Chapter 813: Chapter 811: Ghost Market
Such a plan was almost flawless.
But everything had changed because of Su Yingxue.
“Tomorrow, the Ninth Prince must charge onto the battlefield again with severe wounds, then suffer defeat, allowing Wu Dao’s plan to succeed by half,”
Chu Yifeng raised an eyebrow, his languid eyes carrying a hint of wicked charm.
Chu Yihan, with his arm around Su Yingxue’s waist, said, “You stay in the Silver Moon Pavilion first. Once we are all gathered in Yungui City, we can give Wu Dao a heavy blow.”
Su Yingxue nodded in agreement, “Good, when Wu Dao arrives in Yungui City, I want to take his life myself to avenge my mother!”
A touch of bloodthirsty ferocity flashed in her eyes.
But to guard against Wu Dao, Chu Yifeng had hidden her underground, insisting she not show herself unnecessarily.
Before he left, Su Yingxue called out to Chu Yifeng, “Hey, can you lend me Sister Rong Sheng for a while?”
Chu Yifeng refused without a second thought, “No.”
Rong Sheng belonged to him, and he would not lend her to anyone.
“Just for two hours, I have some things I want to ask Sister Rong Sheng.” Su Yingxue looked dissatisfiedly at Chu Yifeng. Was this man’s possessiveness too terrifying?
“No,” Chu Yifeng was simply unreasonable.
No sooner had Chu Yihan left than he became unkind to Su Yingxue.
Although he had never been very polite to Su Yingxue, she felt this guy was now even more hostile towards her!
Su Yingxue looked at Rong Sheng with a plea in her eyes.
Rong Sheng nodded at her subtly, and with a resigned smile, Su Yingxue headed to her dwelling in the underground.
She had never imagined that the Silver Moon Pavilion’s underground black market would be so bustling, its splendor in no way inferior to that above ground.
Ah Hong, seeing her curiosity, asked, “Miss Su, would you like me to show you around?”
Su Yingxue nodded, “If possible.”
Ah Hong said in a flat tone, “Of course it’s possible. You are staying in the Ghost Market for your safety, master has not restricted your freedom. But the underground Ghost Market is different from above ground. Please be careful. It would be unfortunate if you were not careful and became an item for trade.”
While Ah Hong explained, Su Yingxue listened carefully.
The underground black market was also known by a special name, the Ghost Market.
Su Yingxue, having never been to Yungui City at the border of the Four Nations before, was unaware of the Ghost Market’s existence, finding only brief mentions of it in her mother’s notes.
Her mother’s assessment of this place was that it was not fit for good people, where villains ran rampant, yet it was also a place where human nature was most truly revealed.
In her view, the place received mixed praise and wasn’t entirely a den of iniquity.
After all, not everyone living above ground was good.
Ah Hong led her through the market. The shops and commerce of the marketplace were no different from above ground, but upon closer inspection, one might see half a human leg hanging in a restaurant or a person being hammered to death with a large stone breaking their chest on the street, with many onlookers placing bets and cheering.
There were also beggars asking for money, apparently kind-hearted people giving them coins laced with a sleeping draught, only to drag them away once they passed out.
Su Yingxue pointed to a beggar being dragged away and asked Ah Hong, “He has nothing on him, no possessions at all. Why would that person drug him and take him away?”
Ah Hong glanced at the scene, “To sell him at the slave market. In the Ghost Market, slaves are bought and sold completely, inside and out, belonging to their masters. The master may demand their life, and they cannot die, or their heart, and they cannot give their liver. That beggar must have just escaped from somewhere, thinking he had freed himself from fate, but in reality, once he wakes up, he will be a branded slave.”