The sad head, the cry of the dead soul...
Having lost his body and freedom, he has been tortured in such a lifeless place all year round.
A faith begets compassion: "Then... Is there no way to get you out of it?"
The heads sighed, and the centaur head said: "Human youth, thank you! There have been people who wanted to help us as eagerly as you, but there is no way to get us free by any means. So you don’t have to worry about us. Just keep in mind the rules of the ghosts and black market!"
Ashin repeatedly recite the Celestial Rules of the Centaur's head several times, and then asked: "Is there a one-sentence Celestial Rule? In other words, to walk in the black market of ghosts and ghosts, as long as you can't cheat and snatch others. ?"
The centaur head said: "In theory, this is the case, but shopping malls are like battlefields, and the struggle between merchants is very complicated. The actual situation is not as simple as you think. A human teenager, it seems that you are a warrior. I'm afraid You don’t know much about business, so after entering the black market, it depends on your own mind and ability!"
Ashin said to the centaur head, "Thank you for your guidance!" He scanned the heads on the wall that were looking at him, and still asked unwillingly, "Is there really no way to liberate you?"
The heads showed some warm expressions, and the head of a goblin said: "Young man, although it is impossible, thank you very much! People who come here are all to get wealth from the ghosts and ghosts black market, and most of them treat us Leave it alone. Even if a few people express concern, they will leave here in a hurry. People like you who really want to help us have never appeared before!"
The centaur head muttered, "Actually...it's not impossible, but the possibility is too low..."
The heads sneered pessimistically: "Haha... you might as well look forward to the stone blooming!"
Ashin didn't understand why the other heads had this reaction. He asked in confusion, "What is more difficult than a stone blossom?"
The centaur head said hopelessly: "That is the host can open the net and lift the punishment and restraint on us!"
"Okay!" Ashin said to the centaur head: "If I have a chance, I will try to find a way to let that hostile host let you go!"
The surroundings suddenly calmed down, and the heads stared at Ashin with ghostly eyes. The emotions contained in those eyes were chaotic and varied, gratitude, admiration, surprise, stupidity, doubt, sarcasm...
"Ha~~ This kid said something that moved me very much!"
"I'm afraid he doesn't know what he is talking about?"
"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers..."
"It's just the impulse of young people, should you take it seriously?"
The centaur head stopped the discussion with his gaze, and he said solemnly to Ashin: "Human youth, you are too simple to think, and almost arrogant! The host of the ghost black market is extremely mysterious, and it will be difficult for many people to stay here for life. When you see him, he is not the big man you can see if you want to meet! And, even if you can really see him, what are you going to use to convince him? Is it money?"
"This..." A Xin shrugged his head like a ball when he heard it: "I... I don't have any money..."
The centaur head continued: "What if you have a lot of money? Will the host of the ghost black market be short of money? Money is the thing he doesn't care about the least in this world! Do you have other ways?"
Ashin seemed to shrink in a circle, barely squeezing out from between his teeth: "No..."
The centaur head said: "You want to help us, and we are grateful to you. But, you better not expect the host to show compassion! Human teenager, you still put your energy on yourself, don't worry about this fundamental There can be no hope!"
"Oh! That's it..." Ashin sighed heavily and raised his head sincerely, "Although it sounds like little hope, I will still find a chance to fight for you!"
The centaur head stared at Asin for a while, then smiled heartily: "Ha! What a stubborn little pony! Boy, what's your name?"
Ashin said: "My name is Ashin!"
"Axin..." The centaur head lightly said Ashin's name, as if to imprint the name in his mind. He said to Ashin: "I will remember this name! Now, please enter the black market of ghosts and ghosts. !"
Ashin nodded and walked forward, then stopped in front of the dark door of the organ. He waited for a long time under the strange gazes of the heads, but the door of the organ was like a waiter who didn't pay any attention to the guests.
"Huh? Why don't you open the door? Isn't it automatic?" Ashin patted the door of the agency: "Is there any other password like sesame to open the door?"
The centaur head asked strangely: "Youth, don't you have an invitation?"
"Invitation?" Ashin frowned and asked, "No... I came here after all the hardships, but do I still have to have an invitation in the dark market?"
The centaur head said: "It doesn't need to be so troublesome in normal times, but the Jinlunbao business battle is about to be held. The ghost black market has been strictly screening the guests who want to enter some time ago. Now only holding the host’s invitation Posts can pass through this gate. Those who do not have invitations will be regarded as uninvited people, and they will all be turned away!"
"Invitation...Invitation..." Ashin suddenly remembered the invitation that Walker had taken out: "Ah! Is it the invitation in Walker's hand?" He slapped his head: "Me and others They came together, but they separated for a while. They did have an invitation in their hands, but they had already gone in first!"
The centaur head said: "Then there is no way. None of us has the ability to leave here, and there is no way to help you find your partner inside."
Ashin sat on the ground in frustration: "Then how do I get in?"
The centaur head said: "It's a pity that you can't enter without an invitation. Unless you have the ability, let the Furnace Turner, who only obeys the host, open the door for you. But that's impossible!" He A murky bleak flashed in his eyes: "I sincerely hope you never meet that terrible guy!"
"Turner the furnaceman?" As soon as he heard this, Ashin's spirit came again: "Can he open the door?"
The centaur head said: "Because he has the key to this door. Did you see the large recessed iron slot on the door? That is the keyhole of this door. Turner has a fire shovel, which can be opened. The key to this door. Huh? Boy, what are you running? Where are you going?"
A Xin danced and ran out along the original road, leaving behind him a cheerful shout: "Haha, great! There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain! Thank you for telling me, I will come when I go!"
The centaur head rolled his eyes, and exchanged gazes suspiciously with other disclosures: "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain? Thank you... for telling him?"
Ashin ran out of the city gate all the way to Turner's corpse, and said to the corpse that was still bleeding, "Anyway, you also went to hell to be tried. This big guy is dead with you, so I let him Let me use it!"
"Hey!!"
A Xin picked up a fire shovel as thick as a telephone pole. He himself felt a little surprised. He could only lift a weight of six to seven hundred jin a year ago, but he was able to drag a few tons of things forward. It seems that this period of time has been a lot longer.
Fortunately, Ashin was thinking of others before and supported the iron gate with crematorium fragments, so now he can drag the huge fire shovel straight into the city gate all the way smoothly.
Ashin excitedly descended the steps, the fire shovel bumped on the scattered stone steps, and a huge voice echoed in the tunnel.
When the heads on the wall saw Ashin dragging Turner's fire shovel over, they looked at each other with dumbfounded and shocked expressions, and even a few headed eyes really protruded from their eye sockets!
"This... Am I right?"
"It's indeed Turner's fire shovel! How could he let this kid get here? What an unprecedented!"
"That's okay? You can borrow a fire shovel from Turner, boy, you are so powerful!"
The centaur head looked at the panting Ashin, and he said in disbelief: "You can actually get Turner's shovel here. Could it be that Turner has been killed by you?" He suddenly seemed to be thinking about it. He shuddered as if he was driven away from his head: "Impossible! Turner's strength is not covered, how could it be killed by a little pony like you?!"
Ashin smirked and shrugged: "Uh...that, Turner was indeed beaten to death by me!"
The head on the wall first fell into a deadly shock, and then made violent discussions like a violent wind.
"This kid can kill Turner? I don't believe it! Turner has a body armor. How many masters who challenge him have been consumed alive?"
"Yeah, how can Turner be killed so easily, it's impossible!"
"But Turner's fire shovel is indeed in his hands! Can't it be Turnerken lent him? That's even more impossible!"
"Hey! Take a closer look, this kid is covered in blood!!"
"Isn't there few people who walked here covered in blood? There were also several bloody people in that group just now?"
"Just now...Ah! Do you remember what those people were saying just now? They said: The savior was fighting with Turner? Didn't we still believe it at first?"
"Yeah! I thought they were lying to us!"
"Fuck! I remembered! There was a little girl crying fiercely inside. Wasn't she crying and crying by Ashin's name?"
"Oh! That's right! Isn't this kid called Ashin?"
"Fuck... fuck! I remember it too! This kid...no..."
The heads all looked at Ashin, as if he was a monster who just popped out of some other world, and then immediately danced on the Oscar red carpet. (End of this chapter)