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After sunset, it gets dark very quickly, and the broken and crooked ship appears lights. From the first one or two fluorescent lights to the night market, it only takes a moment, and after dark, the broken ship seems to become a lively place, and evil spirits and even monks have come out of nowhere. Ordinary people gather towards the broken ship.

Rain frowned.

"During the day, lurking into the night, we have encountered a black market, right?"

The only thing that doesn't change is the bottom of the world that is numb and waiting to die. No matter people, ghosts or demons, they wait numbly and numbly. Maybe they don't know what they are waiting for.

Feng Ying looked at the wasteland outside and then inside the boat.

"Go in and take a look. We robbed a lot of property and sold the useless junk for something usable."

"Wait a minute, it's inconvenient to carry weapons that are too long."

The long spear was quickly disassembled in three or two rains, and it was disassembled into three pieces to be put into the bag. The narrow environment in the big ship was not suitable for long weapons, and only two daggers were left for use at any time.

After cleaning up, the two stepped into the hole in the giant ship, thinking about finding someone to ask about the ghost market.

There is another cave in the boat, and I haven't walked a few steps inside.

Something flew out of a cabin with a strong smell of alcohol, the lantern at the door slammed, and the gray plush figure was thrown out and rolled twice, and fell into the piles of homeless people waiting to die on the opposite side of the door, indulging in the squatting corner. The ghost sucking incense was startled.

"How dare you cheat and drink without money! Breaking two ribs will teach you a lesson!"

The brawny man with chest hair who came out from the door scolded and spat at the motionless figure lying on the ground.

Glancing at the two new women, he shook his head and turned back to the house.

Feng Ying instinctively clenched the knife. The cabin with the wine flag was supposed to be a pub. The things thrown out didn't look like a human being. He was less than five feet tall, covered in gray hair with a few white patches of alopecia areata, and wore a dirty dress. Shorts, and a thin tail.

The paralyzed monster snorted twice, struggled drunkenly and staggered back, only to see it when he turned around.

It's a mouse head...

Feng Ying and Yu are a little confused, what is the situation?

The drunk rat sat up with his arms propped up, pushed away the refugees beside him, and spit at the tavern with his hands on his chest.

"Bah~! It's a fox and a tiger's mighty thing, pretending to be something, I don't have the same knowledge as you, hic~ It's like being beaten by my grandson."

Suddenly, his face was ugly and he opened his mouth.

"vomit…"

The ugly and smelly rat vomited, the smell of wine mixed with some kind of food, and even the filth got on the thin tail, he didn't care, he snorted twice, wiped his mouth with his paws, and used the self-spirit victory method skillfully. times.

Squirming hard and squeezing into the pile of refugees, the rat spirits and the numb humans slept next to each other.

"…"

Feng Ying pondered for a while and didn't know how to describe it.

"It's really... chic in here."

Yu Wenyan was deeply sighed and opened his eyes today.

"The troubled times are in turmoil, why should they be divided into different races at the bottom, and the same hardships."

Avoiding the filth that was vomited by the rat sperm, the two of them continued to walk forward. When passing by the tavern, they glanced inside, very noisy.

Those who slapped the table and yelled and scolded, pretended to be high-level alone in the corner, and cried and screamed while holding a jar of wine.

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The real ghost cry and wolf howl, some kind of yin wine brewed with wicker and other materials, the ghost is probably the scary man who cried when he remembered the sad things in his life, the monster with the head of the wolf raised his head and screamed, and the human monk next to him pointed at the ghost. Cursing, disgusting, crying, unpleasant, messy and noisy.

At the door, you can feel the heat coming from the inside, the sour smell of all kinds of creatures mixed with the smell of turbid wine, and the pungent smoke from the burning of inferior candles.

Not far from the tavern should be the gambling hall. Humans, demons, and ghosts are screaming wildly at the gambling table.

Unexpectedly, there are still three desolate gods who have lost their priesthood, and they will be furious when they lose money.

The stage next door is gloomy, smeared with big red face albumen, the eyes are ghosts, Yiyi, the stage is cut out of paper, but the people who beat the gongs and drums are serious living people. There is no need for gold and silver, just burn some paper money if you want to watch a play, and you can sing better than living people, very authentic.

The two who watched were emotional.

The immortal world and the people of all parties in the human world have their brains turned into dog brains, but the leftovers at the bottom have thought about it and realized it.

The bizarre scene inside the boat is easy to confuse the lake, and the seemingly chaotic reality has other rules.

In the big ship, there are mixed creatures, but there is no demon.

Maybe the monsters and ghosts also know that the demons have abnormal brains.

Keep going.

Passing through the dark passage to a place that may be a warehouse, it is very high and spacious. The soles of the feet are the bottom of the boat and the top of the head is the deck. Because the hull is skewed, it is awkward to stand. Looking around from the high place, you can see that the inside of the boat is divided into layers, like Great Colosseum.

Countless lanterns hung from the messy ropes overhead, which illuminated the cabin as bright as day, and the black smoke from the candles smoked the top deck black.

There are many human monsters and ghosts in the square, bustling, cheering around the iron cage.

What they saw and heard continued to refresh their cognition, and the two girls felt like they had entered the city, and everything they saw was fresh.

The Colosseum erupted in cheers, and Yu smiled at the familiar scene.

"It must be a fighting arena. I have punched in the underground crack black market before. It was very fun."

Hearing this, Feng Ying looked at the rain with questioning eyes.

Rain touched his nose awkwardly.

"Uh, you know I have amnesia, I just remembered some fragments."

"It doesn't matter, one day I can restore my memory."

Feng Ying had nothing to do with Yu's amnesia, but to leave everything to time.

The two of them were going to find a restaurant to fill their stomachs, and walked around the square from the crowd. When they were looking for a restaurant, they were stunned again. Even if there were monsters and ghosts in the black market, they could actually see a monk...

The white-bearded old monk has kind eyes and kind eyes. He has many patches on his robe, and his cloth shoes show his toes. He is very thin, and his hands are rough and covered with thick calluses.

In front of the old monk is a young monk, and there is a little boy with a knife in a ponytail, followed by a strong man with a long face.

On the little monk's shoulder is a fat white bug.

The strange combination is out of tune with the surrounding environment, and it is estimated that it is too normal like Feng Ying.

The long-faced strong man felt something, and Feng Ying saw his body trembling slightly, and then called the old monk and the two children to look this way.

The little monk's eyes lit up, and he ran over here.

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"Sister Bai~!"

Little Stone Pidianpidian ran to Yu, stopped and looked puzzled, scratched his bald head and looked back at the old monk.

The mysterious gang surrounded Feng Ying and Yu, the boy with the knife looked blank, the worm on the little monk's shoulder erected half his body and stared hard, the long-faced strong man frowned and pinched his chin all the way, only the old monk remained kind and kind.

"It's really similar, it looks very similar, it shouldn't have anything to do with that one."

The long-faced strong man said seriously.

The little monk nodded in agreement.

"The world is so big that there are too many people with similar looks."

Feng Ying clenched the handle of the knife silently, the old monks were too mysterious, the young monks and boys were very strong, but the long face was stronger than all the fairies and monsters he had ever seen before, as if it contained a monstrous wave, like the fire and magma that could erupt at any time. , only the old monk looks unremarkable and not dangerous.

The kind-hearted old monk folded his hands together.

"Good, poor monk Huixian."