The ghost market is not the market in Fengdu Ghost City itself, or in other words, Fengdu Ghost City itself does not have a market.
But where there are people, there are all kinds of needs, and slowly, a unique ghost market has formed.
In the ghost market, people buy everything they need with ghost paper burned by Jia's family, and those who have been forgotten by their relatives earn a little ghost coin by virtue of their little crafts.
Don't think that money is no longer needed when people die and the lights go out. Money is a thing that is needed both during life and after death.
Without money, ghosts can only sleep on the streets. Without money, even when they are reincarnated, they will always be cut in line.
Wealth in the next life is determined by the good and evil in this life, but for most people, they just continue to invest in an ordinary family.
But there are differences in this ordinary family. Parents' personalities, family conditions, and even geography, all these have become channels for the poor to earn extra money.
The human heart is sinister, so why not the ghost heart.
When the pig-headed man and I came to the ghost city, I was surprised, even shocked.
If it wasn't for the ghostly market, I would have almost thought I had come to a bustling wholesale market for small commodities.
The criss-crossing roads are full of shouts.
As small as a bunch of candied haws, as large as a paper car and paper house, it can be said to have everything that one expects to find.
I stood there in a daze for a long time before I weakly said to Zhu Touren: "Is this a ghost market?"
No wonder I'm in a complicated mood now, I never thought that I would see this scene in the underworld.
The streets couldn't even stand anymore, some ghosts like sales paper carts were floating in mid-air.
It looks like a sense of future technology.
"Yeah, this is the ghost market. I've already found a good location." The pig-head man's voice was full of complacency, and the pig's head covered by the black cloth was probably full of smiles.
I didn't speak, but nodded, and led by the pig-headed man, I squeezed into the crowd.
The location for the pig-headed man is very good. If it is in Yangjian, it is probably on the side of the public toilet.
Unable to withstand my gloomy gaze, the pig-headed man forcibly explained.
"This location is really good, don't worry."
I did feel relieved that behind our place, there was a mountain of trash, mostly broken paper products. Many of them can no longer see their original appearance due to the erosion of Yin Qi.
Fortunately, there was no strange smell coming out.
I didn't say anything, mainly because the pig-headed man didn't give me this chance.
He has already begun to prepare, and for this, I can't help at all.
"Be careful." I could only give an order, and then I started to wander around the ghost market alone.
If tourists are the most popular in the ghost market, then the second most must be these people who are like beggars, staying in corners with dull expressions.
They are what the pig-headed man said, people who have been forgotten by their relatives in the world but have no special skills.
They don't have to worry about birth, old age, sickness and death, but they have to be lonely like walking dead.
Day after day, year after year, I waited to finish my yin life and go to reincarnation.
I even heard the pig-headed man say that many people even choose to commit suicide because they can't bear this kind of life.
Yes, there is no goal to strive for, and no adjustments in life. For them, Fengdu Ghost Town is just a bigger cage.
I was sighing, and suddenly an angry voice came from the side.
"I'm going to sue you!"
I turned my head to look, and saw a white-haired old man pointing at the two servants in front of him with trembling fingers.
Yin Cha had a half-smile expression, as if he was looking at a clown.
There are many people around the old man, who are persuading the old man, but the persuasion seems to be a little timid and hidden, as if they are worried about being discovered by accident.
"We're just going through you. If you want to sue us, you can go and try." One of them said erratically.
Then the two errants laughed together as if they had encountered something funny,
The mocking voice calmed down the old man instead.
The old man's face no longer had the temperament he had just now. His eyes became hesitant.
After a while, the two errands were about to leave. The old man suddenly knelt on the ground and begged.
"Two officers, please do me a favor. The little old man has been here for almost a hundred years. The relatives at home have long forgotten the little old man. No complaints either."
What the old man said sparked discussion among the onlookers. The old man didn't look like a criminal. He hadn't been reincarnated for a hundred years, which was obviously unreasonable.
Yin Cha's expression changed, and he kicked the old man to the ground and said, "Didn't I give you money to buy your place? You also took the money. What's the matter, you want to go back on your word."
"I didn't take the money, I didn't take the money." The old man looked flustered and pointed to the ground.
Only then did I see that there was a ghost coin lying alone on the ground.
The ghost coin is covered with footprints, I can't see the denomination of the coin, but I know that now, the coins are all calculated according to the number, and this one can only buy a lollipop.
Although the people around were still discussing, their voices had been lowered a lot. As if afraid of being heard by the messenger.
A errand stepped forward again, but stomped on the old man several times.
The old man clenched his fists tightly, but did not refute, still trying to win the support of the crowd.
With tears in his eyes, he said: "Both of you, this is already the fifth time. The little old man really wants to be reincarnated. Even if it's a beast."
"Bastard, hmph, if you continue to make trouble, I will let you have no chance of reincarnation."
Yin Zai was unmoved in the slightest.
The old man couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up straight away, grabbed the back of Yin Zai's neck with one hand, and the pitch-black nails of his other hand grew wildly, firmly pressing against Yin Zai's chest.
None of the people present had thought of the sudden change. Everyone was taken aback for a moment before reacting and let out a loud exclamation.
Another errand shouted anxiously: "What are you doing?"
The old man seemed to have given up everything, and said sharply, "Take me to Naihe Bridge."
The words "Naihe Bridge" seemed to have magical powers, and made the scene quiet, and many people's eyes showed yearning.
I glanced at the old man. As expected, the old man has been in the ghost city for a hundred years, and the yin energy on his body is very condensed. He is already a fifth-rank ghost.
It's a pity that he didn't touch the edge of the ghost king, but if he became the ghost king, the old man would probably not want to reincarnate again.
After all, even in the underworld, the ghost king is still the backbone of the battle. The treatment is far from comparable to those who have been forgotten by their relatives.
Thinking of this, my heart moved, and my steps moved towards the old man quietly.