Otherworldly Merchant

The circuit was recently repaired, and the power went out that night, and the whole antique street was dark.

I'm used to opening after midnight, with or without people sitting alone until dawn.

I lit two candles on the table and continued to study the Scriptures of the Shadow.

Though the Shadow Book is only a few thousand words short, the content is exceptionally deep, and I barely finished reading it until today.

I stretched out my lazy waist and was about to grab a cup to drink. At this time, I didn't know where to get a cold breeze. I whistled the candle over and fell on the scripture.

Although the Shadow Scripture is made of iron, I am not afraid of wax oil burning, but I can't help but hurry and wipe my hands.

However, when I wiped it and looked at it again, I stunned for a moment.

Where the candles fall, that's the end of the scroll!

It says here: "Yin is the Yang, Yang is the Yin, the Original Man, two volumes open. ”

When I first saw this sentence, I was a little strange. How did you get a second volume? Is that just part of it? Where's the second volume?

But at this point, because I was anxious to wipe the wax oil, I took down the Scripture-Wen, and I looked back, and it was like, "Turn on volume two. ”

Turns out it's the second volume!

I forcibly suppressed joy, and I read a few more passages, and it turns out that --

The first volume of the Yin Dynasty Book is the first. It talks about the world's strange Yin Dynasty. It is unpredictable; but the second volume is the reverse. It teaches Zhengzi's Eight Scriptures to the Yang, in order to break all evil.

That's it!

In dealing with the father of Satan, the predecessor of the Grey Pigeon once said a similar saying: “The spell is still the same spell. If you change the order, you can still kill the demons. ”

It seems that the Scripture of the Shadow is truly the inheritance treasure of the Shadow Gate. There is such a wonderful trick in it!

I was delighted at the moment, but I couldn't help but read tiredly and continued to read it.

Pfft, pfft...

At this moment, there was a huge rush of footsteps outside the door, and listening to it came straight to my store door.

“Well, who's gonna be in the middle of the night?” I immediately became suspicious.

Although I know that the Eight Famous Famous Guards are quietly guarding me in a corner I don't know, no matter what kind of master comes, I can't lift any wind waves, but I can't take it lightly. Moreover, such an important and precious Scripture of the Shadow must not be lost.

As soon as I thought about it, I put the Shadow Book in my arms and pinched the invisible needle with one hand.

That footstep is getting louder and louder.

Puffing through, the store door opened wide, and a man came in in in a shadow.

I shook my wrist and the invisible needle flew straight out!

But at the last moment, I forcibly deflected from the shadow and rubbed it against her throat.

'Cause I found this guy crashing in, but when she walked in, she actually knelt down.

This is a young girl in her twenties, with short hair dyed red, big chunky earrings on her ears, silver rings on her nose, extremely avant-garde clothes, and a wild smell all over her body.

Looking at her in this outfit, she should be a non-mainstream little sister, or an alternative art youth.

It is only logical that such a person, both male and female, should be born to disbelieve in evil and have extraordinary courage.

But at this time, she was trembling, trembling irresistibly, and the metal on her body hit the ground from time to time, making a loud noise. There was no blood on his extremely beautiful face, a pale, frightened face, tears rolling down his face, only one shoe on his feet, and the other didn't know where it had fallen.

“Who are you?” I asked surprised.

The girl also seemed scared by a silver needle that rubbed her throat, listened to me, this woke God, and then fell on the ground, knocking and knocking and kowtowing. Shivering and shouting in horror: "Master Zhang... help me, help me... please, help me! ”

I looked at her quietly for a while, and she wasn't supposed to be pretending, so I walked over and held her back and said, “What are you doing? Get up first. ”

As a result, the girl insisted on not getting up and had to kneel down to say that I had no choice but to leave her alone.

She fought for half a day, so she spoke intermittently.

Turns out her name is Qin Na, she's a rock painter and amateur racing guitar player.

Well, it's a strange mix of professions and hobbies, but that's how she introduced herself.

She is now experiencing an incredibly weird and incredible thing...

When she eats, the meal in the bowl slowly disappears, and she falls all over the table. Friends joke about her and ask her when she puts a hole in her mouth. But she knows she didn't eat it!

When she took a bath, the faucet sprayed water, but it fell on her, spraying everywhere.

When she sleeps, she will feel more than one person around her, and she will feel the cold feeling of being touched, but she will not see anything.

Worse still, when she looks in the mirror, there will be one more person in the mirror.

A woman with a beard, pale face, half a truncated heel in one eye and a bloody face grinned at her.

She began to think she had a nervous problem, went to a shrink, but when she left, the shrink jumped and killed herself.

She told her best friend that the next day her girlfriend was in a car accident and her whole upper body was smashed and she couldn't even spell a full face...

She doesn't dare to talk to anyone about this right now. She lives in extreme fear every day and tries to kill herself several times!

Finally, on an occasional occasion, I heard my name, saying that the shop at the end of an antique street could solve all the weird things in the world, and I came to the door.

Just now, when she got out of the car, she saw the scary to extreme woman's face again from the reverse mirror, and the sound of high heels stepping on the floor slowly drifted from behind her.

She was so freaked out that she didn't even know she had dropped a shoe.

I couldn't help but be stunned at what she said. Something is wrong with this situation!

But if something dirty is contaminated, it's nothing more than strange. At best, it's just human life. But how can it be so vicious?

After she finished her mouth, her emotions gradually calmed down.

“Have you come into contact with anything strange lately? I mean older objects, or things of unknown origin.” I thought about it, and I could only start with the scrotum to see if she had touched anything.

“No.” She shook her head with certainty: "My clothes and what I use at home are brands bought from boutiques, not even street stalls, and I'm even less interested in these antiques. ”

“How long have these weird things been happening? Or, maybe, since when?” I made two cups of tea and sat in front of her and asked.