C10 Little Ghost Market

In the afternoon, there were very few customers. Yang Bo read his book and took some time to rest. He woke up too early in the morning, and when he used his superpower, he also needed to consume a certain amount of energy. In addition, he had been in a bad mood for the entire day, so it was inevitable that he would feel mentally exhausted.

As he read his book, he actually fell asleep slowly. When he woke up, it was already dark. There was no one in the shop, but luckily there were no customers. Yang Bo looked around and found that there were no missing items. He went out to buy dinner, and soon, he went to bed.

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In the early morning, the sky was pitch black. Yang Bo crawled up again. Because the Ghost Market had already begun, in fact, the Ghost Market was not open every day. It was only open every six days of the lunar calendar, which meant that there were only three days of Ghost Market every month. However, it was still a business, and there were still a small number of second-hand traffickers who formed the Ghost Market to avoid being caught by the city guards during the day. This was a business that happened every day.

The Ghost Market was small in scale, and there were many fake goods. Yang Bo knew very well that it was an opportunity, and he would not let it go!

He walked past one stall after another. The effect of following Curator Qu the previous day was not bad, but it was very difficult to meet famous people in the Ghost Market. Furthermore, the things that he encountered yesterday were not very pleasant. Yang Bo gave up on following them.

The items in the Ghost Market were mostly small toys. Yang Bo even saw someone take a bag of snake skin and buy half a bag of Rain Flower Stones. These Rain Flower Stones were sold in tourist attractions, and they were not worth much. They were worth five or ten yuan. However, for the cost of a few yuan per jin, this kind of selling method was profitable.

The bricks of the city wall also appeared on the stall. However, Yang Bo quickly discovered that these bricks were all fake. If they were real, then the police would appear very soon.

Yang Bo searched for a long time and flipped through a lot of items. He even felt faint in front of him, but he still did not find anything. This made him a little anxious. He was even more eager to get the eight hundred and fifty thousand yuan. This was his hope!

However, things were not as smooth as Yang Bo had imagined. Even after he found the last stall, he still did not find any valuable items. This made him extremely disappointed.

On the way back, Yang Bo's head was dizzy. When he passed by Juya Hall, he noticed that Juya Hall was not open. He really did not notice it. Perhaps Juya Hall would only open on the opening day of the Ghost Market.

It had been two years since he came to Jinling. Because of the low salary, or perhaps because Yang Bo was not a very active person, he did not go out to play. Now that he wanted to find another Ghost Market, he felt lost. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered a place with an Antique Market, the Teacher Temple!

The Teacher Temple was not far from the Heavenly Palace. Yang Bo turned around and called a stall owner. He asked, "Is there an Antique Market over there?"

"Yes, of course there is. There is a flower and bird market over there!" The stall owner's business was not good, and his answer was also dispirited.

"Then is there a Ghost Market?" Yang Bo became spirited.

"Ghost Market?" The stall owner snorted lightly, "Of course there is. The market over there is much bigger than this one!"

"Big brother, how do I get there?" Yang Bo did not notice the other party's expression and asked urgently.

"Oh, go from the intersection in front to the third red and green light to the left …"

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Following the direction that the stall owner gave him, Yang Bo started to run. He had always lived in an antique shop and did not have any means of transportation. Of course, he was reluctant to spend half a day's worth of money to take a taxi. He could only rely on his legs to run. Fortunately, according to the stall owner, the distance was not far.

Yang Bo had been exercising every morning, but recently, due to his lifestyle, he had fallen behind in his exercise. Running was not strenuous.

After running for more than 20 minutes, Yang Bo could not see the Teacher Temple. Yang Bo could not help but become anxious. It was night time and there were no pedestrians on the road. He comforted himself that he was about to arrive and ran down.

After another ten minutes, Yang Bo asked a passerby and finally found the Teacher Temple. At this time, the sky was already bright.

Yang Bo walked around the Teacher Temple and finally found a stall selling pancakes. He ran over and asked, "Hello, isn't there a Ghost Market over here? Why can't I find it?"

"Ghost Market? What is the Ghost Market? Where is the ghost? "

Yang Bo was startled for a moment, "It's the place where you sell antiques at night!"

"Oh, I don't think so. But this night market is very lively. There is an antique street inside, and it opens until one or two in the evening. It can be considered as a Ghost Market, right? "

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Yang Bo was hungry and thirsty. He bought pancakes and soy milk, and as he ate, he wandered around the Teacher Temple.

In the morning, only the breakfast shop opened. The business atmosphere in the Teacher Temple was thick, and it was not as ancient as he had imagined. The shops were lined up, and the modern clothing brands immediately made Yang Bo lose interest.

Yang Bo finally found Antique City on the View Garden Road, but it was too early, and the Antique City had not opened yet. He probably didn't have time to wait.

Passing through the View Garden Road, there were many antique shops on both sides. Just as he was about to leave, Yang Bo actually saw a stall!

Squatting in front of the stall, Yang Bo looked at the few artifacts in front of him. The Tianhuang Stone seal was a new item, so Yang Bo chose to give up on it. His energy was limited, and he could feel that because he had used too much energy previously, he would only be able to use his superpower once!

The bright yellow porcelain bowl had an overly bright luster, and the fire was still there. Yang Bo also gave up on it.

The remaining items were all mixed up, and Yang Bo did not pay too much attention to them. His gaze finally gathered on a bronze Pattern Cup. This was the most ordinary item, but Yang Bo had a strong premonition.

A bright light appeared in front of him, and the halo gradually formed. The unprecedentedly thick halo appeared in front of Yang Bo's eyes, causing him to be unable to help but be surprised.

Yang Bo pointed at the Pattern Cup, "How much is this one?"

The stall owner, who was wrapped in a large grey coat, raised his head and looked at Yang Bo, "Fifty!"

Yang Bo did not bargain. He took out his money and took the Pattern Cup. After all this night, he had finally made a profit!

The Pattern Cup was wrapped in a layer of green rust, but luckily, it was still in good condition. According to Yang Bo's estimation, it should be from the Shang and Zhou period, but it was difficult to determine the exact date.

However, even if he could buy this Pattern Cup, Yang Bo was not too excited, because the bronze market in the country was not large. The restrictions on the trading of ancient bronze artifacts in the country made many people unwilling to collect bronze artifacts, so the price had always been low.

Even so, it was still a little exciting for Yang Bo to be able to buy this Pattern Cup. The fact that he had gained something made him confident that he could persevere!

When he went back, Yang Bo took a taxi. He really couldn't walk anymore …

Chapter 29 – The Way of the Gods