This trip to the Ghost Market was marked by the disappearance of the black-tongue old ghost.

Afterward, the Daoist Soldier, with the help of the Tray Ghost, sold half of a ceramic pot of Forgetfulness Soup, and during this time, they acquired eleven Life Spirit Crystals.

Additionally, they received a total of [8123] likes.

And yet, only half an hour had passed in the world.

The Forgetfulness Soup in the ceramic pot was not even completely sold out. The Daoist Soldier made a remote gesture and took away the burning small furnace and Forgetfulness Soup.

Then, he crossed the Netherworld with the Tray Ghost in an instant and vanished from the Ghost Market.

Within the Ghost Market, there were still ghostly figures shouting, "I also want a bowl, my family is willing to pay a hundred taels of ghost silver... eh, what's going on, where's the ghost?"

The Daoist Soldier and the Tray Ghost disappeared into thin air just like that.

This frightened several old and young ghosts among those shouting.

Ghost frightening ghost, it seems even scarier than ghost frightening human.

The crowd of ghosts was silent for a moment, a scene both thrilling and shocking.

Yet almost no ghost noticed that at the moment the Daoist Soldier and Tray Ghost disappeared, the black-tongue old ghost, who had been nowhere to be seen, somehow reappeared among the ghosts.

That old ghost's pitch-black tongue lay on the ground, like a waterfall.

His ghostly blue eyes silently looked toward the direction the Daoist Soldier disappeared, and the waterfall on his tongue silently snaked.

Like a black stream, it flowed across the equally dark ground of the Ghost Market, silently and surreptitiously passing over the ghostly feet of the ghosts, whether real or spectral, finally lingering where the Daoist Soldier disappeared.

Then, after a moment, the black-tongue old ghost suddenly showed a surprising expression as if electrocuted.

His ghostly face twisted, and the long tongue stream rolled back like a waterfall reversing, suddenly striking his face.

The black-tongue old ghost immediately cried out in pain.

This cry of pain immediately attracted the attention of the nearby ghosts.

Some ghostly figures couldn't help but shout, "Black-tongue old ghost, why are you back again? What, still want to tell your Lady Xie's story?

To us now, this Lady Xie's story doesn't seem so special.

You're all talk, merely telling a somewhat twisted tale, why insist it's like irrefutable evidence, claiming it's about refining a dragon?

We don't believe it!"

The black-tongue old ghost continued to cry out in pain, unable to respond to the doubts of the surrounding ghosts.

Yet he covered his face with his hands, but on that wrinkled, dark countenance, a ghostly vertical fissure appeared!

The fissure was too wide and too deep; he couldn't cover it with his hands.

There was again a steady drip of ghost blood, and the black-tongue old ghost let out a loud "Ah," turned his head, and charged out from the crowd of ghosts.

The ghosts became even more excited, some ghosts wanted to pursue and strike, determined to make the black-tongue old ghost admit his nonsense, to take away his longevity in the underworld.

Yet the black-tongue old ghost's figure weaved through the group of ghosts from east to west, but after just a moment, he vanished from sight.

"Alas!"

"That old ghost, ran away so fast, hateful!"

The crowd of ghosts stomped their feet but could do nothing about it.

What happened later in the Ghost Market indeed remained unknown to the Chen Xu who had left.

However, even though he was unaware of subsequent events in the Ghost Market, he distinctly sensed that at a certain moment, it seemed as though some dark force was watching him from afar!

Fortunately, "Tribulation Mirror" is a passive Divine Power.

Since it exists, it guards Chen Xu constantly.

At the moment that dark force emerged, the Tribulation Mirror proactively activated.

In just an instant, that indescribable weird force vanished without a trace.

And Chen Xu himself was not affected at all.

The Tribulation Mirror is both tangible and intangible, infinitely marvelous.

If not for Chen Xu's keen perception and increasingly expert use of the Tribulation Mirror, he might not sense the so-called existence of "observing."

Chen Xu frowned slightly.

By that time, the Daoist Soldier had already been retrieved by him.

The Tray Ghost still lingered at Chen Xu's feet, reluctant to leave.

"Master, I truly can't bear to part with you! You could just let me stay behind. I've recently diligently practiced transformation techniques; I promise even if I stay by your side, I won't show myself.

It will absolutely not trouble you nor cause you problems in front of others.

Master, I am a little ghost from the Netherworld, you are the moon above the Yellow Springs River.

If I cannot bask in your radiance, cannot constantly hear your teachings, what meaning is there in my ghostly life?

I-I-I... boo hoo hoo!"

The Tray Ghost was dramatic, a voice full of emotion and tears.

Indeed, it played its skill of clever speech to the fullest, almost yearning to grow another ten pairs of hands to express its admiration and reluctance towards "Master" Chen Xu.

Its cries hadn't ceased, when suddenly a ceramic pot flew over.

It turned out Chen Xu had gestures, and in the darkness, the remaining half-pot of Forgetfulness Soup poured all at once into the Tray Ghost's mouth like a rushing stream.

The Tray Ghost: "..."

Cough, cough, cough!

No, cannot cough.

The Tray Ghost hurriedly opened its mouth wider, and managed to gulp down the remaining half-pot of Forgetfulness Soup in one go.

Beside it, the belly of a short ghost rumbled loudly.

As if a stream had entered a valley, it gurgled and gurgled, feeling immensely full.

After drinking the Forgetfulness Soup, the Tray Ghost's entire tray-like body spun around.

It was enchanted, delighted, forgetting all troubles.

[Forgetfulness Soup: Extremely delicious, ghosts can consume. It can distract them from worries for half-hour, then hostility diminishes and the ghostly heart is calmed.

After drinking this soup, Ghost Qi becomes refined, ghost soul rotation accelerates, ghost power growth rate doubles within three days.]

The Forgetfulness Soup, enriched with Netherworld Essence and Hundred Evils Fruit Powder, is the ultimate delight for all the ghostly beings of the world.

Though the Tray Ghost was flattering too excessively, this loyal ghost is willing to handle anything concerning Chen Xu diligently.

Since it's a ghost he raised himself, Chen Xu certainly wouldn't treat it poorly.

He extended his hand and lightly tapped on the Tray Ghost's tray.

The tray emitted a crisp "dong dong dong" sound.

The Tray Ghost giddily laughed, "Hehehe, Master, you tapping this, it truly feels like... enlightenment!"

See, this is professional attitude.

Even after drinking the Forgetfulness Soup, when Chen Xu taps it, it still praises the tap.

Chen Xu asked, "In the Ghost Market, what the black-tongue old ghost said, how much is true and how much is false, can you discern?"

Though the Tray Ghost had drunk the Forgetfulness Soup, its intelligence didn't decrease.

On the contrary, because of the Forgetfulness Soup's blessings, its mind was even clearer, as if it were flying freely in the world.

It swayed and said, "Master, according to me, what the black-tongue old ghost said is half-trustworthy, and the other half full of flaws."

Chen Xu asked, "In the Ghost Market, what the black-tongue old ghost said, how much is true and how much is false, can you discern?"

Though the Tray Ghost had drunk the Forgetfulness Soup, its intelligence didn't decrease.

On the contrary, because of the Forgetfulness Soup's blessings, its mind was even clearer, as if it were flying freely in the world.

It swayed and said, "Master, according to me, what the black-tongue old ghost said is half-trustworthy, and the other half full of flaws."

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