Xinghualou is located in the most prosperous area of the ghost market.

The building is like a pagoda, with six sides and seven floors, surrounded by water on three sides, and facing the street on three sides. The whole body is ten feet high, and a lantern is hung on the eaves, and the flaming red candlelight shines through the lantern paper, leaving no gap.

From a distance, the whole Xinghualou is like a shining pagoda, sacred and solemn, not like a building, but like the magic weapon used by the ancient gods and demons in the legend.

In the meantime, there are occasional female ghosts dressed in white fluttering, and there is no trace of ghosts at all, but fluttering like a fairyland.

On the first floor, ghosts are flying, scantily clad and soliciting guests. In front of the Xinghua Building, the population is dense, coming and going. If you have a little spare money, you will run straight inside.

The ghost cried in the crowd, and without a trace, he broke a hand holding a knife and smashed a hand that was straight to the kidney. Carrying a knife, he squeezed through the crowd and walked over.

At the door, a bald hungry ghost blocked the way. After paying the entrance fee of two cents, he was allowed to enter, and told him that he could play on the first floor as he pleased, but that he must leave before daybreak.

As soon as you enter, you will feel a warm breeze rushing towards you, carrying a burst of fragrance. The bell flickered, and he came to his senses.

It turned out that the female ghosts worked together to cast illusions, covering the entire layer. Kill a group of mortal fans and obediently take out their wallets. They think they're having fun with beautiful female ghosts, but they're actually just playing with a bunch of expressionless ghosts.

The pink mist is hazy, the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, layers of tulle dance in the wind, and fairy-like female ghosts often giggle and float by, and the skirt flies up, revealing snow-white skin.

In the middle of a square bath, steaming hot, in which several female ghost sisters wearing only a transparent tulle gently held the water in their hands and poured it on their bodies, or played with each other.

Half-concealed, mysterious, occasionally feasting the eyes, the most tempting, people can't help but find out. Unfortunately, all this is a vision in a fantasy world.

In front of the ghost cry, there is no pink mist, the candlelight is dim, and the hanging white veil makes this place feel like a mourning hall. One by one, the ghosts are like dead people. On the table, the delicacies all over the table are gone, replaced by large and small dry hard dough cakes.

The guests played with the ghost prosthetic body like an inflatable doll, ate dry and hard cakes, and then obediently paid the entrance fee, as well as their own spirit.

No wonder, so cheap.

Ghost Cry didn't stop at his feet, he went straight to the stairs, raised his feet and walked up.

Like him, he turned a deaf ear to the things around him and went straight upstairs, and there were quite a few of them, but all of them had demonic protection and had escaped from the mundane.

In fact, the people who stayed on the first floor were not all mortals, there were also demons, but some of them were willing to stay in the illusion, and some of them were born with dull five senses, and they didn't see that this was an illusion.

After paying another three coins, Ghost Cry entered the second floor.

Then, the scene that is exactly the same as the first floor comes into view. However, on the first floor, it is a fantasy, and on the second floor, it is real.

Five dollars of silver, in such an environment to enjoy wantonly, is indeed worth it. In terms of the ability of youkai to make money, it is indeed cheap.

"Is this official new?"

There was a voice behind him, and the ghost cried and turned around, and saw a thin, sick, and beautiful female ghost. She was wearing a white dress, and she came in style, not at all charming, with a bit of coldness, like a fragile porcelain bottle, very easy to be pitied.

I saw her crying to the ghost, "Is the official a newcomer?"

The ghost cried and nodded, and the female ghost smiled, "The little woman's name is Wan'er, and she is very happy to meet the official." ”

The ghost cried and said, "Under the ghost crying, are there peanuts?"

The smile on Wan'er's face froze, and she was stunned for a moment, "Ah"

In front of a table, Ghost Cry took chopsticks, picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and smashed it with a "click". He narrowed his eyes narrowed with pleasure. This kind of crispness, one more is hard, one less is soft, especially the sound, it is the best peanut he has ever eaten. The ghost cry couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it is worthy of Xinghualou, and this peanut alone is worth it.

Wan'er on the side poured a glass of apricot blossom wine, which is a must-drink when you arrive at Xinghualou, and if you don't drink it, it's in vain.

The wine glass containing the wine was handed over with both hands, and the ghost cried and picked up the rice wine and drank it all in one gulp. Then, the face flushed. This wine goes so well with peanuts. He couldn't help but open his mouth very indecently and sighed "ha"

Wan'er looked at the ghost crying with a smile, it was the first time she saw such a person, and she thought it was funny. Inadvertently, turning her head, her eyes showed a fierce light that was completely inconsistent with her delicate body, and a female ghost who wanted to lean over saw this scene, hesitated for a moment, and then left.

Wan'er turned her head again, and once again showed a gentle smile, as if she was a lady with good manners. Occasionally looking at the tall body of the ghost cry, the eyes reveal greed.

This tempered body must be very replenished.

After a stick of incense, Wan'er's smile stiffened.

Peanuts, already eating the third plate. Apricot blossom wine, the second pot is almost gone.

And Ghost Cry, focused on eating and drinking, didn't even look at her at all, and didn't seem interested in her at all.

Finally, the last peanut was chewed and swallowed. Finally, the last glass of wine was drunk with his head tilted. Finally, Ghost Cry put down his chopsticks.

The stiff smile on Wan'er's face finally thawed, like a brilliant sunflower.

The ghost cried and wiped his mouth, and said to himself, "I'm addicted, it's time to work." ”

He turned his head and said to Wan'er, "How can I meet the matchmaker"

The smile on Wan'er's face froze again, she felt that she was hallucinating, and asked with a professional smile on her face, "Official, what are you talking about?"

Ghost Cry and patiently asked again, "How can I meet the matchmaker"

"You" Wan'er's eyes widened, and she didn't know how to answer for a while.

Ghost Cry raised her head, and Wan'er saw Ghost Cry's narrow eyes like knives, and in an instant, it was like being struck by lightning.

Suddenly, the delicate body was a little transparent, like a phantom, and it looked like it might be blown away by a gust of wind at any time.

"Ahh

Sharp cries echoed in the hall on the second floor, tables, chairs, benches, pots and pans vibrated violently, candlelight flickered, flickered and flickered, and the pink mist boiled. The voice was full of pain, and the pain was so heart-rending that everyone felt the same way, and they couldn't help but get goosebumps.

In the mortal world, the way to deal with ghosts and goblins is to disintegrate the demonic energy of the other party. In hell, ghosts have no demonic energy, but on the contrary, they instinctively attack each other to all the ghosts that are close to them, so the scene of hell can be simply seen as a group of hedgehogs that are compressed together, whether they want to or not, they are hurting each other with their thorns.

And the manifestation of that kind of attack is that the fragments of his various memories are incomparably chaotic and spread out. Once other ghosts come into contact with this memory, it will affect their own perception and cause unparalleled suffering.

In the mortal world, this type of attack manifests itself as evil thoughts, pure and extreme evil thoughts. In the face of evil thoughts, the ghosts in the mortal world can be said to have no ability to resist, they have not protected their souls, and they have never seen this kind of attack, and they don't know how to deal with it.

As a demon crawling out of hell, the devil cry instinct will attack in this way, and it is passive, always there. But then with a restraint, this attack was imprisoned. It was only recently that the demons surfaced and learned how to temporarily lift the confinement.

In just a moment, the female ghost in front of her, who called herself Wan'er, suffered a heavy blow, lost all resistance, and let out that terrible scream.

The hall was suddenly quiet, and all eyes were on it.

The voice of the ghost crying sounded in the quiet hall, and it was very clear, "Now, can you say it?"