১৩১ মাছ ও ভেড়ার মাংস ৫

হেxiang শিকারidke biday die, mone ashasti pelen.

sekhanei ghurie ghore dukhte giyei shunlen wang a niu ha-re-fa-re kore kandche, kandte kandte asposhto bhaabe “bhaiya, bhaiya” bole dakche. tar swami wang yan fhyakashe mukhe bichanay shuye aachen ebong niur/niostobhabe take jiggesh korlen: “tomake je apusoid gulo kinte bolechilam, kinecho ki?”

hexiang dhopai-ghorai kore eto shomoy dhore kono matro khabar ba ek ghunt pani mukhe dite pareni. barir tebile shudhu du bati thanda jholer shange panta bhat shajano chilo, tar upor kichu masi urche. ki kore je eto thanda o shimoter modhye ei masi gulo benche ache, ke jane.

wang yan jokhon dekhe tar biwi kono jawab dichhe na, tokhon shor uchiye abaro bolen: “tahole taratari oi apusoid gulo niye asho, o gulo bachaibe amar pran!”

“nei-bhaater jinis, tumi moro na keno ekhono?” hexiang er mone ek jhar oviman jege uthlo, se obishap dite dite masi taniye dilo, ebong chokh-mukhe raag rakhe apusoid bandha kagojer potla ta shami er kamboler upor chure mere rannaghore chole gelo ranna korte.

ajke poos masher unotrish tarikh, tader barite eidin shobaike niye eksathe khabar khawar niom chilo. kothao eka-doke ekta bhalo khabar chilo na je barite onek kaj chilo, hexiang er kono shokti chilo na utshober bebostha korar, tai barite shob shomoy thanda churh ranna-ghar chilo. ajke kothao ekta shanti holo, je kono upaye hok shobai eksathe basorer shathe utshob palon korte hobe.

hexiang ekti choto chotogulo mecho-mach bhajo korlo, tarpor shukorer maongsho anone-wala boro bhai er dewa dui ser chorbi-juto maongsho diye piyaj, roshun, ada, mulo kete dumpling-er pur banalo. boro bhai tader shatheri pahari gramer manush, shob shomoy tader poribarer jotno nito.

pur katar shomoy, se shunlo tar chhele abaro baire dauraduri korche, shobuj ghore darja ta ki kore jeno shobdo korche. hexiang er mone khub raag uthlo, se aro zore boti diye katar shobdo shuru korlo. ei shobdo chheler dauranor shobdo, pashbarir manusher asantusto kashi ebong shami er thanda lage bole kakaner shobdo shob kichuke dhope fele dilo.

hexiang er mukhe ekta shukh-bhora hashi futlo, tar ek hath diye shobji chepe dhore onno hathe boti diye se dapot-shopot kore pur katele. khub shighri boro ek bati pur ti tiriye felo. jokhoni nun dite jabe, takhon tar mone holo kalke ja nun-er pot jar bhora chilo ta abaro khali hoye geche!

eta nishchoy oi wang a niu p-e-re-bhaat chhele ta koreche! hexiang er khub raag uthlo, boti fele se baire beriye elo. tokhon bikaler shomoy, winter-er mrityu-pothjatri tircha shurjo angan ke ekta dhushor abhar diye bhore feleche.

hexiang bhuru kunchale, se bhabechilo chhele angane dauraduri korche, kintu ekhon dekhe angane keu nei, shudhu chheler shomoyer ghorer darja ta amon ki bhabe apnetey bondho hochhe abar khule jache.

kache giye darja bondho kore, hexiang ghure tar nijer shobuj ghorer dike hatlo, kichu dur giyei tar pichhone abaro shei shobdo shonlo. pichhone fire dekhe, purono kath-er darja ta abaro shabdhane khule geche. hexiang fire giye jor kore darja bondho korlo, ebong ekta bash diye atke dilo, ebar se dariye wait korlo, abong dekhe darja ta ar khuleni. hexiang ekta boro shash fele shobuj ghore fire gelo.

tar pichhone, rannaghore abaro “tak-tak-tak” katar shobdo shonajachhe, mone hochhe keu adrishyo hath diye boti taniye tar kaj chaliye jacche.

“hexiang, amar khub thanda lagche.” ghorer modhye dhuktei shami er gungani shonlo. kache giye dekhe, tar boro-shora shami mota kamboler modhye guriye shuye ache, shudhu fhyakashe mukta, kono dead body-r moto chhara ar kichu nei. takiya-er pashe al-la al-la ata-er guro pore ache, ekta apusoid bichaner niche pore geche, thanda hoye jawa borof-er tukro-r moto bhenge tukro tukro hoye geche.

hexiang voy pelo je shami dekhe abar taka khoroch kore notun kinte bolbe, tai pasher kagojer potla theke arekta niye rakhar kotha bhablo, kintu kagojer potla tule dekhe seta ekdom khali. ki jani chhele chor kore kheye feleche? hexiang er mone shongshoy holo.

eishob shomoye, hexiang ekta chhoto bachhar hashi shonlo: “hi-hi-hi, hexiang, oi meye-tar nam hexiang...” tarpor fire dekhe, ghor ti shanto, kono oshubidha nei.

hexiang er pichhone thanda gham beriye elo: ki... kina oi jinish ta ekhono barite ache? se oi diner dosh-er kache jiggesh korechilo, dosh-er bolechilo borofe thanda pahari lokta asholei ekta pahari bhoot. shona jaye ei danobgulo manusher mukto paye, kintu ektio pa ekta hat, chhoto bachhar moto lamba, tai der oke ek-pa-er bhoot bole.

hexiang bachhalkale pahare thakto, onek oshubho golpo shunechilo ei danobder bishoye, keu keu bole pahari bhoot manusher matha guriye dite pare, jar upor eta chole ashe tar malaria hoye jaye. keu keu bole kokhono pahari bhoot ke nijer asli nam bolte nei, karon tara apnar pichhone dariye apnar apnar golar shuwre apnake dakbe, jodi keu respond kore, tabe take tara mere fele. abar keu bole pahari bhoot manush khele tarpor "mok-kar" namok danobe roop ney, ei danobgulo baagh ke pathate pare manushke khotigrosto korte, ebong puro gramer bari-ghor jaliye dite pare. shudhu kono kono shobuj shikaridho bole, pahari bhoot shudhu churi-chamari korte bhalobashe, rater belar boner agun dekhe tader kache giye mach-murgi pora khay. abar manush er oshobdhanotar shomoy nun churi kore jole sheddho kore khay.

ei shob bishoye bhoyonkor kotha mone kore hexiang er gaye kanta diye uthlo, se niche nute bichana ta chhuiye dekhlo, gorm-gorm. kintu tar shami barabar thanda lage bole chichicche.

tahole ki tar malaria hoyeche?

tai hexiang khamniye matha nute, matite pet fele unune koyla dite laglo, jate agun aro jore jole.

ununer mukh ta kalo, ebong gorur goborer gondho ber hochhe. hexiang tar hat ununer modhye diye khujte laglo, khujte laglo... hothat, se thamlo, tar kopale thanda gham jome geche. ununer modhye keu jeno thanda hat diye tar koni chepe dhoreche!

gabhorte hoye hat ta tan diye tule nilo, se dekhlo tar dan hather mukh-er kache kalo du’ti apaner chhap, du’bar muchleo chhap gulo thake.

“apusoid kothay? nei... nei?” wang yan koshtho kore chokh khule, thothor-thoth kore takiya-er nicha theke ek tukro rupa ber kore hexiang er hathe dilo: “aro... jao kine... anho...”

“tumi pagol hoyecho, eta to amader shob shesh shompod. tomar obosthar jonno doctor dekhate hole o-bhi-zai-er kache taka dewar theke onek bhalo.”

“aro... jao... kine, tara... tara asche... uper diye...” wang yan koshtho kore, protiti shobd onek kore bollo.

hexiang gala theke ki borlache ta bujhlo na, shudhu dekhlo tar shamite mukh khule bondho korche, onuman kore bolche se kine anar order dichhe. hexiang taka khoroch korte chay na, ar apusoid banateo se jane. ekhon barite ashar shomoy, se rannaghore ekta bhashni bafiye baniyechilo, tokhon thanda hoye giyechilo. jodi o-bhi-zai-er moto sundor na hoy, tabe dekhate to thik-thak.

hate chhap dekhar shomoy chilo na, hexiang chhotachuti kore rannaghore giye nije banano kichu apusoid niye ashe, ghurie-fhire dekhe mone anondo pelen. fire dekhe chhele boti diye dumpling-er pur katche, taratari take shashon korlo: “wang a niu, amar hat theke boti namo, ota khelanar jinish noy!”

“wang a niu, hi-hi-hi, wang a niu...” chhele obhishapto hashi hashte laglo, boti fele anganer dike daur diye gelo.

hexiang chheleke shashon korar shomoy pel na, nijer banano apusoid gulo niye ghorer modhye dhuklo, dekhe shami chokh bondho kore tharthar kore kapche, bichana chhuiye dekhe, gorm-gorm ache, tai r kono kambol dilo na. jotodin hexiang jane ununer modhye ki jeno golmal ache, kintu tar khub bhoy korche, ar kono shohosh nei nute dekhar, tarpor rat ta katiye pore diner bela boro bhai ke anbe unun bhenge dekhar jonno.

“kine... ghe-ghe-ghe... kine enecho?” shami hothat chokh khule jiggesh korlo, dat gulo tader kapa thamenini.

nute tar kache abar kambol dite giye hexiang bhoy pelo, tar taratari nijer banano apusoid gulo diye dilo, bachhar moto bujhie bollo: “na, eta to.”

wang yan mulo-r moto shobdhane niye, abar chokh bondho kore feliye dilo.

“tumi thik acho to?” hexiang chintito hoye take thilla dilo.

“thik achi, shudhu ajke unun ta gorm hochhe na, pichhoner dike khub thanda lagche. tumi pi-shon-er bati ta bhitore niye asho, baire thanda.”

hexiang take e kotha shune, keno jeno birhok laglo, ununer thanda hather kotha bolte chayni, chokh-mukh fhyakashe kore abar rannaghore jabar shomoy, hothat shonlo wang yan gola theke gungie kothagulo bolche: “amar pa thanda! chole... chole jao... liu peng, liu peng, amar moron dekhe je feler jonno amake dushio na!”

pichhone fire dekhe, shami wang yan bhalobhabe bichanay shuye ache, kono oshubidha nei. shudhu tar pa gulo kkhane kkhane thillate laglo, tai tar pa er upor dewa kambol ta ektu olot-palot hoye geche, ekta jaygay kunchano, onno jaygay dube geche. mone hochhe... mone hochhe kothao keu bashe ache.

hexiang kache giye, nak chepe shami er pa-er uporer kambol ta thikthak kore dilo. kambol ta bhija, ebong osadharon vabe bhari, ke jane rogi pisur korechhe kina eta te, tai baraf hoye geche.

hat-pa nare kambol thik kore, hexiang fire dekhe, chhele kambol mure, khub ghumie ache, ekchulokeo nare na.

ajke to khub bhola, na dauraduri korche, na kandche. eta bhebe, hexiang hothat bhable kothao ki jeno thik nei, kintu kothao thik nei ta bujhte parlo na.

sekhane kichu khon dariye thakiye, kono oshubidha na peye, se baire hatli.

tokhon shurjo astajachhe. janla-r boro-dar kache shudhu ektu alok ache, tircha shurjo matite lamba obhishapto chhaya feleche.

shudhu angane jetei, hexiang dekhlo je bash diye bhalobhabe badha darja ta, abar keno jeno khule geche, bhitore kalo ghor dekha jache. tar hothat mone holo thanda shithilota, tar mone holo khub bhoyonkor kotha ghotche. shudhu matir dike chaoa. shurjur aloy fele dewa chhaya-te, darjar pashe ekta chhoto bachha bashiye darja ta thele dilo, abar thele dilo, abar thele dilo...

[bhul vrom ki?] bhalobhabe daurano uchit chilo, kintu hexiang nijeke control korte parlo na, ek pa ek pa kore kache gelo. se darjar kache giye, kapa hate darja bondho korte chailo.

ebar keno keno jeno ekta fhak theke jachhe bondho hochhe na, zore chepeo bondho hochhe na, mone hochhe onno dikeu keu zore chepe rakhe, tar shathe kishor ke beshi shokti.

hexianger mone holo, nute dekhe darjar niche ekta fhyakashe chhoto hat atke geche, tarpor darjar fhak theke dhire dhire ekta chhoto bachhar matha ber hochhe. ei bachhar mukh ta pashbarir auntie-r bola motoi, khub fhyakashe mukh, kalo chokh, shudhu e bhabe darjar nich theke upore takiachhe!

hexiang ek pa pichhone thele gelo. adha-bondho ghorer modhye ekta bachhar dauranor shobdo shonajachhe, ebong tikshno hashi shonajachhe.

“chirh-chirh” darja ta adrishyo hat diye dhire khule geche.

hexiang chokh boro kore oi khali ghorer dike takalo, kintu dekhlo bhitore kichu nei, kichu nei. tader bhabna moto kono danob ber hoyeni.

se ektu shanti pelo. tobe ki age tar vul chilo?

“hexiang.” pichhone ekta purusher gola shonajachhe.

mone hochhe shami dakche, tai hexiang reflex-er moto pichhone fire...

norom tofu-te chingri-er mangsho, ham-er mangsho mure, ek chamach pork-er shup-er jelly pur banalo. shesholer shwad ki hobe ta nirbhoy kore ei chamach jelly-r upor, tai jelly banate pork-er shup-er shathe shob masala diye slow-cook kore, jokhon mangsho-er shathe chormo gole jaye, tokhon tule ekdin shukiye rakhe, tarpor take natural vabe tel fule uthe. ei tel diye chingri-ham shathe baniye, gajor, shasha-er tontu diye long roll baniye, chhoto tukro kore teler fry kore, khele baire crispy bhitore norom, chingri-er shwad ebong shashar shurabhi pawa jaye, khub mojedaar.

chingri roll baniye, charang gorkal baki thaka char-inch lamba rupali mach guli niye, dhuye kata-er bad diye, kuchi kuchi piyaj, shasha, chingri shathe mishie, ada, kamranga-er chhal, fish sauce shathe mishie, nonta bujhe ektu nun dilo. tarpor gura-er ruti-r modhye mure, hat diye bottle-er shape kore, bondho na kore, sundor ebong shwadokarin three-fresh shomai baniye fello.

charang baniye rakha shomai gulo ekta chhoto basket-e sheddho korlo, baki gulo baire thanda dite pathalo.

“etao ki pathabe?” hwai-da ek bati mach-bhora bhera dilo, eta dine charang beshi baniyechilo, chhoto pahari bhootder jonno.

“asolei ki jete hobe? rater bela pahari bon khub shanti-purno noy...” hwai-da kotha shesh korlo na.

rajkumar, huayang, qingxi ebong huukeu keu nei. barite charang shobche boro, hwai-da chakor hishebe, chinta thakleo malike baire jete na dewar kono niyam nei.

“bhoy nio na, amar mathay ache, shudhu tiffin carrier niye shei crossroad-e jekhane tader shathe dekha hoyechilo ghurbo. tupi jodi bhoy pao, amake shathe niye cholo.”

hwai-da upai na peye bollo: “tahole bhoror shukor-shomrat ebong hwai-er-keo niye cholo.”

charang shohuliyate bollo: “thik ache. shobai eksathe jabo.”

“kintu, kintu...” hwai-da ekhono khub chintito.

quanrong-er uttor-mukhi dewar por, purno-bhabe wuzu jaatir pashe thaka yuyang zhen-shi hothat birodhi holo. zhen general rajdhanir elite shoni niye uttor-mukhi hoye, cui xuanwei-ke shohayota korlo north-er barbari-der baddha dite. shona jaye wuzu-er ek boro priest zhen--er tin nombor chele-r taru-churh diye hridoy-e aaghat korechilo, tarpor theke ghumo-gumei ache. wuzu ekhono nijeder niye byasto. ebong quanrong-er uttor-mukhi chole jawa thamiye geche. zhen-er birodhita-r karone, yuyun paribar abar nijer jaigay daralo, linji-zong-er shokti aro barlo. ei shomoye, chhoto maliker baba keno jeno bujhlo na, tar master su kou ebong taoist-der niye, taihang mountain-e giye kando korlo, ekhon linji-zong-er bhondo-der shathe kothay torko korche.

ekhon monster world-er bhitoreu kichu shokti chotpot korche, eta diye boddho-taoist du’dhol ke ek shathe shesh korte chay. kintu, ar ekta gopon shokti gholay mach dhorar jonno tayari hosche, charang ke aakroman korar jonno. shona jaye linji-zong-er bhitoreo khobor peyeche, ei shujoge charang ke dhore monster world ebong 6 family-ke threaten korbe.

ei shob bishoye, charang kichu jane, kichu jane na, hwai-da obishshoy bhabe nijer shotti chinta mukhe anar shohosh pelona, kintu gopon secret na bole ki bhabe charang ke bou-er moto barite bashiye rakha jabe?

se to ebolte pare na je ek malik barite nei bole onno malik baire jete parbe na? monster world-e evabe bari-r baire na jabar kono niom nei. charang jodi meye hoto, tobe e kotha choleo jeto, kintu charang shudhu chele noy, shil-er shoknial sheshon-shil shiyaler shobuj.

kichu kotha shudhu rajkumar-ke malik mana qingxi bolte pare, kintu hwai-da-er mone, taotie ebong charang-er rank eki.

tai hwai-da onek khon chinta kore, bujhlo je tar r kono bhalo karon nei charang-ke thamabar, tai ghoro-bhoro kore matha hele mege nilo, shudhu deri kore taratari baire gelo na.

“tora kothay jachchi?” ei shomoye, rajkumar sheshe huayang ebong onnanno boro monster-der niye fire elo.

hwai-da khushi-te kede feler obostha: bhoror tui sheshe fire eloshe bhalo holo, r na ashle, aami tor maanki ke thamate partam na.

charang mone mone shash fele bollo: “chhoto pahari bhoot gulo hishebe amader pashbarir, tader barir boro loker oshubidha hoyeche, chhoto bacha gulo kothao nei, na giye dekhe thaka jabe na. tarpor amar shadhona, kono boro shokti na thakleo, nije ke bachabar shokti ache. bear-er shathe dekha holeo shomosto shokti niye bere asar shohosh ache.”

rajkumar bhablo na je charang-er obostha hwai-da-er moto birop. se shune matha nodol korlo, charang ke bhalo kothao bollo na ba baire jete mana korlo na, shudhu bollo: “bon eto boro, tumi geleo beshirbhag shomoy bhul jabe.”

“tahole ki korbo?” charang bhuru kunchale jiggesh korlo.

rajkumar chador khule hwai-da-ke diye, kache giye charang-er kunchano bhuru thik kore dilo: “shona jaye poos masher unotrish tarikh rater bela, boner monster gulo bochhorer shesh monster-ghost market corbe. choto-boro shob monster jabe. oi chhoto pahari bhoot gulo jodi kharab na hoy, nishchoy thakbe. monster-ghost market-e, shob niyom mene cholle, normal manush gow geleo kono bhoy nei. kalo aamio sekhane kajer jonno jabo, shathe ghurteo parbo.”

charang bhebe dekhe, eta aro bhalo way. she nije monster-ghost market-e ekta chhoto gari niye mach-pitha, chingri-ball erom fish snack vikri korte parbe, oi chhoto pahari bhoot gulo khaduk hole nishchoy tader nijei hunte ashbe. jodi tara na ashe, monster-ghost market-e shob rakam-er wuzu-taoist-ghost-monster ache, keu keu khobor dite parbe.

taihang mountain-er monster-ghost market-er boro bhasha ache. onek age theke chilo, legend-e yellow emperor xuanyuan-er tomb taihang mountain-e ache, shennong-o ei taihang mountain-e thakiye chole geche. onno ekta legend-e bole, ei jayga shob immortal-der bishomto jayga. ekhono paharer cliff-e onek purono immortal-der bari ache.

immortal-der bari bola faka kotha noy, shurti ache – ei shob immortal-der cave gulo hajar meter uchu stone cliff-er upor, cliff shojha, eto steep je monkey-o uthte parbe na. ebong cliff-er pathor gulo purple ebong red, morning glow-er moto. cloud-er modhye, colourful light ber hoy, drishyo khub sundor.

kichu shomoy manush cloud-er modhye emon light dekhe, kache gele, bhaggo bhalo thakle cloud-er shomudre jade railing dekhte pabe, akashe bridge dekhte pabe, kokhono cloud-er modhye manush boat chalacche. shona jaye bhaggo bhalo thakle manusher samne rainbow-er bridge asbe, tar upor diye hatle immortal-der barite dhuka jabe, ba tader hospitality pawa jabe.

eta chara, ei immortal-der cave-er pashe, onek hanging coffin thakbe. ei hanging coffin gulo white jade-er banano, paharer emon jaygay thake je manush jaite parbe na. jekhane ekjon immortal hoye shobai tar shathe jay, ei hanging coffin-gulo immortal-der chakorer ba fire-boy-der.

ei legend-er karone, local pahari manush morleo mati-te dite chay na, coffin-e kore "thousand coffin cave" namok boro stone cave-e niye giye rakhe. local manush ancestor-ke puja korleo, tara jane soul fhire ashe, tai tader thousand coffin cave-e rakhe, tate pahari immortal-der manage kora shohoj hoy, shathe immortal-der blessings pawa jay.

tarpor aro sho sho bochor gelo, linji-zong ei jayga-er fengshui dekhe, taihang mountain-er energy point-e temple banalo.

taihang mountain-er fengshui bhalo karon eta natural e-pin nine-dragon jade-lotus landscape.

ei nine-dragon jade-lotus mane uchu-nichu nine mountain ekta lotus shape baniyeche, ebong proti ta mountain ekta boro river-er shuru. shona jaye linji-zong-er temple ta ei lotus-er center-e, tai sky-er energy ebong natural beauty pawa geche.

ei shob karone, dynasty-r emperor, hajar bochorer noble family-o ei mountain-e tomb baniyeche, shobai linji-zong-er permission peyechilo na, kintu every alternate generation, boro family-r head-er permission pawa jeto mountain-e tomb banabar.

ei noble family ba emperor-der nature alada. keu simple, tar priyo jinish niye coffin-e shuye porto, extra burial item chaito na. keu mysterious, tomb-er chardike maze baniye tar বংশdhar-ke dukhte dito na. keu luxurious, tara age theke tomb baniye, alive manush-o shathe dite, shona jaye a-dynasty-r empress play dekhte bhalobasho, choto emperor tar bhokti dekhiye ekta acting group-ke kete felle, obishshoy eto bhalo na kore linji-zong take power theke namiye dilo.

taihang mountain-er tomb-er blessing baki rakhle, prothome, linji-zong thakle tomb robbery hoy na. ba bolte paro, linji-zong nije na korle, kono robber-er shohosh nei ekhane robbery korar. tarpor, paharer ghost-der hell-e giye queue-te thakte hoy na, tomb-er modhye wait korte pare. eta-i karoni pahari manush bochor-shese tader ancestor-der ghost-ke bari firiye anate pare.

tai, eto bochorer accumulation-e, pahare ekta ghost world toiri hoyeche. vendor ache, artist ba snack seller ache, shadharon farmer ebong hunter ache. shathe pahari monster onek, tai, protibar ek mashe ekbar taihang mountain-e monster-ghost market hoy. tokhon market-e shob rakam-er monster-ghost ashbe, bahir-er wild ghost-o ashbe. rater andhare, boner bhitore alo jole, khub bustling hoy.

taihang mountain-er market, kaifeng-er ullambana market, jiangcheng-er hundred ghosts night street, east sea-er sea market, north-er ghost city ke shathe world-er five major monster-ghost market bole.

market month-er pore ekbar hoy, tai onek taoist ba monk shujog niye treasure kinte ashe.

obishshoy, khub high consciousness-er taoist ba monk nije theke enegry guard hote ashe – kokhono market-e shadharon manush bhul kore dukhe gele, ei guardian-der karone, manush niyom mene cholle, monster-ghost tader khoti korbe na. kintu, jodi bhul kore dukha manush bartering accept na kore, cash pay korte chay, porer din shokale count korle dekhbe takar adha ta fake money hoye geche.

krome, market-er name manush-er mukhe chole gelo, taihang eight wonders-er ek wonder holo. kintu manush-er chokhe, market ta uncertain, onek bochoro ashe na. kothao east ba west-e. manush-er bhul kore dukhar time o alada.

keu rater bela night business-er merchant, bhul kore dukhe onek profit kore, dutiyo bar jete chaile path pay na.

keu shokal-bela path-chola pahari manush, pahare bari, market ebong shop dekhe, real world-er moto. tai manush market-ke “ghost market” bole.

bhoy pawa pahari manush ba passer-by dure thake, rat theke morning-er ag porjonto baire ashe na. keu boro shohosh niye monster-ghost market-e shob dekhte ashe, profit pete chay, ba chor-daku, raktat taka lukiye rakhte baire nite pare na, ghost market-e sell kore.

bhalo ba kharab, jodi manush monster-ghost market-er niyom mene chole, kono accident hoy na, karon eta linji-zong gate-er pashe, eto “guard” thakle, paharer monster ba ghost ki bhabe baje kaj korbe?

market-er niyom sholo, prothom holo substandard goods becha jabe na. tumi black market theke snatch korecho, ba roof theke churi korecho, ba tomb robber hoile dead body theke khulecho, matter kore na. shudhu ekta, age bolte hobe kothay flaw ache, monster ba ghost-ke cheat kora jabe na, obishshoy manush chenle manush ke cheat korte paro.

ditiyo holo thief-ero code thake. tomar jinish ghorar hole, victim dekhe felle, ferot dite hobe. jodi tomar hat-er jinish kono old ghost-er great-grandson-er bari theke churi kora hoy, tar ancestor dekhe felle, finger point korle, sathe sathe ferot dite hobe, nayto boro danger hobe.

tritiyo holo bargaining nei, single price. buyer bargain korte parbe na, seller-o ekjonke ek price, onnonke onno price dite parbe na. ek market-e, goods-er shudhu ekta price thakbe.

bochor shesher market, age-er moto bustling na holeo, manush winter hibernation korar karone, bhul kore ashe na, tai market-er monster-ghost gulo aro free. manush na ashe, linji-zong-er bhondo monk gulo beshirbhag ashe na. 166 reading net