Otherworldly Merchant

In fact, I feel pitiful and unmainstream. I grew up in that environment when I was a kid, and now my only family is gone. He doesn't even know what the normal human world looks like? His view of the world was completely distorted, and no one led him in the right direction, and I couldn't help but teach him a political lesson to normalize his distorted view of the world.

Non-mainstream body twitching, haggling, snotty tears poured down: “I can't control myself, it really hurts...”

I think he's upset. It's shocking. Is this smoke addiction? This is a drug addict.

I let him restrain himself again, but in the end he couldn't restrain himself, tried so hard to take the cigarette, even tried to attack me. I couldn't help but throw the cigarette at him and let him get through a smoke addiction.

After smoking a few cigarettes, he finally slowed down, swallowed the clouds and threw mist in the co-pilot's seat, his eyes glanced away and looked out the window.

Finally, the car was parked at the door of a non-mainstream home.

This is a terrible residential building, remote and should be some years old, with even a big hole in the wall that could collapse at any moment.

Even such a dilapidated building, not his home, was rented and now owes several months' rent.

Good thing the landlord saw him poor and didn't rush the rent.

I can't imagine how poor this family is.

There should be no property, no cleaning of the corridors, mess everywhere, garbage everywhere, even dung in the corners.

Had it not been for the mainstream to bring me here, I would have even suspected that this abandoned building was haunted and uninhabited.

On the third floor, I saw a non-mainstream home.

Plastic bags of instant noodles everywhere, as well as fast food boxes, have become moldy and smelly and have no place to go.

The mainstream kept me waiting at the door, and he cleaned up the room, flushed the shit out of the toilet, brought up a plastic bag, and cleared a clean road with a mop, which allowed me to go in.

I said, "Take me to your father's room! ”

Nonmainstream nods immediately, then opens the big smoker's room.

As soon as the room opened, it smelled like snotty smoke. Despite the fact that the smoker had been dead for some time, the smell of cigarettes in the room had still not dissipated.

The room was very simple, with a lounge chair, a broken bed, a bedside table, all the dark and numb marks from the cigarette butts, and soot scattered around the corner of the wall.

Anyway, anywhere you go, you can see that this is an excellent smoker's home.

The recliner was burned down in part, burned to black coke, and there was even something sticky on it.

Needless to say, those sticky things should be traces of carcass oil penetrating the coke.

Unmainstream asked me, "Boss Zhang, do you see anything? ”

I shook my head: "I don't see it yet, but I'm afraid we'll have to talk to your father tonight. ”

“Ah?” Unmainstream freaked out by what I said. I couldn't help but tremble: “Talk, how? ”

“Just ask what's going on.” I weighed up and down some nonmainstream: “In peace of mind, what is your position in your father's mind? ”

The non-mainstream thought, “It should be the only family, don't look at the fact that he doesn't ask me, but he really cares about me. If there's anything to eat, he wants me to come back and eat, and he doesn't want to eat it himself. Besides, he never allowed me to smoke before, afraid that my life would be as ruined as his...”

“That's right.” I said, "As the saying goes, tiger poison doesn't eat! Even if he turns into a ghost, how can he lose his mind? He will never hurt you, let alone allow you to smoke. ”

The non-mainstream immediately asked, "So what happens when I get addicted to smoke? If you're a normal person, even if you smoke more cigarettes, you can't have such a big addiction within a month. ”

“So this is a shady thing.” I sighed: “Your father was affected by a smoke gun, and I even suspected that he had no reason to even recognize you when he turned into a ghost, which is why he did it. ”

The non-mainstream nodded immediately: “This is certainly the case. ”

I said, "Well, when your father came back for a cigarette, he was supposed to have come back with the organ spirit from the big cigarette gun, the dead spirit attached to the cigarette gun. Your father is addicted to tobacco. In fact, he is addicted to tobacco. If it is interrupted in the middle of the day, he may irritate the spirit. Tonight, I arrange a method to restore your father's intelligence without affecting the spirit! ”

Nonmainstream say yes immediately, everything is at the boss's discretion.

So I took the non-mainstream to the food market and bought something for the evening.

As the saying goes, people eat for heaven, and food is a necessity for old age and death. Because the ancient ancestors gradually discovered that certain foods themselves had a dampening effect after prolonged contact with various foods, in the past, the use of food against demonic monsters accounted for more than half of all methods.

What I'm going to do today is put in a more traditional format, mostly with ingredients, and that's what brings the non-mainstream to the market.

I bought a big cock, a tongue, some carrots, and some lime.

Everything is ready, only the east wind!

When I got back, I let the nonmainstream clean up the big cock's blood, and I stewed the big cock and the carrot together, and I spilled lime all over the loungers and his father's room.

Out of the mainstream it's strange why I let him cook carrots and roosters, even thinking I was preparing dinner with soy sauce and ingredients at first.

I immediately stopped the non-mainstream and told him to just put the concentrated salt inside and leave nothing else behind.

Unmainstream, somehow. What does that smell like? I warned him never to eat chicken. I'm afraid he'll be in big trouble tonight.

Soon after, the whole chicken was cooked out of the mainstream, so I let him separate the meat from the bones, throw all the meat in the trash, leave only the chicken butt, the carrots and the chicken bones.

The non-mainstream is even more surprising, but there is no more bullshit to say, do as I say.

Soon, the chicken bones were separated, and I pressed the memories in my head to spread the chicken bones and sliced carrots all over the room into a great array of spirits!

The eye of the Tian Ling Dynasty is the cooked chicken's ass. Without the eye, the Tian Ling Dynasty will not harm the spirit.

I set this up to allow the non-mainstream, when they can't hold it, to start a big battle to protect themselves and expel the spirits. God knows how strong the spirits in this cigarette gun are.

Everything is ready, and patience awaits.

As the clock ticks away, I can even feel my heart beat and it beats with the clock.

Non-mainstream nervousness broke, holding a chicken's ass in his hand, sitting at the door of his father's bedroom, looking at the lime under his feet from time to time, if the shadow appeared, the first sign was the lime under his feet.

Tap, tap, tap!

Shortly afterwards, a crisp footsteps rang outside the door and finally stopped at the door.

Me and the mainstream got nervous right away. What the hell is going on? Soundless spirits like this don't usually make footsteps intentionally.

So I whispered, "Did you hear that footstep the other day when your father came back? ”

The non-mainstream shook his head immediately: "No… no movement at all. ”

My heart sank immediately. I didn't hear footsteps the other day. What does it mean to have footsteps today? Is it possible that the other party has perceived what we have done, which he has deliberately done?