Midnight.
Jiang Qiao arrived at the "Huangquan Auction House" as planned and successfully entered the venue.
Perhaps it's because those who can enter this carriage are basically people of high status... Well, Jiang Qiao saw a woman with a great figure but no head walking in arm in arm with a man whose face was as smooth as an egg.
In short, everyone has a status, so although there were several female ghosts greeting guests at the door, there was no scene of verification of funds or identity checks as often seen in novels.
You can simply measure your ticket and enter.
"That's more like it. Guests are guests, do you think I'm short of your money?"
Jiang Qiao nodded in satisfaction.
Because he really needed the money.
"This way, esteemed guest—"
Led by a paper figure, Jiang Qiao found a seat on the side and sat down.
From the outside, the "Huangquan Auction House" looks like a palace and appears extremely luxurious.
However, once inside, Jiang Qiao found the place to be very dark. The decor was also old and worn, with mold growing in many places.
Upon entering the venue, he found himself surrounded by complete darkness, unable to even count his fingers. Only a few lanterns hung on the front display platform, emitting a red glow.
"This place is truly the underworld, but it also fits the style of the supernatural world."
"After wandering around the plaza outside, I almost forgot I was still on the ghost train."
After Jiang Qiao settled down, he glanced around.
At this moment, the hall was deathly silent, with a few figures sitting sparsely on the chairs, but they were all motionless.
Because the light was too dim, Jiang Qiao couldn't tell whether they were human or ghosts. They didn't talk to each other at all, and if it weren't for the eerie aura he sensed, he would have thought he was the only one there.
Since everyone is keeping quiet, he won't deliberately cause any disturbance.
So he simply sat quietly in his seat, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the auction to begin.
About half an hour later.
More people gradually entered, but the hall still seemed rather empty, not even a quarter of the seats were filled.
"It was supposed to start at twelve o'clock, has something gone wrong?"
Just as Jiang Qiao was feeling a bit puzzled, a strange bell sound suddenly rang out.
at the same time.
On the stage in front, the light from the red lanterns suddenly intensified, turning a deep, viscous crimson that then spread across the entire stage like flowing blood.
A fish faint smell wafted through the air, making Jiang Qiao touch his nose slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Has it started?
He squinted and saw a masked man dressed entirely in white walking up from the side of the stage.
The appearance of this person finally caused some commotion among the previously wooden figures in the venue, who seemed quite excited and thrilled.
"Welcome to the monthly Underworld Auction."
An old, hoarse voice rang out from the masked man dressed in mourning clothes, unhurried yet reaching the ears of everyone present.
"That voice... is it human?"
Jiang Qiao frowned slightly and began to observe carefully.
It looked perfectly normal, without a trace of ghostly aura. It was dressed in pure white mourning clothes, and although its face was covered, one could still sense a refined and scholarly air about it.
This is quite out of place with the eerie aura of most vengeful ghosts.
Most importantly, although this person's strength was not apparent, a strange aura emanated from him when he spoke.
"However, his blood and energy seem somewhat depleted. Could it be due to his advanced age?"
"There really is a connection between humans and vengeful ghosts."
"But I really didn't expect to work directly for a vengeful ghost."
Just as Jiang Qiao was pondering, the host on stage gave a brief self-introduction, and then the auction officially began.
"The efficiency is quite high, without a single wasted word."
Jiang Qiao sighed.
soon.
A graceful female ghost dressed in a white gauze dress walked up carrying a tray containing a rusty bronze gong.
The masked man immediately began his introduction:
"This is an ancient bronze gong that has been passed down from the Evil God Village. It is said to have been found in the mysterious Changyang Mountain."
"As everyone knows, a great battle is suspected to have taken place in Changyang Mountain. Strange things are found there from time to time, but these things cannot be brought out."
"Anyone who dares to take anything from Changyang Mountain, not even a single blade of grass or tree, will ultimately be cursed."
As soon as the masked man finished speaking, some people in the audience became impatient.
"You old devil, you're just spouting nonsense."
"If it's really that sinister, why were the people from the Evil God Village able to take it away? Not only did they take it away, but they also put it at this auction!"
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"Exactly, if there's really something wrong with this gong, why aren't you dead yet, given how close you were?"
A figure sitting in the audience shouted loudly, his voice sharp and unpleasant.
One of its companions immediately chimed in agreement.
Clearly, they scoffed at the masked man's words.
The masked man smiled slightly and said:
"Guests, please maintain order in the venue and refrain from speaking loudly."
However, the words had barely left his mouth.
The man who spoke first stood up and said:
"What do you mean by 'don't speak loudly'? I'm just exposing your lie."
"What, you Huangquan Auction House can't just make up stories, you have to cover up other people's mouths too?"
His tone was sarcastic, without the slightest hint of restraint.
"Is this person deliberately causing trouble?"
Jiang Qiao was slightly surprised when he saw his appearance.
Indeed, he discovered that this man was also human, and not very old, at most in his twenties.
Logically speaking.
Someone of that age must have some connections to be allowed into the VIP carriage; they shouldn't be making a scene in such a setting.
After all, this is reality, not a novel; it's not easy to encounter a brainless idiot.
"He only has the strength of the third tier, and his aura is extremely unstable..."
Jiang Qiao observed carefully for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
"That's interesting."
With the venue disrupted, the auction was clearly on the verge of ending.
The masked man didn't speak again, but just glanced at a corner of the audience.
"Um?"
Jiang Qiao followed the masked man's gaze and was immediately taken aback.
"Is this a sixth-tier vengeful ghost?"
In his field of vision, a strange and vengeful ghost, at least three meters tall but as thin as a bamboo pole, floated out from the corner.
It was wrapped in blood-red bandages and held a rusty iron chain in its hand. As it moved, blood seeped from its body and dripped onto the ground.
And from within this strange blood, faint screams could be heard!
"Is this a vengeful ghost that's there to maintain order at the event?"
Jiang Qiao stared intently at the vengeful ghost, watching it float to the two figures who had just spoken without touching the ground.
"Guests, please follow the rules and refrain from shouting."
The bandaged ghost's voice was very calm, without even a hint of gloom.
However, Jiang Qiao instinctively sensed a sense of danger.
"The fact that the Yellow Springs Auction House dares to open in the VIP compartment of the Ghost Train, and even occupies a special location, shows that it must have some tricks up its sleeve."
"If a security guard has sixth-level strength, then what kind of person is the boss behind him?"
Jiang Qiao watched silently, his gaze somewhat profound.
"none of your business!"
"What, can't I speak now?"
"You need to get this straight, you're the ones who invited me here. We're the guests, you're just providing services!"
The vengeful ghost was still howling, its voice very loud.
"And I advise you to go back to where you came from. Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"
It poked the bandaged ghost's chest with its hand, its tone full of confidence.
Its companion sitting next to it also chimed in to support it:
"There are many rules on the ghost train, but those don't include the VIP carriages. In the VIP carriages, as long as you have money, the customer is a god!"
"My brother's family has no shortage of money."
Do you understand?
"Don't think you're so great just because you're strong. In front of us, you're not even as good as a dog!"
After saying that, it imitated its companion, reaching out to pat the bandaged ghost's face, displaying a very arrogant attitude.
In an instant.
Everyone in the hall looked at the two men.
Whether they were ghosts or humans, their eyes held a strange glint.
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