The entrance to the underground market is in the backyard of this attic.

Walking from the lobby to the backyard, you can see a staircase leading to the underground, and a few young people, just walked out of there, and they were stunned for a moment when they saw Jun Wuxie.

It's really strange that this half-grown little ghost actually came to the ghost market to wander around. A man and his companion muttered a few words, and then left.

The ghost market is the name given to this underground market by the people here.

Jun Wuxian entered in silence, and after walking through the dim staircase, the light appeared in front of her eyes again.

The huge underground market is like another world, compared to the tranquility of the imperial city at night, but it is extremely lively.

The bustling crowds of people weave through the bazaar, and there are no proper shops, just makeshift shops, each made up of a small wooden shelf, half a man high, on which the peddlers want to sell.

At the entrance of the ghost market, two tall men stood straight on the left and right sides, their faces wearing ghost masks, hiding their faces, revealing only those calm and sharp eyes.

When Jun Wuxian walked in front of them, they didn't even move the corners of their eyes.

Meow? The little black cat followed Jun Wuxie's feet, looking at the prosperity hidden underground with those cat's eyes.

Master, how are we going to find the ** you can cultivate?

If it can be used, when it gets closer, the little white lotus will feel it. Jun Wuxian explained in a low voice, whether it is available or not depends on whether the ring spirit will sense it.

The spirit of the ring has its own soul, and the spiritual power that people cultivate is to cultivate their own power on the power of the spirit of the ring, if it cannot be accepted by the spirit of the ring, even if it is taken, it is useless.

Meow. That little idiot, what can he understand.

The black cat is not optimistic about the little white lotus who only knows how to cry every day.

Let's take a look. Jun Wuxian has no bottom in her heart, in the Lin Wang Mansion, she has rummaged through all the ** collections in the mansion, and Xiao Bailian has not reacted at all, she can only hope here.

The area of the ghost market is huge, Jun Wuxie's petite body is moving forward in the crowd, and the stalls around her have not aroused her interest at all, if she is an ordinary person, the first time she enters here, I am afraid that she will be dazzled, but Jun Wuxie has only one purpose, for **, no matter how interesting it is, she can't let her show one more look.

It's just that......

Squeezed by a group of people, surrounded by various smells, sweat, incense powder, and in this place with a large flow of people, the temperature also rises, and the smell of the human body is discharged and evaporated with sweat, in this almost dense and unventilated space, mixed into a not very good smell.

If you were someone else, the smell would be nothing, there were so many new things here that they had already attracted all the attention, who would think of those.

But for Jun Wuxie, every qiē here made her crazy.

Good-looking brows furrowed, in the crowded crowd, Jun Wuxian avoided contact with anyone as much as possible, but the ubiquitous smell made her unavoidable.

This kind of place, she will definitely not come a second time.

The little black cat followed Jun Wuxie's side closely, and it could already clearly feel that its owner's nerves were about to collapse.

For owners with a strong habit of cleanliness, this kind of place is simply hell.