Otherworldly Merchant

The tiny little japanese-style pavilion nestled in the shadows.

I rushed to comfort myself: "Anger, anger, there are no raw fish in this store, I'll take you to another one! ”

“Mm-hmm." Yin nodded at me. “Second Checkout, you, lead the way. ”

After that, the Yin spirits reached out and the palm of his hand suddenly appeared a glimmer of meditation.

If the shop owner sees this, he won't be scared to death? I hurriedly pressed its hand: “This time it's on me, hey. ”

Listen to me, the face of the Yin spirits shows a satisfied smile, Slow Sterling put away the money.

I took the bill, and the number on it startled me: $18,000.

Before leaving, Taiyu licked his finger and shouted to the shop owner: "Boss, two more boxes of fried tempura, packed. ”

“Okay.” The shop owner happily promised to listen only to the chirping sound of the cash register: “Hello Guest, your bill plus two Tempura, for a total of $18,200. ”

I swallowed a hard spit, took out a bank card to pay the bill, and the moment I signed the voucher, my heart was bleeding! Twenty grand a meal. Isn't that a pig's birth?

When I saw Tail Jade, I suddenly remembered a question. The millennial ghost who loved raw fish slices could not find Tail Jade to be a fox demon. How could he not be curious at all?

And look at the tail jade, one full snack, not even the Yin Spirit.

A demon and a ghost, as if they didn't exist!

The fox demon was best at seeing through other people's minds. Tail Jade held a tempura in his hand and slowly explained: “I can't beat this ghost, and that ghost can't beat me. Although we have met, the demons have different ways of eating each other, so there is no need to know each other! The demon world is the most real, unlike you humans, you can make false guest condoms for half a day, fake! ”

After that, Tail Jade turned a white eye in the sky.

I snapped my neck, but when I thought about it, I couldn't believe I was right.

Yin Xinyue drove around the city and didn't find a Japanese restaurant that was open. I took out my phone. It's after 2: 00 in the middle of the night. Where's the restaurant open?

Unlike Japan, there is no late night cafeteria. We only have large platoons, but there are no raw fish in large platoons.

I looked around for a few laps and didn't find a place to sell raw fish chips. The millennial ghost sitting in the back seat was in a hurry, growling constantly: “Why haven't you found it yet? Is not to sweep Ben too conservative of Ya Xing. ”

I constantly comforted Yin Xinyue, while waiting for the kung fu of the red light, quietly sent me a WeChat: “At this time all Japanese restaurants are closed, what should we do? ”

It's almost three o'clock, and three o'clock is exactly when the rooster starts ringing.

According to the rules, there is a strict order between the yin and yang realms, the night falls temporarily, and the lonely wildlings can come out and walk, but as long as the roosters scream, they must leave immediately.

I immediately replied to a WeChat: "Try to procrastinate until 3: 00! ”

Yin Xinyue was driving around the city in a circle. Every minute passed. I sat in the passenger seat and seemed calm. In fact, only I knew how anxious my heart was.

Although the seat cushion of the car is premium leather, I feel like I'm sitting on a needle felt. Most of all, I have to constantly comfort the Yin Ghost...

The spirits in the back seat kept complaining and I could feel his mighty anger across a chair!

Sister Guan is also a knowledgeable person, help me ignore it constantly.

With regard to the help of the elder sister, things were going well. Finally, when my lips were about to wear off, the number on the phone turned to exactly three points. The Qi star rose and a little white had appeared in the East.

How high is the Yin Spirit IQ? As soon as I saw the light, I understood our intentions and pointed angrily at us: "You wait here. Tonight Ben is too adamant to kill! None of you can escape. ”

A red ghost flew out of Brother Deng's head. Brother Deng's body trembled a few times and his eyes passed out. At the same time, the dashboard in the car was spinning fast and the entire body was drifting.

Yin Xinyue sat in the car scared and screamed.

I put three medium spirits on the steering wheel, and the spinning car stopped.

Yoon Xinyue's face was as pale as paper. He asked with a cry: "Honey, is it true that the ghost said he was going to kill us tonight? ”

I nodded my head, most of the spirits were cautious eyes, and had a particular vendetta, saying they were coming to kill us, and they would definitely come tonight.

After listening, Guan Sister, tears like pearls usually don't want money downstream, constantly begging me to save their family. She said that she had 80 old mothers, the youngest child was only 4 years old. If she and Brother Deng had any misfortunes, the old and the young would starve to death.

I was already upset. I was even more upset when I heard Guan's nagging.

I had to frown: “Sister Guan, stop messing around! Since the Yin said that none of them could escape, it was also my life, I would definitely do something about it. ”

Brother Guan stopped crying, but still leaned in Brother Deng's arms to smoke. I can hardly hear a woman crying, and this crying is even more disturbing.

I pushed the door open and said to Yin Xinyue: “Send Miss Guan and Brother Deng home first! I'll think of something. ”

Yin Xinyue said hello.

I was relieved when I saw Yin Xinyue leaving with Brother Guan and Brother Deng. I went to the roadside park to find a bench and sat there smoking.

Shortly after I lit the cigarette, a little fat man with blood came along.

“Dude, I'm a smoker. Can I smoke a cigarette?” Fatty asked me politely.

I tried to kick him out, but when I saw him under the street light, he nodded.

I took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked him, "What's his name? ”

“I forgot my name. They call me Brother Ping.” Fatty replied.

I plugged the lit cigarette, the filter down to the ground, and I said, "Brother Flat Head, here comes to smoke. ”

Immediately, the little fat man had a cigarette in his mouth.

Smoking procedures are so cumbersome because the little fat man is a lonely wild ghost roaming the streets, unable to get physical cigarettes and can only accept human confessions. I asked him his name just now, is to send this cigarette to him accurately, invite the ghost in the shadows to eat, just call the name of the ghost before he was born, and pour the offering on the ground, so that it can be delivered to him.

Anyway, I can't think of a good way to talk to this ghost for now!