Chapter 155: The Ghost Family

Half an hour later, Song Wen arrived at the outskirts of the misty ghost market.

He was now at the entrance of a valley, and the entire valley was shrouded in thick mist. The deeper into the valley, the thicker the mist became, and everything in the valley was unclear.

According to the stall owner's memory, following a path in the valley, walking more than ten miles deeper, you can see the entrance to the ghost market between two mountains.

Song Wen released his spiritual consciousness and found that his spiritual consciousness could only survey an area of ​​one mile. This mist could really interfere with his spiritual consciousness.

Song Wen was not in a hurry to enter the valley, but released all the Wujia Gu. Fortunately, the fog did not interfere too much with the Wujia Gu. With the help of the Wujia Gu's ability, Song Wen could detect everything within a radius of six miles, which made Song Wen feel much more at ease.

Stepping onto the path, Song Wen went deep into the valley.

The path was winding and winding.

The deeper we went into the valley, the thicker the fog became. We could only see two or three meters away. The range of spiritual consciousness exploration was constantly compressed. Gradually, spiritual consciousness could only explore a hundred meters away. With the help of Wujia Gu, we could only explore a few miles away.

Fortunately, nothing unusual happened along the way. Even if we occasionally encountered monks with strange clothes, we tacitly avoided them and did not have any conflicts.

A quarter of an hour later, a mountain stream about a hundred meters wide appeared in Song Wen's perception. On both sides of the mountain stream were dark brown rock walls of unknown height. It was not that the mountain stream was at the bottom of a thousand-foot cliff, but the height of the cliff exceeded Song Wen's perception, and he could not detect how high the cliffs on both sides were.

At the entrance of the mountain stream, there were two ninth-level Qi training monks wearing black clothes and ghost masks. According to the memory of the short stall owner, these two people were the guards of the ghost market.

Song Wen walked in front of the two guards and handed out two spirit stones.

A guard put away the spirit stone and said in a muffled voice.

"The ghost market closes at 12:00 a.m., and you must leave the ghost market before then."

Song Wen nodded and walked into the mountain stream.

After walking a hundred meters in the mountain stream, the view suddenly became clear.

On the cliffs on both sides, there was a dark red paper lantern hanging every ten meters or so. The lanterns emitted a deep red glow, dispersing the thick fog.

On both sides of the mountain stream, quaint houses stretched far into the distance.

In the middle was a wide road, crowded with people and many monks.

The quaint houses were shrouded in a deep red light, and there were wisps of mist that had not been driven away. In addition, the monks wore all kinds of weird and scary masks on their heads, making this mountain stream ghost market look like the underworld.

Song Wen walked along the street for more than two hundred meters and walked into an inconspicuous narrow shop.

This shop has no signboard, and there are no products on display. There is only a skinny middle-aged monk sitting in front of the counter, playing with a black stone ball in his hand.

As soon as he entered the shop, Song Wen felt a spiritual consciousness sweeping over him. He suddenly became alert in his heart. This skinny monk was a strong man in the middle stage of foundation building.

The spiritual consciousness swept over and was quickly taken back by the skinny monk.

Song Wen was wary of him, and he was also a little afraid of Song Wen, because the spiritual consciousness he just probed did not sense any spiritual power fluctuations on Song Wen.

In this case, either Song Wen's cultivation is much higher than his; or Song Wen has completely restrained his spiritual power with the help of some secret technique or treasure; or Song Wen really has no cultivation.

How could he be a mortal without any cultivation to come to this foggy ghost market?

He was more inclined to believe that Song Wen had some secret technique or treasure that restrained his aura; after all, to completely prevent him from sensing any spiritual power fluctuations, at least a Jindan cultivator was needed. Even a late-stage foundation-building cultivator could sense spiritual power fluctuations. A Jindan strongman did not need to be so cautious and completely restrain his aura when he came to the black market.

The skinny cultivator stood up and said to Song Wen, "Daoyou, what are you doing here?"

"I wonder if you have any Xuanyin stones?" Song Wen was wearing a bull-head mask on his face, and his voice came from under the mask.

The stall owner bought the human blood essence from this small shop. Song Wen, who knew nothing about the ghost market, planned to come to this shop first to try his luck.

"Xuanyin stone!" The skinny cultivator's voice was a little surprised.

That's a third-level spiritual object, and it's a Yin-attributed spiritual object!

Could this person really be a Jindan strongman?

Even if he is not a Jindan cultivator, he should be a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, otherwise he would not inquire about the third-level spiritual object Xuanyin stone.

Surprised in his heart, but expressionless on his face, the skinny monk shook his head and said.

"I'm sorry, fellow Daoist, I don't have any Xuanyin Stone here."

"Excuse me!" Without what he needed, Song Wen turned around and walked out of the store without stopping.

Seeing that Song Wen was about to step out of the store, the skinny monk suddenly spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a minute."

Song Wen stopped, turned around, and asked in confusion.

"Fellow Daoist, you called me to stay, what do you have to teach me?"

"I know a place with Xuanyin Stone."

Song Wen became interested, "Oh? Fellow Daoist, are you going to sell information about Xuanyin Stone?"

The skinny monk shook his head, "I do know there is Xuanyin Stone there, but I don't plan to sell it."

Song Wen's breath suddenly became cold, and a faint murderous intent filled the air.

Before entering the ghost market, Song Wen hid all the aura of his cultivation, just to give people a sense of unfathomable depth.

Since he disguised himself as a master, he must have the momentum of a master.

"Fellow Daoist, are you kidding me?"

Seeing the other party's misunderstanding, the skinny monk hurriedly explained.

"Don't worry, fellow Daoist, listen to me slowly."

"The Xuanyin Stone I mentioned belongs to a foundation-building family. This foundation-building family has a deep hatred for me."

"This family slaughtered monks and mortals, extracted souls, and refined sinister ghost instruments. Unfortunately, the town where I was born was slaughtered by this family."

"My whole family, young and old, were slaughtered and their souls were extracted. They died with their eyes open and will never be reborn. Their souls may still be trapped in a ghost instrument, and they have been made into ghosts without intelligence, suffering torture and no peace."

The skinny monk's tone became more and more excited and angry.

He continued.

"Over the years, I have been practicing hard every day just to get revenge."

"This family is inhumane and has committed countless crimes. I have contacted thirteen cultivators who have a blood feud with this family and will attack this family soon."

"I told you this because I want you to help me,"

"First, we can eradicate this evil family and bring peace to the people of the world; second, you can also get the Xuanyin Stone."

Song Wen listened to the other party's story quietly without any emotional fluctuations.

He thought for a moment before speaking.

"Your story is very sad, but is it too unrealistic for me to risk my life and attack a foundation-building family just based on your words?"

"Even if what you said is true, I don't have the courage to fight against a family of immortal cultivators that I know nothing about."

Song Wen's words seemed to be a shirking of refusal, but in fact they were testing. He wanted to try to get some detailed information about the immortal cultivator from the skinny cultivator.