Otherworldly Merchant

Fuck, I'm sure this guy's playing with me as a monkey.

What kind of question is that? Can the ghost smoke? Ghosts smoke your grandfather's cigarettes.

I shook my head right now: "I don't know. I'm an antique dealer. You asked the wrong person. ”

“Boss, why are you being so mean? I know all about you. There's nothing to hide. Just tell me, can you smoke or not? I'm not asking. Don't you have the money? ”

After that, the big smoker pulled a large chunk of money out of his pocket, $5, $10, and put it up to $1 or $200.

I was amused by this guy: "I said I don't know, why don't you stop bothering me? Otherwise, I'll have you kicked out. ”

“You tell me and I'll go.” The big smoker also played Laipi with me and sat next to me with his ass.

I was dumb for a while and I couldn't help but tell him, "If you want a ghost to smoke, you have to let that ghost die of a cigarette stick. For example, during the opium war, the Chinese who smoked opium ended up dying on a cigarette stick. When they died, they turned into ghosts, and their addiction to cigarettes continued, looking everywhere for opium. Are you satisfied now? Satisfied. Get out of here. ”

He laughed hey, threw the change in his hand on the table and hurried away.

I yelled at Hanako, "Take the money away! ”

But this big smoker has gone far.

Looking at the money on the table, I can't stop crying. This guy is so funny.

But I never thought I'd get into a lot of trouble just kidding around.

That was a month later, and I totally forgot about the smokers this time.

One day a month later, when I opened the door again to do business, a figure suddenly flashed outside the antique store, and the figure shrunk in the corner of the wall and didn't come in.

So I asked him, "Who are you?" Can I help you?

As soon as they spoke, I heard the smoker: "I'm here today to thank you. ”

“Thank me?” I looked at him somehow: “What are you thanking me for? ”

“Nothing, just to thank you. I'll have my son bring you the money tomorrow. ”

After that, the smoker left. I didn't know if it was my eyes. I noticed that the other person was walking in a strange position. It seemed to float out. When I passed the threshold, I didn't lift my feet.

I don't know what that means. Crossed the threshold?

I couldn't go on thinking about it and rushed out to see what was going on.

But in an antique street, there are only dusk street lights, the road lights slightly, the cool wind, the big smokers have no shadow.

That's strange. Is he walking so fast?

I subconsciously realized something was wrong with this guy, and when I came back to God, I realized I had a goose bump. I shook up and shook my goose bumps before hurrying back to the antique shop.

I felt uncomfortable all night, and I knew I was surprised by the big smoker and had to read the Moral Scriptures in my heart.

By around 3: 00 or 4: 00 in the morning, I don't think there will be any business coming to the door. I still panicked, so I simply closed the door and fell asleep.

I didn't know how long I slept and was woken up again by a bang bang bang. Inevitably, people who know my breathing time don't come knocking on my door during the day. Who the fuck is this?

At first, I decided to ignore it, but that knock lasted a long time.

Helpless, I had to climb up from the bed-- open the door.

Standing outside the door, a young man, at first glance a non-mainstream, chicken crown, dyed green, his clothes broke several holes, not knowing if it was the latest or what.

The guy seemed to stay up all night, the panda eyes were obvious, his face was a little dirty, and I didn't know how long he hadn't washed his face.

“Who are you?” I was not angry to ask.

“Are you the boss?” Non-mainstream weighed me up and down, asked.

“Yes.” I said.

“Give you money.” He lazily grabbed a bunch of change out of his pocket and stuffed it in my hand, turning around and wanting to leave.

I got angry and grabbed him. “What the hell, who are you? You, call me Hanako. This is... ”

“I'm warning you, don't drag my clothes.” He said angrily, "My father asked me to give you the money, don't throw it in the trash, don't stall me. I have to go to an internet cafe to play the League of Heroes. ”

Speaking of which, he broke my hand and the drums left.

I violently remembered the big smoker. The big smoker told me last night that today his son came to give me money. If not surprisingly, this guy in front of me should be the son of the big smoker, right?

I wonder what he's paying me for. Looks like he doesn't owe me money.

I couldn't help but laugh and put that big pile of money in my book.

I don't like to owe people money because it's unpredictable and unpredictable, so I definitely can't want it, and it would be great if it could be returned.

I've had a calm and quiet time. The only agent I can use is the smoker's father and son, right?

Li Mazi and Ruxue often get tired of being together. Li Mazi still needs to die all day long. Ruxue is still a serious follower of Li Mazi, and she takes off a hedgehog.

Sometimes it's so annoying to have sex, Li Mazi will come to me to complain, drink alcohol, and drink in the dark every time, without saving people. As Snow took care of Li Mazi, I noticed that Snow seemed a little in love with Li Mazi...

On this day, Li Mazi drank wine at my house, such as snow was right beside me, and I was talking about selling pussy all these years, and I was drinking with Li Mazi as I remembered. Recall Chu Chu and the old witch doctor, Li Mazi felt sad again, holding the bottle and crying, large mouthful of wine filling.

Rusheng comforted Li Mazi on the other side, saying that people could not be brought back to life. If Chu Chuquan knew, he would certainly not want to see clouds like yours.

While Li Mazi was sad, the door suddenly fell and crashed into a person. The man's yellow muscles were lean, his eyes were swollen, his cock crown was held against him, his color was faint, and the smell of smoke came from him and he coughed like snow.

I immediately stood up and watched him closely.

Isn't that the son of a big smoker, out of the mainstream? He looked much thinner and dried up like firewood. I was most impressed that the last time he came here, he didn't smell smoky. I don't know what was going on this time. He smelled like that disgusting smoke all over his body.

Generally speaking, without a decade or 20 years of smoking habit, it's hard to smell this kind of cigarette. How could he smell such a strong cigarette in a month?

“Why are you here again?” I asked impatiently.

“Boss, let me ask you something.” Non-mainstream shivering look at me, and I couldn't help but look at Li Mazi and Ruxue: “Convenient to go inside and say it? ”

I nodded and took the young man into the room, as if something was really wrong.

As soon as he entered the room, he said, "Boss, let me ask you, can ghosts smoke? ”

I stunned for a moment. I'm familiar with this phrase. I think I've heard it somewhere. My brain spins rapidly, and I quickly remembered. The smoker came to me earlier and asked me the same question.

The fathers and the sons are really good soldiers.

So I said, "Yeah, why? ”

As soon as I finished, he squatted on the ground: "It's over, it's over, boss. You know what? I ran into a ghost. ”

“Haunted?” When it snowed, she pushed open the bedroom door. Turns out she was listening outside all the time: “What the hell happened? Tell me about it. ”

Unmainstream nervous looks like snow: “Who is this? ”

I waved immediately: "It's okay, just say it. ”

He was still cautious and refused to say that he had finally rushed Rushu, falsely claiming to be my assistant, to help me with the staff officer.

This is a bit like Snow and Li Mazi. Li Mazi had a similar situation before and often claimed to be my assistant.

“That's right.” Unmainstream, "he finally said:“ My father sneaks back every night to smoke, smoke so fiercely, I was dyed by him, I can't wash it three times a day. ”

I laughed in silence: "Isn't it your father who smokes? You should go to rehab. ”

“Don't make fun of me, boss. My dad's dead. Can the rehab people handle ghosts?” Non-mainstream crying can't help but say.

“What?” I stumbled on for a while: "You said your father was dead? When was that? ”

“It's been over a month.” He said.

It's impossible! My first reaction is absolutely impossible. I saw a big smoker a few days ago who came to thank me and even promised his son money, how could he have died more than a month ago?

After my repeated questioning, the non-mainstream insisted that my father had been dead for more than a month, I immediately became stupid and the non-mainstream did not have to lie. So the big smoker I saw a few days ago is a real ghost?

What bad luck!

It's just that he's dead. Why are you here to thank me? Give me the money. I know there must be a story in this, but I'm not prepared to take care of it. It's a good thing I don't know.

So I said, "Your father's dead. Burn him more paper! It is also best to burn the cigarette gun together before he comes back to smoke. ”

But the mainstream muttered to me and knelt down: "Boss Zhang, you must save me, you can't just sit there and ignore me! My dad comes back every night for cigarettes, not because of you? You can't just send me away with one word. ”

I'm angry. How is this my responsibility again? Is this guy trying to hold on to me? I said, "It has nothing to do with me. If you throw again, I'll call the police."

The mainstream still refuses to leave, relying on my home.

What a fucking 'tiger father without a dog'. When his dead father refused to leave my house, now he's his son.