Here Lies The Wicked

When I heard a noise from the bookstore next door, it closed for a day and it seemed like it was finally opening.

Fang looked at the bookstore next door curiously.

He was curious what kind of bookstore owner would open a bookstore to this unpopular ghost street.

Especially when you close your doors during the day to sleep and open late at night.

However, when Fang saw the owner of the bookstore, he almost pulled out the ghost knife and cut the knife at the owner of the bookstore.

It's a young man with pale skin, like a young man in his thirties who hasn't seen the sun in a coffin for a hundred years.

But that's not the point. The point is!

Dead air.

Spreading death.

Unlike Mr. Fook, there is also a slight sense of cheerfulness, and the man in front of him is only dead from beginning to end.

This is clearly a corpse.

But this corpse not only operates in the city, but also opens a bookstore next door to Mr. Fook.

If it weren't for the last point, Fang would have taken the knife and cut it up.

But Fang was not relaxed at this time, and was in a dark vigilance of the dying man.

“Hey, are you Mr. Fook's new temporary worker?” The other side actually took the initiative to go to the underworld store and greeted the other side.

The party remains vigilant.

If something goes wrong at any time, cut it up with a ghost knife.

“Didn't Mr. Fowler tell you about my identity?” A pale thirty year old man's face appears slightly surprised.

Square is still a little apathetic and doesn't talk.

“I am officially introduced to myself, I am next door to the underworld shop, you can call me... Well, I prefer the left-handed character in" Chattering Ramadan Divergence ", full of blood, the atmosphere persists, the martyrdom returns the country without regret... you can call me left-handed family.” A man stretches out his five fingers as long and perfect as a girl, introducing himself, seemingly shaking his hand squarely and expressing goodwill.

Left thousand households?

The man who called himself Left Thousand asked with interest, "I don't know what you call him, little brother. ”

Fang Zheng: “Little brother is not talented, I know Autumn Ye. ”

Left Thousand Households, Zhiqiu Yip, this is the right time to photograph Qian's ghost II, "The Human Way"...

“Brother Ip. ”

“Brother Left. ”

He shook his hand with a shallow shake, and then immediately drew his hand back, hissing, so cold, it was like grabbing a piece of ice with a thousand loads of cold ice.

“Brother Left, if you open this old street, can you do business?” Just asking for curiosity.

"Who says I run a bookstore? ”

“I see your shop sign is a bookstore?” Fang Zhengzheng wondered, since you don't open a bookstore, then there is a bookstore sign. Isn't this hanging sheep head selling dog meat, deceiving consumers?

“Oh, you said that sign, that was hung before the transfer of the last store, I felt that the store was open in this place and there was no business. It was wasteful and unnecessary to re-sign the store, so I never changed it. In fact, I was selling handicrafts from my ancestors.” The man laughed at himself with a sense of humor.

But Fang didn't feel the sense of humor. Instead, he felt that all the people in this old street were not normal, right?

Handicrafts?

This place is remote, not a tourist area, not even a ghost. Sell a ghost?

After a few minutes of chatting, the man began to say goodbye to the store next door.

It's a very simple shop, and it sells woodcarvings, which are wonderful and perfect.

Wear away anxiety, soothe people's hearts, and abandon minds.

The wooden carving itself is the path of serenity, mindfulness and mindfulness.

There's a bookstore sign on the outside, which is actually a carving shop for handicrafts.

The owner of the woodcarving shop sat back in front of the workbench with a long fingertip gently rubbing the carving knife, with a deep smile in his eyes.

“This young man… interesting. ”

“Much more interesting than the dull Mr. Fu...”

Subsequently, the owner of the woodcarving shop began to carve with one knife at a time, and in the middle of the night, alone and quietly.

I saw a man who claimed to be a left-hand family leaving, and I was looking straight at him.

The other side is definitely a dead man.

But being able to live in peace with Mr. Fook as a neighbor is in itself extremely strange. And according to Zhang Butcher's jealousy, let him see the character of someone who used corpse oil as a soul light. If he knew there was a ghost in the street, he would have cut it off already.

On the contrary, there is peace in front of us… is it true that the Left Thousand Households are also one of us?

Mr. Fook and Mr. Zhang have always known each other existed?

Or another name… someone in the system?

He rubbed his temple and had a headache.

He thought he was just a temporary worker this time, but he met a dead neighbor on the first day, so... damn it.

Since everyone is one of us, Fang Zheng stopped thinking about the relationship and started practicing the third layer of the Spiritual Marrow Cleansing Scripture.

With today's training schedule, you can practise until the third level is roughly complete tomorrow.

If you are tired, rehearse the spiritual martial arts "Monkey Meditation."

They circulate among themselves, rotate among themselves, and are not boring.

Nothing to say overnight.

Not even a single business. Night watch tonight, zero income.

Without the pressure of performance appraisal, you are not anxious to create zero income on your first day. Frozen three feet is not a day's cold, even if he's in a hurry, it won't help. Instead, it feels like such a quiet day is good, and it doesn't delay his practice at all.

He had already been quietly checked, and there was no monitor in the underworld store, so he was not afraid to divulge martial arts.

Even if it's seen, it's nothing.

What he practiced in the underworld store was some of the smallest martial arts. He didn't practise the "King Kong not bad Alohan", "Wood Blade Law" and other actions in the underworld store, and no one else could see the famous place. These are small details as long as you don't take out the human skin scriptures outside.

So until almost dawn, Mr. Zuo, the owner of the woodcarving shop next door, took the initiative to greet Fang and closed the door.

Open only at night.

Since Mr. Zuo was one of his own, Fang Zheng did not have much hostility towards him. Although there was some vigilance, he was able to live together in harmony.

Fang Zhengqiao said goodbye and watched Mr. Zuo return to the store next door.

When dawn fell, the heavens and the earth soon dawned, and within a very short time, the heavens and the earth dawned. The light of the eastern sun shined through the golden clouds and Xia. This rare uninhabited street has gradually added one or two more elderly people running in the morning.

Fang rushed to rehabilitate Jiuyang Qi when the sunrise was the most vibrant.

In an hour or two, the shop will be closed and ready to go back to the neighborhood.

He intends to bring the little skeleton to the underworld shop today.

Leaving the little skull alone at home always worries him about what might happen.

[There's only three more today, I owe you a chapter, sorry. Well, the debt must be repaid.