Chapter 233

Yan Tao's beautiful peach blossom eyes were raised, and the end of his eyes was stained with evil Qi. When he hooked his lips and smiled, there were endless romantic evils. He put one hand in his pocket, with noble bearing and leisurely charm. The female ghost was stunned.

"Do I look good?"

The female ghost stared at Yan Tao and nodded.

The evil yuppie temperament of the teenager is enough to blur her gender.

The male ghost who had left came back to drag the female ghost, pulled her ear and shouted, "you forgot how you died

Dogs can't eat shit!

The male ghost snorted coldly, "what looks good is not a good thing." then he vigorously dragged the female ghost away.

Standing there, Yan Tao innocently touched his nose. His peach blossom eyes fell on the female ghost's swinging waist. However, in a moment, he took them back and went to find a small stall to buy talisman paper.

Both sides of the road are bustling. Some stalls are deserted, and some are crowded with customers.

Even though there are many people here, it is silent.

Just take things and put money.

Most of the people who buy things in the ghost market are lonely souls and wild ghosts. They are not worshipped and cannot enter the underworld. They have valuable antiques in their hands. They only need Taoist priests to sacrifice them with some yellow paper.

A lucrative business.

Yan Tao walked along the road, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes with a shallow radian, one hand in a pocket and walked leisurely through the crowded street.

The ghost city was gloomy, and the fog covered the young man's face. He could only vaguely feel the extraordinary temperament and the mysterious and elegant ancient rhyme.

Some Taoist ghosts showed fearful eyes and retreated to make way.

The girl is full of noble spirit. She is not the person they can bump into.

Yan Tao didn't seem to notice the eyes of the ghosts. He stopped at an unmanned stall. "Is there any Rune paper?"

Sitting at the back of the stall was a Taoist with wild behavior and a broken beard. When he heard the speech, he looked up at Yan Tao and ha's smile, "what talisman does the child want? Don't play around. Break your blessings and go home quickly."

Yan Tao: "give me three and lend me cinnabar by the way."

Taoist... Why doesn't the child listen to me?

"All right, all right..." the Taoist muttered and took out three clean runes and small bottles containing cinnabar from his rag pocket. "Don't come back to me for compensation if you mess up!"

Yantao hooked his lip slightly, took something and turned it to no one. His finger pointed at cinnabar, and his plain white fingertip fell on the rune paper. He slowly drew something like a ghost Rune on the yellow paper. At the end of the pen, his eyes suddenly snapped, his left hand pinched up the Yin formula, changed the magic number in a short time, pressed it on the rune paper, and recited the Taoist Scriptures in his mouth.

If someone were here, he would cry out in horror.

I saw that the young man seemed to have crossed a layer of light, holy and mysterious, just like a God.

On the street, the Taoist priest was filling with wine and suddenly stood up. He didn't swallow the wine in time. He choked his tears: "cough, cough, cough... Which disciple is this? He is so brave that he can make a talisman in the ghost market!"

Are you crazy?!

You know, although they have magic skills, ghosts with a little intelligence will be afraid.

But here they are away, ghost's home.

Every living person walking is a strong temptation to them. The child just now... I'm afraid it's going to cause disaster.

The Taoist priest scratched his hair in situ: ah! Will I save it or not!

What about taking me in?

He was struggling. Suddenly he heard a gentle and pleasant voice in front of the stall, "boss, pay me the money I just bought the Fu."

Scare!

The kid? Not dead?!