Otherworldly Merchant

After handling the troubles of my father-in-law's mother-in-law, Yin Xinyue began to work nervously again, while Li Mazi, as an ordinary person, recovered not so quickly from nature, and lived in the hospital all the time. Yu Xue and Li Xiaomeng took turns to serve each day.

Since Li Mazi almost died in the ghost city of , Snow's attitude toward me has changed, no more shouting from brother-in-law to brother-in-law, and the speech has become less cold and hot.

I know that Rusheng hates me. He has put his hot face on his cold ass more often, so he can no longer go to the hospital to see Li Mazi. He can only wait for Li Mazi to heal and come to me himself.

Fortunately, the little fox of Tail Jade was strictly instructed by the T-shirt man and has become obedient to the post. She dragged a furry little tail all day, adorably wandered in front of me, and life was not too monotonous.

The Yongling Ring is a rare treasure, but I used it to summon Wusheng Guanyu at the last crisis, so it was temporarily sealed! Apart from Little Ring Ling, I don't have any channels to understand the Wing Ling Ling ring. I had to wait two months before I could talk to Little Ring Ling.

It's worth mentioning that I've been studying the secret book given by the owner of the ghost market for the past month. At the beginning, I thought it was something I didn't understand. I didn't expect it to be a rare cultivation technique. It not only explains how to learn from the Yin spirits, but also introduces the use of all kinds of shadows and taboos under the general sky.

The book roughly divides the shadow into three kinds: good shadow, evil shadow, and ambiguity.

Like Ji Gong's living Buddha, tea Saint Lu Yu belongs to the good yin, only doing good deeds never harms people.

Lupu, Han Xin, etc. belong to the Yin, referring to the Yin spirits that can be indoctrinated.

All that remains is evil. By definition, evil refers to the extreme evil of poverty, unwillingness to be transcended, unwillingness to be indoctrinated, only murder as a pleasure. But the number of evil shadows is the smallest. After all, evil spirits also have their own pathetic side. The most typical shadow of this shadow is the one who was too old in the wrenching incident.

In addition, there are many ways to find pubic objects in secret books, if properly applied, to obtain powerful magic treasures. Unfortunately, the content is handwritten by the owner of the haunted market. It's very grassy and I can't read it in a short time.

Nevertheless, I have a good understanding of the world's shadows! No longer a doorman.

And according to the secretary, harvesting spirits is the fastest way to practice. After all, hundreds of years, thousands of years of spirits, even if you harvest one percent of their power, have outdone 10 or 20 years of closed practice!

During my time studying secrets, there were kids who came to the house and couldn't find it. They'd all been to the ghost market, so I wanted to steal a baby and take advantage of it or something.

Fortunately, they are of average strength, basically I don't have to do it, and the little tail jade can easily solve them. I came down a few times without risk and gradually stopped paying attention.

But what puzzles me is that the people of Longquan Village have not appeared since the end of the ghost market. My godson has been abandoned by me, and the four elders have been defeated. The owner of this estate can really calm down!

I'm sure they're secretly plotting something, but the T-shirt man hasn't contacted me, indicating that Dragon Springs isn't ready to deal with me at the moment, and I don't have to worry about it.

After a long leisure time, my occupational illness broke out again. I wanted to ask T-shirt men, rat seniors and White Eyebrow Zen Master if they had anything to do lately, but were afraid to involve them again. Finally, I had to go around Ancient Play Street by myself.

In fact, the greatest attraction of antique streets is not the value of antiques, but the fascinating stories behind each antique, which represent the rise of an era, the demise of an era, arguably the final position of traditional culture.

And in the ancient play street, you can see traditional small things such as sugar squeezers, paper cutting or hand-drawn drums that have disappeared. I am also interested in these things. I buy something to eat and play with every day, and the small days are extra moisturizing.

That afternoon I was watching the two bosses step on the stilts and the phone suddenly rang. This is a strange number. Looks like there's another business going on. After the call, they whispered to me, "Is it Master Zhang Jiulin?"

Well, 100 percent of this opening came from me, and I shook my head and I identified myself and asked him what he needed.

“Master Zhang, I'm in front of your antique shop, please come back soon! If you don't help me, I'm dead...”

Judging by the sound, the man, at least thirty years old, was in a panic at this moment and seemed to be experiencing life and death.

I frowned slightly, making him feel safe waiting outside the store, then quickly walked back.

Just walked around the corner of the alley and saw a man walking back and forth anxiously in front of an antique store.

He was dressed in a black suit with a flat head and looked very refined like a commercial elite.

After seeing me, he hurried up and grabbed my hand and begged me to save him again!

After such a long struggle, Zhang Jiulin was known in the circle as a young man with beauty and wisdom. I mocked and sighed, then invited him into the store.

I poured him a glass of water before carefully measuring it. I felt that he looked a little like Shinseng Wu Yifan. His eyes sparkled and his nose was tall. He looked quite Korean Obama.

He took the cup and held it in his hand, took a quick sip, then said: "My name is Wulin, I… I may have encountered a ghost. ”

“This is basically what's happening to me. Let's get to the point!” I patted him on the shoulder with a light cloud.

He was very casual when he saw me, obviously relieved, and tried to organize a language before speaking to me.

He said that he had heard chain-dragging noises every night in the last few days and had a restless sleep. He finally fell asleep, and a horrible shadow appeared in his dream. The shadow did not speak. He just stared at him and laughed. He could not see the face of the shadow, but could see the two eyes of the shadow through the night.

“Master, you don't know! Those dark eyes were like two red bulbs, staring straight at me. He still licks his tongue from time to time, as if he was going to eat me...”

Wulin said that even the teacup had fallen on the floor in panic. I knew it would not be that simple, so I nodded to him to continue.

“The other day was fine, and nothing happened after he woke me up. After knowing that he would show up every day, I went to the old man next door to ask for a folk exorcism, pressed a scissors under the pillow, and whenever the shadow appeared, I subconsciously held the scissors in my hand. But... but last night..."

Wu Lin can no longer speak here, crumbling squatting on the ground crying, highly inconsistent with his refined appearance.

Stronger people, that's what happens when you first meet the Snake God, right?

I sighed and took out a Jade of God's Spirit from the cupboard and put it in his pocket.

Wulin's emotions have only stabilized. The low voice said that after dark shadow appeared last night, he found himself unable to wake up. His consciousness was blurred and his scissors didn't work, even biting the tip of his tongue didn't work!

“Are you sure yesterday was a dream? Could it be that you weren't asleep at all? ”

The evil way to get rid of scissors and tongue-tipped blood works. Unless you encounter a particularly powerful ghost, or a powerful ghost who comes here to claim his life, you can usually wake up, so I don't think he was dreaming yesterday.

Who knows Wulin nodded harshly after listening, biting himself to sleep yesterday.

“When I found the scissors useless, my subconscious tried to escape, and I didn't think that other parts of my body other than my arm could move at all, it felt like I had encountered a ghost bed. The shadow looked at me struggling in bed, and he made a sick laugh, and then he rushed up and pulled out a strange iron hook to hook my tongue! ”

Speaking of which, Wu Lin felt as if he had been emptied, breathing out hard.

As the iron hook of the shadow approached his tongue, the rooster outside suddenly screamed a few times, and the shadow disappeared, and he opened his eyes and instantly sat up from the bed.

As Wulin spoke, a layer of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead. He said with red eyes: “Master Zhang, please do me this favor. The shadow did not harm me yesterday and will definitely come again today. ”

He's telling the truth. It looks like the shadows are on the run!

I dared not take the liberty of immediately picking up the Virgin's Staff and Yin Yang's secret book from upstairs and following Wulin to his house.