The magic pattern claws gleamed coldly and swayed Turner's blood around like ink.
Ashin rode on Turner's neck and chopped frantically. He finally calmed down and looked at his own results.
The last person in the house of mad devil lay stiffly in a pool of blood, motionless, only the twisted and dry lips still had a faint gasp. His eyes gradually lost their brilliance and looked at the person who ended his life, his eyes were so calm that he couldn't move. Conjecture what was thinking in that silent heart.
"Die! Your wife and children are waiting for you to reunite in hell!!"
Ashin was very uncomfortable under Turner's gaze. He raised his magic-patterned claws and cut off Turner's head, then stretched his hands and feet to lie on the ground, rested and recovered while alerting Turner whether he would stand up again.
After lying down for about ten minutes, Turner's body has not moved. It seems that this time he has fallen into a quality sleep that can never wake up.
Ashin is a little envious of him. If he can let go of everything and just fall asleep without paying attention to anything, how happy would he be? It's a pity that there are things that Ashin can't let go of waiting for him in the ghostly black market!
A Xin forced himself to stand up with pain all over his body. He felt that all the muscles in his body were just hanging shaky on the bones, as if he would be dispersed in the air by a slightly stronger wind at any time.
He put away the magic pattern claws, judged the general direction with the previous container, and walked slowly towards the gate of the ghost black market.
As Axin's exhausted pace, the gates of the gods and ghosts black market gradually reflected in the holographic enchantment, and he stopped in some surprise.
Because the situation was too critical before, Ashin didn't have time to take a good look at the gates of the ghostly black market.
This has been open to the entire spiritual world since ancient times, and countless business travelers who came to pan for gold had no chance to see the city gate until they died, except for the falling iron gate, they could not see anything.
It looks like a ruined ruins that has been deserted for a long time. There are no towers, no walls, but a solitary gate, lying on the deadly empty ground like a huge dying ghost!
Axin ran around the city gate a few times suspiciously. There was obviously only one city gate standing here. So where did Evelyn and the others just go in
Ashin was stunned for a while, then patted his forehead and said, "Oh...I've been confused! This city gate must be the entrance to the realm of the black market linking the gods and ghosts!"
In the spiritual world, due to reasons such as not wanting to be disturbed by outsiders, or not wanting to be discovered by others, many areas will be protected by enchantments with special magic, and can only be entered through designated link entrances.
The entrance to the secret realm is also strange. Sometimes it may be an earth fort that appears out of thin air in an alley, and sometimes it may be a pair of broken army boots on the booth of an antique shop. A city gate link entrance like the one in front of me is quite normal in the spiritual world. It's just that Ashin doesn't have the ability of a spirit walker, unlike a spirit walker who is sensitive to the link entrance, so he feels confused for a while.
Back to the front of the city gate, the stone arch was made of solid shale. The year-round dry wind left countless cracks on it. The falling iron gate was rotten and rusty.
Ashin stood in front of the iron gate, weighing it, and he might not have the strength to lift the gate again. He took out the devil-patterned claws and sneered to himself: "Huh! Really, I still want to be polite with this kind of evil devil! Just open the door directly-can't it?"
"Puff!!"
The magic-patterned claws swiftly swung down, but the planing on the iron gate caused sparks to splash and make a loud noise. The powerful counter-shock force set off a wave of air, knocking the stunned Asin to the ground.
Every strand of muscle fiber on his body was complaining to Ashin, and he got up with a sour face: "Oh... this is the entrance to the black market of ghosts and ghosts. There must be a powerful technique to protect it. How can it be easily cut by me? Open? It's too much consideration..."
In the black market of gods and ghosts, there is a huge wealth that the entire world of spirits covets, and it will naturally use various means to strictly defend it.
Otherwise, just these people who covet wealth, or come to seek revenge for relatives and friends who died here, will have to rush into 80 legions from here every day!
Of course, if they can survive through a large number of corpse vines and the house of mad devil.
Standing in front of the iron gate, Asin rolled his eyes, he returned to the crematorium and found a relatively long and thick fragment and dragged it over.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, my baby is so painful!!"
He raised the iron door with a grin, and then supported the iron door in a high cheating posture, and with both hands he dragged the scrap of the crematorium into the door.
In this way, the falling iron gate was held up by the thick fragments of the crematorium.
Ashin did this so that people who arrived here could easily enter the city gate directly.
"Huh~~ I can go to meet Evelyn and the others!" Ashin wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked into the tunnel behind the iron gate.
The deep tunnel is full of rotten, clammy, unpleasant smells, and vines and moss in the cracks of the stone bricks grow wantonly.
Ashin sniffed his nose, and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous: (The evil spirits of the black market, the security guards at the two gates are so fierce, what kind of scary world is inside...) He is deep. Take a breath and walk deep down the damp steps.
Asin hurried down the stone steps quickly. From time to time, there were beads of water dripping from the cracks in the bricks and vines above his head onto the rough stone steps. The darkness in the tunnel is real, but fortunately, his holographic enchantment doesn't need light at all.
Suddenly, Ashin's footsteps were nailed in place like nails!
In front is the suddenly open hall, with a closed door blocking the way, and on the walls on both sides of the hall, like elk head ornaments, there are a large number of heads hanging on it!
The heads are of different ages and genders, including humans, goblins, trolls, werewolves, and even vampires!
In the dark tunnel where you can't see your five fingers, suddenly seeing so many heads hanging on the wall, the crotch of ordinary people may have been "like the endless water of the Yangtze River".
What's more terrible is that the faces of those heads are stunned, and they suddenly opened their horrified eyes like smelling a prey!
Gods and ghosts in the black market, really evil!
The atmosphere was already terrifying enough. Suddenly hundreds of heads appeared, and these heads opened their eyes at the same time, staring at him like fierce stars falling from the night sky, and Ashin suddenly felt silent and arrogant. The spirit of the soul is dancing around here!
"Wow! Damn! What the hell!?" A Xin felt heartbroken. He showed his magic pattern claws and witch horns with horror. The scene in front of him reminded him involuntarily of those heads on the Soul Tree!
"It's not a ghost, but a welcoming guest from the ghostly black market..." said a wrinkled goblin head in a dry and old voice.
"Welcome?" Ashin's eyebrows were raised and his voice did not seem to be malicious. He was a little wary, but he still looked suspiciously at the gloomy heads: "What are you kidding? How can anyone hang their heads on the wall to welcome guests? And they can talk! Doesn't this scare the guests away?"
A werewolf roared and laughed: "Haha! It's better to be scared away! The host of the ghost black market doesn't like the weak! Moreover, if you can come here safely through the Pella family, you should have some courage and skill. ?"
Ashin still felt very puzzled. He put away the magic claws and witch horns and asked: "Then... even if you are a welcome guest, you won't cut off your head and hang it on the wall so brutal? What is your salary?"
"Young man, you think so beautifully!" A middle-aged human head smiled bitterly and said: "What salary, we are all sinners in the dark market of ghosts and ghosts! The host cut off our heads and punish us for eternal life here. Do not live or die, to welcome those who want to enter the black market of gods and ghosts. And use our miserable and terrible end to warn those who want to break the rules in the black market of gods and ghosts like us to be honest!
Ashin yelled in disbelief, his mouth squeezed into a big apple: "Huh? You were punished because you broke the rules? I heard it right? There are rules in such a vicious place as the ghost black market? And... He looked at the heads pityingly: "Is this punishment a bit too cruel..."
"Human youth, this is the first time you have come to the black market, right?" At the highest point of all the heads, there was a centaur head staring at Asin condescendingly. His voice was calm and powerful, and his eyes were filled with vitality that the other heads did not possess, and he looked like the one with the highest status among these heads.
Ashin nodded: "Well, it's indeed my first time here."
The centaur head said: "Presumably you have heard a lot of terrible legends about the black market of gods and ghosts from the outside world, but the stories that have been spread will somewhat deviate from the facts. Although the black market of gods and ghosts is mixed with dragons and snakes, it looks orderly on the surface. Chaos, but there is a rule that must not be violated! If it is really as chaotic as those legends describe, why can it keep attracting business travelers from all over the world to come to search for gold? And why can it stand in the spiritual world for thousands of years? "
A Xin groaned: "Well... if you think about it this way... you are right. Could you please tell me, what are the rules of the gods and ghosts that cannot be violated in the black market?"
The centaur head said: "This is exactly the duty we are hung here to perform. Everyone who passes here must be warned by us: In the black market of ghosts and ghosts, you can make tricks, but you can't cheat. You can gamble. , But you can’t take it! We sinners have violated this rule, so we were cut off by the host and hung up here, and we have been tortured forever forever..."
"This is all involuntary! If it is not forced by life, if it is not due to embarrassment, who would be stupid enough to violate the rules and end up in such a painful end? Uuuuuu..."
As soon as the words of the centaur heads fell, some of the heads began to sob, but no matter how miserable they were, their half-air-dried eyes could no longer shed tears... (End of this chapter)