Return from the second dimension

In the early morning, there was the sound of bells, and the sparse morning fog shook, and thousands of houses opened their doors for the first time.

At the beginning of a new day, the city exploded with vitality.

Tang Zhen slept very comfortably this night.

He hasn't slept for a long time, and now incarnate as a mortal, he has the opportunity to experience this feeling again.

Stretching a lazy waist, Tang Zhen turned over and got out of bed, then looked around.

"Yes, the house is very clean."

Tang Zhen said in a complimenting tone, and then looked at the corner of the room where a dark shadow faintly existed.

Seeing Tang Zhen looking at him, the dark shadow bowed and saluted, and then disappeared silently.

There is a broom at the door, and the board is placed upright, as neat as other tools.

The room was originally filled with a stale smell, but now it has disappeared. It turned out that the window was opened with a small slit, and a breeze was slowly blowing into the room.

The weeds in the yard were also cleaned up, and there was nothing left out.

This made Tang Zhen very satisfied, considering whether to upgrade the other party to a servant, responsible for daily cleaning and washing.

Although it used to be the owner of this house, it is in the past after all. Today's owner is himself, who is qualified to decide whether the other party will stay.

It's not impossible to stay, but you have to work hard and you don't need to raise idle ghosts here.

After pushing open the door, a gust of breeze blew in, making people feel refreshed.

The neighbors around him opened their eyes wide and stared at Tang Zhen who was standing at the door, with a touch of undisguised shock in his expression.

When will this haunted house have a new owner?

"Everyone, good morning!"

Tang Zhen greeted him and walked slowly across the street, where there was also a noodle stall.

The scent filled the streets, making Tang Zhen swallow his saliva, because he was already hungry.

This mortal body is really good for digestion, and it will feel hungry from time to time.

Appetite is also enjoyment, so Tang Zhen let it go and tasted the delicacies of the world.

A bowl of fine noodles with fried sauce, sprinkled with a handful of spicy condiments, will make you sweat after eating.

The noodle stall owner looked at Tang Zhen and asked curiously. After learning that he had just bought the opposite house, his expression became a little weird.

Tang Zhen smiled without saying a word. Of course he knew what the neighbors thought, thinking that he had been tricked into buying a ghost house.

How did you know that I was buying one get one free, and I got a sweeping servant for free.

While eating, the short-bearded man hurried over and saw Tang Zhen eating.

He was overjoyed and immediately took out a transaction contract, ready to complete the next transaction.

Tang Zhen didn't write any ink, signed and drew, and handed over the remaining room payment to the other party.

When the short-bearded man was about to leave, Tang Zhen suddenly stopped him and said in a light tone: "If you encounter a beggar on the road, don't go home early, so you can avoid the disaster."

"Get sick!"

The short-bearded man snorted coldly, didn't take these words to heart at all, but mocked Tang Zhen's brainlessness.

It is estimated that after a few days, I will cry for regret.

On the way back, the short-bearded man encountered a beggar begging and kicked him away in disgust.

After returning to the shop, the short-bearded man always felt uneasy, and Tang Zhen's words flashed in his mind from time to time.

Unable to contain his doubts, the short-bearded man returned home, but he didn't want to directly break his wife's adultery with a friend.

The short-bearded man was going mad with anger, picked up the door bolt and smashed it, and soon the two fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing the murder committed, the short-bearded man was terrified and quickly fled the scene of the crime.

But I didn't want to pay attention to my clothes because I was in a hurry. It turned out that there was a large blood stain on it.

Originally, because there were few people in the morning, there was a chance to escape, but the short-bearded man was unlucky and ran into the beggar who was kicked away by him.

The beggar saw him walking hurriedly with a foul face and a large piece of fresh blood on his body, and immediately raised doubts in his heart.

Just as the warrior who patrolled the street passed by, the beggar immediately reported the discovery and identified the man with short beard.

The street patrol warrior received the report and immediately honked his whistle to track down, and soon caught the short-bearded man.

Because of the beggar's report, the man with short beard was arrested, and it is estimated that he will not escape death.

If he was willing to give alms, he might have escaped a catastrophe, but he did not do it.

It didn't take long for this incident to spread, and it became an afterthought for the people in the city.

The neighbors remembered what Tang Zhen had said, and they couldn't help but be surprised.

As for Tang Zhen himself, he didn't care at all.

He just reminded him casually, he didn't care about the result. In fact, even if he made it clear, would a man with short beard really believe it?

Good words are hard to persuade the damn ghost, Tang Zhen just wants to test how powerful ordinary divination can be.

The results have proved that mortal divination is indeed not weak, a word can tell life and death, and even see through the trend of national fortune.

This matter is just casual, it can be said that it is forgotten afterwards, and it is not haunting.

Went around the street and bought back firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the day passed.

At the same time, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as things used by literati, were continuously sent to the forge.

Seeing people coming in and out constantly, the neighbors watched indifferently, wanting to see how long this new foreigner could live?

In fact, in their hearts, they also hope that Tang Zhen can live longer, which proves that the blacksmith shop has restored peace.

When resting at night, I can sleep more peacefully.

Close the door, and the courtyard becomes a world of its own.

Tang Zhen opened the original owner's wardrobe, took out a set of well-used clothes from it, and placed them on the table.

Then he picked up a pen and dipped the ink, and wrote a line of runes in the clothes, which looked mysterious and strange.

After finishing the clothes, write about pants and shoes, and a pair of animal skin gloves.

After he finished writing, Tang Zhen threw the brush aside and turned to look at the corner next to him.

"The clothes have been prepared for you. After putting them on, I will lighten the fire and strike the iron. It is a pity that this blacksmith shop is deserted, and it must continue to operate.

If you don't want to do it, get out early, this is no longer your home."

After Tang Zhen finished speaking, he walked slowly into the small courtyard and lay on a chair.

The tall figure hidden in the corner slowly walked to the table, tentatively grabbing the clothes and pants.

Soon these clothes were put on, and a tall figure appeared in the room, floating around as if weightless.

After a moment of silence, it bowed to Tang Zhen and walked to the stove impatiently.

As the scythe struck, the coke in the stove was ignited, and smoke rose from the long-silent chimney.

Throw the iron ingot into the stove, and when it burned red, the tall figure swung the hammer and knocked it continuously.

Hearing the sound of iron strikes, the neighbors around him were taken aback at the same time, and his body began to tremble slightly.

They are very familiar with this sound. When the blacksmith was not dead, he kept beating like this every day.

In the blacksmith shop that was originally called the ghost house, there was the sound of iron strikes again, and anyone would feel that something was wrong.

The neighbors are secretly guessing whether they will see Tang Zhen's body tomorrow morning?

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, the long-closed blacksmith shop suddenly opened for business.

On the old weapon rack, there is a gleaming long sword war knife, which is obviously a new product that has just been cast.

Tang Zhen sat in the shop, looking at the neighbors in the neighbourhood who were looking outside, with a harmless smile on his face.