The city is cleverly designed, with thirteen entrances distributed throughout the newly locked city, each entrance leading to the two realms.

The extremely long corridor that Li Buzhuo walked through first was nicknamed "the way of the world". There is also a saying in the downtown that "Don't enter the way of the world without money" circulated.

Seeing Sanjin shrinking his head and his head, Li Buzhuo put his hands on her back, so that she could feel a little safe: "I'm clamoring for coming, why are you afraid again?"

Sanjin shook his head and showed off his strength, but his trembling calves betrayed her.

Li Buzhuo leaned into her ear and said, "Until the Ghost Festival, the city and the ghost market are not connected. The so-called 'the city is full of demons and monsters everywhere' is actually a rumor that the owner deliberately sent people to spread to others in order to make people feel awe. To be honest, the laws formulated for city transactions in the "Celestial Palace" are revised almost every year, which shows that this place is the lifeline of a state's tax revenue, and the public security is better than that of the upper city. If you don't say that you don't pick up the remains, at least no one dares to make trouble here."

Sanjin took a long time to put it on: "It's weird, it's scary..."

Li Buzhuo patted her on the shoulder: "No, those sellers are staring at the people entering the customs. Some people are shrunk their heads and see that they are the new and tender fat sheep that are coming back to the city. They are just slaughtered. Keep up, it's time to go in."

Three Jins said with a loud noise, hurriedly followed Li Buzhuo's steps, tightened his purse, and no longer thought about whether he was afraid or not.

Li Buzhuo went to the sign at the entrance of the city.

After fourteen years of expansion, the city is very large. The aerial view is a tree wheel, from the outside to the inside, divided into six rings: Yang, You, Zhou, Jue, Yin, and Ming.

Yanghuan will never close the market. Youhuan will open every seven days, Zhouhuan will open every month, and the desolate will open every quarter. When it comes to Fuli Ghost Festival, five rings, including Yinhuan, will open. As for the Minghuan, there is no precedent for opening the market so far.

There are groups of shops on both sides of the Yanghuan, with banners and flags standing on each other, and a city is filled with a hundred miles away.

Li Buzhuo looked up at the dome, and the empty lights floating in the air were like a river of light.

The waning moon hidden by the cold fog among the dead branches with its teeth and claws was fabricated by the saint of the Heavenly Palace using the two techniques of "taking the moon" and "generating light" among the seventy-two magical powers of the earth evil.

Today, the Seokhuan has not opened, and you can actually find old books in the Yanghuan, but Li Buzhuo is not ready to buy books.

Although he had the ten gold coins given by Bai Yi, he had no other money for the time being, so he used a little less money.

He just needs to spend a small amount of money to buy some gifts to send to the book teacher, and he will make things difficult for no reason.

Giving money is easier, but it is inappropriate to bribe it.

In the Yanghuan of the city, there was a bustling crowd of people and flocking to each other. Li Buzhuo bumped into it like a headless fly. At this time, there was a commotion in the street and the crowd separated.

Eight wild kids carried a gambler train and drove across the street in a fierce manner. The people in the car looked around, as if they were looking for something.

After a moment, the wild baby stroller left.

Li Buzhuo watched the train go away. People had to reach the level of a master to refine their qi before the Yin God could appear. Ghosts and monsters had to transform into entities and could also have a hundred years of practice.

The ones sitting in this car must be from the Qi Refining Family.

"Public losers are usually low-key, so why are they rushing around today?"

"I heard that some of the losers of the public are missing."

Others had different opinions and Li Buzhuo listened for a while before leaving.

After walking along the street for half a cup of tea, I saw a shop selling four treasures of the study. Li Buzhuo bought two pieces of pine and smoke ink, two small wolf hair brushes, fifty feet of cut hemp paper, and one stone inkstone for his own use.

I spent eight silver zhu to buy a hand-rolled medicinal ink painted with a picture of spine, and a stone badger brush. I found a dyeing workshop, spent five silver zhu to buy five-foot interwoven silk and three-foot snow satin to give gifts.

When he first entered Youzhou, Li Buzhuo had two silver turtles and ten silver turtles. The expenses over the past few days, plus the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and gifts he bought now, had already spent two silver turtles and nine silver turtles. If Bai Yi had not supported ten gold turtles, he would have been penniless now.

Sanjin looked around, not wanting to see that he was the first local bun that came in, but he often couldn't help but whisper.

Li Buzhuo had already bought a gift, so he simply let go of Sanjin and visited the prefecture.

Sanjin has lived in the wind and sand of the border for a long time, and her face is dry and red. She looks at the rouge and water powder from time to time, but she is embarrassed to stand with those Middle-earth women with delicate and watery skin.

Li Buzhuo asked her to go to the shop she had just passed by to buy two taels of ginger candy. When she came back from three pounds, Li Buzhuo handed over the horse oil and snowflake face cream contained in the exquisite glaze porcelain cup.

Sanjin was excited and complained that Li Buzhuo was so generous when he had just had some money, but he was fiddling with the little porcelain cup and couldn't let go of it.

After buying some daily necessities, Li Buzhuo found that Sanjin was very interested in the creation of the mechanism. Whenever a mechanism puppet appeared, he would stare at it intently.

There is a store selling puppets in Yanghuan. Li Buzhuo originally wanted to buy a Yanshi doll for three jin, but after looking at the price of the lowest four gold baht, he put the idea aside. The money was enough to buy a set of paths to hide. Suddenly, he remembered the actor who had three dolls on the Hundred Ghosts' Dragon Boat, and turned out to be a rich man who was not showing off.

There are stalls on the street selling all kinds of small mechanical puppets, human figures, strange beasts, chariots, horses, fish and birds... all of which are insignificant and cannot move. They can only be used as decorations when bought.

Li Buzhuo and Sanjin squatted at the stall and watched. These mechanical puppets were mainly made of wood, and used mortise and tenon and machine-pulling techniques to form a skeleton, and added animal glue, resin, and metal and stone to help fill the "flesh". As for the key to making the mechanical puppets "live", it is related to "qi", which is the secret of mechanical technique.

Li Buzhuo's eyes fell on a bronze crow puppet.

"This is?"

The bronze crow is made of bronze in all shapes, with the gun blade-shaped wings shining with a faint light, lifelike. It is said that making puppets with gold and iron is ten times more difficult than wood. This thing should be a delicately crafted ornament, and it was also mixed by the stall owner to mix it into the defective products of these mechanical puppets.

The stall owner turned his eyelids and said, "You want it? Silver 23, I won't bargain."

In cities and cities, silver zhu is often traded, and generally "silver" is referred to as silver zhu. Two hundred and three silver turtles are two gold zhu and three silver turtles. Li Buzhuo's eyelids twitched and turned around and left.

Just after taking two steps, Sanjin turned his head and hesitated for a moment, pressing his voice down: "That bird... seems to be alive."

Li Buzhuo glanced at Sanjin suspiciously and turned around to take a look.

The bronze crow seemed to have heard Sanjin's words, and suddenly opened her small mung bean's eyes, her eyes were frightened, and she quickly closed her eyes.

The stall owner didn't notice this scene at all. He thought Li Buzhuo was just asking, but when he saw him turn around, he felt that this business was going to be done. He squeezed out a smile: "Hey, you really want it, take the silver 200."

Ding, Ding!

Two gold baht fell to the stall owner.

Li Buzhuo grabbed the bronze crow and stuffed it into the wooden box, clamped it under his armpit, pulled three pounds and walked away with a few big steps.

The stall owner was stunned for a moment and squeezed two gold baht, which was a piece of red gold. He was waiting for Li Buzhuo to bargain, but he didn't expect that this young man was so happy.
Chapter completed!