Jiang Wuyou said: "That's right, let's wait and see. If he is willing to hand over this piece of oil paper with the Divine Lord's handwriting on it, it proves that he is willing to help us. I believe he will definitely look for opportunities to send us a message."
In order not to cause trouble to the old man selling steamed buns, they consciously walked further away and waited in a more remote corner.
The red sun fades, twilight falls, and the full moon alternates, bringing a cool and soft night light to the earth.
People began to appear on the quiet street, and the closed shops opened one after another. The shops sold things specially designed for ghosts, including food, clothes, even wine, hookah, and brothels just like the human world. .
No wonder these ghosts want to come to this Wangchuan Valley.
Yuan Jun said: "Most of the people who come to these places to enjoy themselves are the underworld officials of the underworld. They come here not only for their own enjoyment, but also for the underworld ghosts in the area under their jurisdiction who are not qualified to enter the Wangchuan Valley. Big shopping, treat yourself by the way, and those hungry ghosts who are ready to grab food are in the west of the city, where there is a boundary specially divided for them. They usually don't come here, and even if they come, they don't have the ghost coins to buy anything. Most of the stranded Hades coins went into the Hades' pockets, and the rest were handed over to the Hades treasury."
Yuanjun knew everything about Wangchuan Valley, because there was also such a realm in the underworld of Xiliang. He had lived there for a period of time and was very familiar with it.
No one dared to approach them. The aura exuded by Yuan Jun made them dare not even take another look. As a result, no one had entered the shop where they were since nightfall.
The owner of the store endured it for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to come out, put on a menacing look, and shouted angrily at them: "Can you buy anything? If you don't want to buy anything, please get out of the way and don't hinder me." Do business.”
Yuan Jun threw out a ghost coin and said to the boss Leng Sensen: "Is this enough to buy everything in your store?"
The boss took a look at the Ming coins, and a smile immediately appeared on his pale ghost face: "Of course it's enough, of course it's enough, you can do whatever you want!"
Zhu Yan waved to the boss who turned around to walk away: "Come here, let me ask you something."
The boss hurriedly came back, smiled at Zhu Yan and said, "You can ask whatever you want, and I will tell you everything I know!"
Zhu Yan pointed to the bun shop in the distance and said, "Why is there a living person selling buns here?"
The boss smiled and said: "What's so strange about having live people selling steamed buns here? Aren't you also here to play with live people? Don't you eat when you're tired from playing?"
Yuan Jun frowned and said in a deep voice: "Speak carefully!"
The boss was startled by the sudden burst of cold air from Yuan Jun. He stood up straight and said, "Yes, yes, let me explain it carefully. We all call that old man Han Lao. He sells steamed buns here for two hundred yuan." For years, no one knew why he was selling buns here, but I heard he wasn’t really human.”
"Not a human? A ghost?" Jiang Xin asked.
The boss quickly shook his head and said: "Of course he's not a ghost. What I mean is that he is different from you. He is not a real human being. He just transformed into a human being. I heard that he is a mythical beast. What kind of mythical beast he is is unknown. , no one has ever seen his true body.”