Chapter 291

The eastern suburb night market is a mysterious market. The entrance is hard to find. You can enter it only through the invitation of the night market merchants.

Strange to say, on the 15th day of the lunar new year, a thick layer of mist rises in the eastern suburbs, which seems to be a cover for the night market. No wonder the night market is so evil. Without the protection of this layer of fog, I'm afraid it would have been ruined by the government.

Su Miaomiao's eyesight has always been good. According to her observation, the place she's staying at is the entrance of the night market. If there's a night market, she'll pass by. Anyway, as long as she has the token of the night market, she can be invited to enter the night market and look for opportunities here. It's not too late to wait for someone to come.

Almost all the people who enter the night market are covered, and they don't seem willing to show their true face. Su Miaomiao squats there, and sees a thin man passing by. She gets up and is about to pass by. She suddenly feels that she is patted on her shoulder. She turns back vigilantly, but sees a man in black squatting on her opposite side, with half a black mask.

"If you want to come to the night market, don't tell me in advance. Here you are." Bai Ziyan passes the things in his hand.

It's a half mask and a sign with a snake tattoo.

"It's me!" Bai Ziyan reaches out to take off his mask and raises his mouth to Su Miaomiao.

Su Miaomiao took the mask handed over by Bai Ziyan and put it on, but he didn't ask him what he was going to do.

They got up from the place where they were crouching and walked into the fog of the night market when no one noticed.

I don't know what the wrong material is used to make the snake pattern on the sign. It shines in the fog that even people can't see clearly. With the number of signs in the fog getting fewer and fewer, Su Miaomiao knows that those people should have been taken to the entrance of the night market by now.

All they have to do is wait.

In the thick fog, a man with a lantern was rapidly approaching them, stopping three steps away from Su Miaomiao.

"You two, please follow me!" As soon as the words fell, the lantern drifted away like a ghost.

The person who led them seemed to be an old man. His voice was very hoarse. In the thick fog, Su Miaomiao could hardly see what color of clothes he was wearing. He only knew that when he got to a place and heard a creak, a light came out in front of him. It was the entrance of the night market.

Unexpectedly, in the thick fog, there is such a place. Su Miaomiao and Bai Ziyan entered the night market together with him. When he looked back at the old man who led them, he found that the man had disappeared.

Forget it, it's important to get down to business first. The night market is really busy, and all the things sold are not available in the market.

There are ornaments carved with human bones, as well as tombs excavated from ancient tombs of different dynasties. There are various kinds of poisonous insects and herbs, as well as peerless beauties from foreign countries.

All these are valuable, but Su Miaomiao is not interested in them at all.

With the movement of her eyes, she found a place where slaves were bought and sold. More than a dozen slaves were locked in cages, howling and crying in pain.

Wearing a black mask and a black cloak, the slave seller saw Su Miaomiao and Bai Ziyan standing in front of the stall and went forward to ask.

"I wonder if you are interested in choosing a slave? These slaves are absolutely worth the money. These people are all from the dead. No matter they are taken back to be a nursing home or a private bodyguard, you will be absolutely satisfied. " Then the shopkeeper opened the iron cage and pulled out a slave.

All of these slaves are wearing lute bones. Even so, when the shopkeeper pulled the slaves out, it took a lot of effort, and the shopkeeper's strength was also great. Otherwise, he really couldn't control these slaves.

Su Miaomiao was worried that she would not be able to communicate with them. Looking at the slaves, she was afraid that they were local people in Dashun. Besides, she came to the night market to find someone to protect the safety of her family, so she had to be careful when choosing.

The shopkeeper saw that the other side didn't speak, so he sent the slave in and pulled another slave out: "how about this? Although he is so thin and small, he can't even catch up with a leopard. Why don't you take him back? "

"Let's look elsewhere." Buying slaves is not a trivial matter. This time, Su Miaomiao came to the night market just to take a chance. As for whether she can buy the right one, it depends on her luck.

When the shopkeeper saw that the visitor didn't want to buy it, he sent the slave into the cage and locked it. His voice was like a thin layer of ice: "stand aside, don't affect my business."

It's the night market manager who dares to be so arrogant, but the whole Dashun, even if it doesn't open for half a year, I'm afraid the night market is the only one.

Su Miaomiao and Bai Ziyan leave the slave stand, suddenly attracted by the cry not far away.

It seemed to be a platform surrounded by iron fences. There were a group of people around the platform. Those people were shouting at the people on the platform crazily with things in their hands. Su Miaomiao recognized it. It didn't look like silver tickets. It seemed to be tickets from the casino.

"Iron wolf, hit him! Hit him! Kill him

"Shanliu, if you let me lose money this time, I have to break your other arm as well!"

"Fight, fight, kill him!"

Su Miaomiao's steps could not help walking towards the platform.

Through the crowd, Su Miaomiao sees that there are two people on the stage waving their fists in a serious hand-to-hand fight. The man with the broken arm is badly beaten. Is he the mountain stream that the onlookers scold? It's really strange that this mountain stream's body looks very neat, but he always takes half a beat too late at the critical moment and gets the wrong punch. Did he intentionally lose the game?

Looking at the gambling tickets in these people's hands, Su Miaomiao is not surprised. Playing black boxing is nothing new. I'm afraid that shanliu's defeat was deliberately arranged by the casino owner.

Finally, with a heavy fist of iron fist, shanliu fell down. In the face of him who could no longer stand up, there was another curse under the stage.

After the casino manager announced the end of the game, many people rushed to the stage and punched and kicked the mountain stream. They didn't leave until they were relieved.

When all the crowd dispersed, shanliu got up as if nothing had happened, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked down the stage. His steady pace didn't look like he had been punched a lot.

Su Miaomiao concluded that shanliu was a master, and he was reduced to playing black boxing in the night market for some reason. However, it seems that he should have a story.