Master Feng once told him that this person should be Yin Yu. Because there are only a few priests who have been demoted in recent years. So Xie Lian asked, "What is your name?"

The ghost-faced man said, "I dare not. I am just a nobody."

Entering the abandoned dyeing workshop, Xie Lian was startled. He saw all kinds of clothes hanging on wooden racks: wedding gowns, official robes, girls' gowns, clothes for children, etc. There were also very simple and crude blood-stained linen clothes, as if they were afraid that others would not find this dress strange. Layer upon layer, the air was gloomy and full of evil spirits, as if there were living dead standing there. Even if it was not the Jinyi Fairy, it was definitely not a good thing.

Long pieces of cloth of various colors were hung high on wooden racks, some were pale, some were dirty, and no one had taken care of them for a long time. Quan Yizhen squatted on the edge of the dark dye vat, concentrating on studying the strange-colored and smelly liquid inside. Xie Lian was always worried that he would dip his finger in it and lick it, so he quickly dragged him down. In the courtyard, a group of demons and monsters were strung together with an iron chain, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, and asked, "What is this...?"

The ghost-faced man said, "All those who have been selling Jin Yi Xian in the ghost market recently, as well as the demons and monsters who have been using Jin Yi Xian in various places, are all here. There are a total of ninety-eight pieces."

There were actually ninety-eight of them, and they should have all been caught in a very short period of time. Xie Lian was slightly moved. The ghost-faced man said, "If there are any new abnormal movements, they will be captured for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Xie Lian couldn't help but said, "No need. Please tell San... City Lord Hua, there's really no need to bother. I can do it myself." The result is the same, it just takes a little more time and energy. But he himself is a priest serving in the Heavenly Court, even if there are not many people worshipping him, his official job is just to do these.

The ghost-faced man said, "The city lord naturally understands that Your Highness can do it easily. But because of this, I hope you don't waste your energy on such trivial matters that anyone can do. Your Highness' time and energy should be used to do more important things."

“…”

After pondering for a moment, Xie Lian asked, “Excuse me, how is your city lord now…?”

Lang Ying seemed to be wandering around Xie Lian nonchalantly. The ghost-faced man said, “The city lord is very busy right now.”

Xie Lian said hurriedly, “Oh. That’s great. I hope everything goes well for him. Everything goes well.”

I questioned these monsters one by one, and they all insisted that they bought them in bulk from the mysterious masked man. It didn't seem like they were lying, but in a place like the Ghost Market, wouldn't there be hundreds of mysterious masked men in a single day?

Unable to get any information, the ghost-faced man pulled the rope, led the howling ghosts away and said goodbye. However, the ninety-eight ghost clothes were left behind. Xie Lian felt that he had never seen so many clothes when he was collecting rags and old clothes in the past. He flipped through them one by one, suspecting that none of them were genuine, and said to Quan Yizhen, "Qiying, come and take another look."

Quan Yizhen scratched his fluffy curly hair, shook his head and said, "Too many."

There are too many ghost clothes. The evil spirits of each piece of clothing affect each other, making people lose their judgment.

This is like a person with a keen sense of taste. Although he can distinguish between pear-flavored and apple-flavored candies, if you mix ninety-eight kinds of fruit fillings together and then let him taste them, he will lose his sense of taste. Xie Lian was thinking of other ways, but when he turned around, he saw Quan Yizhen directly took a piece of clothing and was about to put it on. Xie Lian hurriedly stopped him, hung the clothes back and said, "Stop, stop, stop. Qiying, let's make a deal first: first, don't eat anything you don't want to eat. Second, don't wear clothes randomly. These are all very dangerous behaviors."

Quan Yizhen pointed behind him and said, "What about someone like him?"

Xie Lian suddenly smelled a slight burning smell, and when he turned around to look in the direction he pointed, he saw Lang Ying had found a match from somewhere and lit it. He was holding it, calmly and skillfully burning the hem of a ghost coat.

Xie Lian: “…also…don’t play with fire???”

The ghost clothes seemed to be burned by Lang Ying, and the hem of the clothes curled up, twisted wildly, and kept dodging. It didn't look like a piece of clothing, but more like a loach. This scene looked a bit cruel. However, although it exuded a burnt smell, there were no burn marks on the fabric. It seemed that the Yin Qi of these ghost clothes was sufficient to protect them from the disaster of fire.

After hearing Xie Lian tell him not to play with fire, Lang Ying threw the match away and stamped it on the ground, then acted very obediently again. Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he went over and asked, "Why are you..."

When he said this, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

Because he saw, not far away from him, a long white cloth hanging on a tall wooden frame, fluttering slightly in the night wind. On the cloth, a black figure was reflected, walking slowly. And this figure had no head.

Xie Lian pulled Lang Ying behind him, struck with a sword, and said, “Everyone be careful!”

The sword cut the cloth and the figure in half. However, when the cloth fell to the ground, there was no one behind it. The headless figure disappeared without a trace. Before Xie Lian could go forward to check, he felt a slight chill on his back again. He turned around suddenly, and his pupils shrank suddenly. He saw a gorgeously dressed woman standing behind him silently without a sound.

No! Not a woman, just a piece of clothing!

What he had just cut in two was also a piece of clothing, which fell to the ground and was covered by the cloth. And from all directions, a group of shadowy figures staggered towards the three people. It turned out that, unknowingly, the ninety-eight ghost clothes hanging in the courtyard, corridor, and dyeing workshop had all broken free from the racks by themselves!

Xie Lian was stunned: "Why did everything suddenly become like this?"

A low voice came from beside him, saying: "Ten thousand ghosts are restless."

Xie Lian looked back and saw that it was Lang Ying who was speaking. Although he did not show any signs of uneasiness, the veins on the back of his pale hands were already bulging, and it was obvious that he was also under some kind of influence.

The ghosts are agitated again! The closer it is to the opening of Tonglu Mountain, the more deafening the reminder to the ghosts becomes. The first thing Xie Lian thought of was, "How is Sanlang now???"

However, the situation did not give him time to think. His thoughts turned rapidly. More than 20 ghost clothes were already attached to him. Quan Yizhen threw a punch without thinking. If this punch hit the wall or the ground, it would definitely shake the earth and crack the rocks. But this thousand-pound punch hit several clothes. Just imagine, even children's play knows "rock, scissors, cloth", cloth wrapped hammer. The light and soft clothes are just the right punch! No matter how strong his punch is, the cloth wrapped you so softly that you are not hurt at all. Xie Lian can only come with a sword. But the ghost clothes are very light to dodge. They can be pulled out four or five feet with a sweep. Moreover, since they are almost weightless, there is almost no sound. It is much more difficult to capture their movements and guard against their sneak attacks than to guard against people.

Normally, people choose clothes, but at this time, it is the clothes that choose people. The ninety-eight ghost clothes are eager to find a person who fits their body and eyes. Among people, women are the most picky about clothes; among ghost clothes, women's clothes are the most picky about people. Dozens of women's clothes and long skirts of different colors and styles were madly stuck to Xie Lian, and even swords could not force them away. The battle was more intense than a group of women who saw beautiful clothes that they liked and rushed to grab them. For a moment, Xie Lian seemed to be surrounded by flowers and was squeezed and pulled by a circle of women's clothes. Quan Yizhen pulled down a few children's clothes that were stubbornly put on his head and threw them aside, wondering: "Why do these women's clothes like you so much?"

Xie Lian said, “Maybe because he thinks I’m more friendly???”

However, none of the ghost clothes bothered Lang Ying, perhaps because he was a ghost and knew they could not get any benefit from him, so they did not approach him. Xie Lian cut several women's skirts in half with a sword, and the severed ghost clothes were divided into two parts, still moving freely, and dodging faster and more erratically. Xie Lian saw a few ghost clothes sneaking around the window and shouted, "Close the door, set up the formation! Don't let them out!"

They could still handle two gods and one ghost, but it would be troublesome if these ghost clothes slipped out to find others. However, it was too late to shout. The courtyard of the dyeing workshop was open to the sky. A robe had already flapped its wide sleeves a few times and flew into the night sky like a giant bat. Xie Lian cried out in pain and said, "Qiying! I'll leave the dyeing workshop to you!" After that, he stepped on the sole of his foot, flew out of the wall, and grabbed the hem of the ghost robe.

With the weight of a person added, the robe could not fly up even if it flapped its sleeves. It fell to the ground and was held tightly by Xie Lian. But it was surprisingly cunning. It tore one corner of its robe with a "swish" and quickly slipped out of Xie Lian's hand like a hero cutting off his arm. It happened that a passerby was going home after drinking a little wine. He saw a headless monster running towards him and screamed in fear: "Ahhhhhhhhh headless ghost! It has no head!"

Xie Lian rushed over and grabbed the piece of clothing, showing it to the man, and comforted him, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid! Look! It’s not that the head is missing, it’s that all of it is missing.”

The man looked and saw that his collar was indeed empty. There was nothing inside! This was even scarier than a headless ghost. He rolled his eyes and fainted. Xie Lian quickly caught him and gently put him on the ground, saying, “Sorry! I’ll take care of it right away. I’ll take care of it right away.”

After the chaos passed, Xie Lian finally caught all the ghost  clothes that flew out of the dyeing workshop . He checked them once to make sure that nothing was missing, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, Xie Lian said, “We have no choice but to use Qiying’s simplest and most brutal method. Let’s try putting them on one by one.”

He would like to wear it himself, but it is difficult to say about the other two partners at the moment. He is afraid that if he happens to wear  the Jinyixian , he will not be able to deal with any accidents. So he decides to take control and watch the other two wear it.

So, Lang Ying and Quan Yizhen both took off their coats and tried them on one by one. Every time they put on one, Xie Lian would give them simple instructions like "jump twice" or "turn around" to see if they would obey.

However, after trying all ninety-eight pieces, the two of them each wore forty or fifty pieces, and there was no discomfort. It seems that none of these ghost  clothes belonged to the Jinyixian. They had worked in vain for most of the night. 

Lang Ying and Quan Yizhen were squatting on the ground in their singlets, while Xie Lian sat among the mess of  clothes on the ground , holding his forehead and saying, "Selling fake goods is really not advisable..."

After supporting him for a while, he went to find Lingwen and said, "Lingwen, I have collected some ghost clothes. Although there are probably no genuine Jinyixian items among them, they are all quite evil and a bit tricky. Can you send someone to collect them?"

Lingwen said, "Okay, I'll arrange it right away. How many items did you receive?"

Xie Lian said, “Ninety-eight.”

"..." Ling Wen said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is truly a capable person. He actually received more than what I reported to you."

Xie Lian coughed lightly and said, “Actually, it wasn’t me…”

Before he finished speaking, he felt a familiar chill down his spine. Xie Lian was startled for a moment and looked up.

In front of me, a black human silhouette was reflected on several fluttering pale cloths.

This time, it was neither headless nor erratic. Standing behind the long strip of cloth like a curtain was indeed a person. It could be seen that he was a tall young man, and even the extremely messy hair could be clearly seen at the edge of the figure.