I want to discuss business with you, but you don't want to, so don't blame me for being rude!"
Ji Liyou winked and told Wei Lang not to take action yet.
Wei Lang didn't know what he was going to do.
Ji Liyou smiled and said, "When you meet for the first time, there is always some kind of greeting gift."
The man asked, "What kind of greeting gift?"
Ji Liyou didn't show any mercy. He took out a bag of realgar powder from somewhere and sprinkled it on the three snakes.
The three snakes immediately retracted their heads and got back into the man's sleeves.
He cursed, "Useless stuff."
Wei Lang walked up to Ji Liyou and fought with this man.
Seeing that Wei Lang hardly used any spells or magic, Ji Liyou knew that this person should be a human being, not a ghost or monster.
Just before Wei Lang took action, a very calm voice suddenly sounded in the room: "If you break something, whose fault does it belong to?"
The voice was low and soft, but everyone heard it clearly.
Don't be impatient or impatient.
The person speaking seemed to be right next to his ear, but he couldn't see it.
Only then did Ji Liyou realize that the young man on the small table had turned his head and was looking at him and smiling.
Wei Lang said: "I will pay for the things, but this person offended my friend, I want to show him some shame."
Ji Liyou didn't want to cause trouble. If he was in Bolu, he could do whatever he wanted. But in Liangzhu, if he caused trouble for the Ji family, he was afraid that his father's spirit in heaven would be uneasy. After thinking about it, he rang the bell on his wrist three times. The man's eyes became dull.
Ji Li said worriedly, "Get out."
Ji Liyou would definitely not do this on the street, but this restaurant was so weird that not many people would be surprised if he did it, and they would just think it was some kind of puppetry.
The man suddenly turned around and walked out.
The restaurant became lively again.
When the trouble was gone, Ji Liyou said, "I'm sorry for causing trouble for Brother Wei."
Wei Lang said there was no need to apologize, "Whether he knows the whereabouts of the soul-inducing bell is another matter. Even if he knows, if he dares to talk to you like that, I will not forgive him."
"I have a teahouse in Bolu, and I am well-informed about the comings and goings of people. Draw a picture of the soul-attracting bell. If you can't find it again, I will help you look for it when I return to Bolu."
Wei Lang nodded, "Thank you very much."
"When will Mrs. Ji's birthday be celebrated?"
"There are still three days, and the house is busy."
"After your birthday, will you stay in Liangzhu for a while?"
Ji Liyou shook his head, "It's not clear yet."
"What did Mr. Wen say?"
"He told me to go back to Bolu Jiuyi, but I don't want to go back yet."
Wei Lang advised, "Liangzhu is a place of right and wrong. It's better to leave as soon as possible."
"I'm not nostalgic for the imperial city, but I haven't found Shi Wei's whereabouts yet. I always feel that after leaving Liangzhu, there will be fewer clues about her. That day I passed by Guifang, and it seemed like reality before my eyes. I saw her running wildly on Guifang Street."
Wei Lang said, "You must know the relationship between Shi Wei and you?"
"Since she has entered my dream more than once, there must be something wrong. I don't believe in coincidences. If there are too many coincidences, I feel strange. Brother Wei, you know how uncomfortable it is to feel uneasy and have nightmares at night. Do you feel it?"
Wei Lang couldn't convince him, "Okay."
"Can you tell me another fortune?"
Wei Lang shook his head, "I can only count it once for one person. If I want to count it again, I have to wait for you in the next life."
Ji Liyou sighed, "Forget it then. I originally wanted you to help me again."
Wei Lang said, "Don't be impatient. Everything has its destiny. When the truth comes to light, it will come out naturally."
"Can I not be in a hurry? The old man keeps urging me to go back. I squat on Guifang Street every day and almost touch all the bluestone bricks on Guifang Street."
Wei Lang patted him on the shoulder, "How about I treat you to a drink?"
Ji Liyou shook his head and said, "This is not possible."
Wei Lang smiled and said, "Are you afraid of getting drunk?"
"Yeah, I'm not a good drinker. I can't go back when I'm drunk."
Wei Lang smiled and said: "You really don't look like a man, you are a bitch, how about I call you Miss Ji?"
Ji Liyou stretched out his hand and punched him, "Do you look like a man now?"
Wei Lang wasn't careful and was beaten so hard that his chest hurt for a long time.
Wei Lang was upset because he couldn't find the soul-inducing bell, so he had to order his own drink, "A pot of Nanshan tears."
Ji Liyou heard the name and asked, "What are Nanshan Tears?"
"When the ghost market is open, the ferry will be open. Only Du has this wine. It will not harm people if they drink it. If a lonely ghost sneaks in and drinks this wine, he will think of the bitterness and sweetness of the world, shed tears, and take the initiative to go to Nanshan The door of reincarnation."
"Nanshan? Is it in Liangzhu?"
Wei Lang shook his head, "I am the only one who knows about the land of reincarnation. There are a few places in total. Li'er Qingluan, there is a gate in the territory of the shark clan, Donghu Shiwei Grassland, and there is a gate on Haizi deep in the grassland. Eye, there is another place at Diaotian Mountain. I heard from the high priest that there are five places in the seven kingdoms, but I only know three places."
Nanshan burst into tears. Wei Lang took a sip and asked, "Don't you try it?"
Ji Liyou shook his head, "I don't drink. It will be bad if I get drunk."
"I'll carry you back, okay?" Wei Lang bargained.
Ji Li was helpless and continued, "Just have a drink."
"If you drink a bottle, I can't afford it." Wei Lang said slowly.
He was about to drink when he was stopped by a hand. Ji Liyou looked up and saw that it was the person on the small table.
"Is he the owner of the restaurant?" Ji Liyou asked Wei Lang.
The man sat down next to them, sat down again, and had transformed into a storyteller.
Ji Liyou was surprised, "You... why are you here?"
Wei Lang was also shocked, "Is Du your restaurant?"
The storyteller slapped Ji Liyou on the forehead, "Didn't you say that you are not leaving Ji's house today and want to catch up on some sleep?"
Ji Liyou's forehead turned red and he said, "The attack was so severe that it almost knocked out my brains."
Wei Lang pushed the wine glass, "Since he is here, just drink and get drunk, and he will take you back."
Ji Liyou nodded and was about to drink, but the storyteller had already poured the wine on the ground, "Don't drink it."
Ji Liyou asked, "Why? This wine is poisonous?"
The storyteller said, "Wine is not poisonous, but you become crazy after drinking it."
Wei Lang held his head and drank one cup after another. These two people were really... He was here to do business. When he met them, he couldn't do anything serious.
When Ji Liyou walked out, there were two more people leading the way outside the door.
Two women held lanterns in their hands and stood upright in the middle of the dark street.
The lights from the ferry shined on them, and Ji Liyou saw that they had no legs under their skirts. Looking at them in the middle of the night, they felt unspeakably mysterious and terrifying.
"You let ghosts guide us?" Ji Liyou asked the storyteller.
Wei Lang explained for him, "The ghost market is closed, and people in the ferry can't get out. They can only wait until the next ghost market opens, and we can go out while the ghost market is open. If we don't have them to guide us, we will have to wait for the ghost market to lead the way." Stay here.”
Ji Liyou said, "It's good to live here. We live upstairs, and I just happened to go see what's behind those doors."
Seeing the storyteller turn around to go back to the ferry, Ji Liyou took his hand and said, "You won't go back with me?"
The storyteller shook his head, "I still have some things to do. It's a coincidence that I met you here today. If I see you in a place like this next time, I will beat you every time I see you."
Ji Liyou let go and said, "Okay, I'll leave first."
The storyteller said wait a moment, took off his cloak and covered him, "This road is too cold. Follow them and Wei Lang closely and stop running around. I will go back in the evening."
Ji Liyou pointed at the sky and said, "It's already evening."
Wei Lang said, "It's daylight outside now, but it's dark inside."
(End of chapter)