Ahead, the entrance is the gate of the Floating Slaughter City, where the three-headed dog of the Flame Hell opens its bloody mouth.

The ghosts around them, wrapped from head to toe in black cloaks and not revealing a trace of breath, floated in one direction under their feet.

Dressed in black, like a ghost.

Fenghua is dressed in a white dress, and in the black shadows, it looks particularly eye-catching.

Many ghosts floating by Fenghua's side couldn't help but cast a glance at her.

It seems to be amazed, it seems to be contemptuous, it seems to be mocking.

The look in his eyes seemed to say: "Where did this rookie come from, he dared to come to the ghost market with such novice equipment." ”

Fenghua paused.

The black cloak worn by these ghosts who went to the ghost city was supposed to be a magic weapon that could not be detected or tracked by other ghosts.

She thought for a moment, opened the storage bag she had stolen from the two ghosts, and found a black cloak among the bits and pieces inside.

Fenghua immediately put it on.

Sure enough, there were a lot fewer eyes looking around.

She floated to the entrance of the ghost market, took out the black token engraved with a skull pattern that looked like iron, not iron, gold and gold, and examined it by the guards at the door, and successfully entered the legendary ghost market.

Different from the oppressive environment of the blood moon in the sky, white fog, and gloomy atmosphere at the entrance, as soon as you enter the ghost market, there are lights everywhere, hanging bright red lanterns as bright as blood, and the word "underworld" is written on the lantern with black ink pen with teeth and claws.

On both sides of the streets of the ghost market, vendors set up stalls and shouted, all kinds of lively.

It's as lively as the night market in the world, and even because of the uniform black cloak dress all over the street, it adds a different kind of ghostly taste.

Fenghua wandered around the ghost market casually, and suddenly stared at a few shocking bright red characters written in wild cursive on a building plaque somewhere.

She muttered softly, but in the lively ghost market, the words were clear: "Evil Mirror Terrace." ”

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[The update was completed on February 9, 2019, and the little princesses remember to vote for the monthly ticket, mua~]

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