Return from the second dimension

"Yeah, this blacksmith shop is open for business again?"

A group of street patrol fighters passed by and saw the blacksmith shop that was in business, and their faces were surprised.

Especially the captain, looking at the shop seriously, a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes.

The blacksmith here died bizarrely. He once surveyed the scene with him, and it was calculated that less than three years had passed.

Then it came out that the place was haunted, there was indeed noise at night, and the thieves vowed to declare that they had seen the blacksmith's injustice.

He had a nose and eyes, but it caused a panic, and the house could not be rented out.

When they pass this place on weekdays, they are also panicked and will not stay too much at all.

But I don't want to be inhabited in this haunted house today, and it seems that I have to return to the old business.

Due to limited responsibilities, it is natural to cross-examine.

"Young man, are you the owner of this shop?"

The captain looked at Tang Zhen with scrutiny in his eyes, and wanted to see if he had a problem.

It turned out that Tang Zhen's face was indifferent, and there was no cowardice of ordinary people facing martial artists, and a special temperament faintly exuded.

This young man is afraid it is not easy.

The captain was going to ask a few more questions. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the sound of iron strikes came from the shop.

The captain took a probe and saw a tall figure waving a hammer in the dark room.

The captain was suspicious, looking at this person's back, he was a little familiar, but why did it feel so weird?

After a closer look, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he quickly closed his eyes.

"It's all right, you are busy!"

The captain didn't want to look for anything, so he simply asked a few words, and then led the way and moved on.

After walking a certain distance, the captain breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead at the same time.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

The subordinate found an abnormality and asked curiously.

"Nothing, it's too hot."

The captain said casually, but his eyes were in a trance.

Hearing the words, his men looked at the sky suspiciously, just now the sun had just risen.

The captain returned to his soul. After hesitating for a while, he reminded his hands: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if it's okay, don't mess with that blacksmith shop."

Hearing the inexplicable warning from the captain, some of the hands were puzzled, but they still nodded.

They are not rookies, knowing that some people are uncomfortable, but thinking back to the owner of the blacksmith shop, there is really nothing special.

"Boss, just tell me what is going on?"

"Yeah, you make it clear, we might as well have a defense."

His hands were itchy, couldn't help but ask.

The captain frowned, looked at his men, took a deep breath and said, "You really want to know?"

After getting a definite answer, the captain looked around, then lowered his voice and said, "I said, don't be afraid. When I was talking with the boss just now, I saw the blacksmith in the forge.

Looking at his height, body shape and clothes, it is clear that he is the dead blacksmith, and definitely not someone else!"

Everyone's complexion changed at the same time. How could the blacksmith who had died clearly survived?

Ouch, let me go, this is haunted!

This thought flashed through my mind, coupled with the rumors in the past, cold sweat faintly broke out on everyone's foreheads.

"Um, boss, did you read it wrong?"

Hearing the question from his subordinates, the captain sneered and said in a faint tone: "You don't know how poisonous my eyes are. Even after ten or eight years, I can recognize each other from behind.

If I said that it was a dead blacksmith, there was definitely no problem, not to mention that I had not given the greatest evidence yet."

When the captain said this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he continued to say in a gloomy tone: "Not only does that figure look exactly like the blacksmith, but it also doesn't touch the ground with his feet, and there is no head on his neck!"

"hiss……"

Hearing the captain's words, everyone took a breath and subconsciously looked at the blacksmith's shop in the distance.

I don't know why, the original blacksmith's shop now looks gloomy.

"Captain, what should we do?"

A subordinate asked in a trembling tone that he was a survivor of the catastrophe that year, and he was extremely afraid of ghosts and gods.

After listening to the captain's narration, and then thinking about walking past the smithy every day, he felt trembling all over.

"What to do, avoid it, or why should I warn you."

When the captain said this, he shook his head again, and said in a helpless tone: "This is not a solution. If it doesn't work, you will spend money to buy amulets and report the matter to Zhen Fu.

If it is really dazzled, it would be great, but if it is true, Lao Tzu would rather not do this errand than stay in this street!"

A group of street patrol fighters drifted away, and the blacksmith's shop was still open, but it didn't sell a single item.

Tang Zhen didn't worry, he just read the book slowly, writing a few lines from time to time.

Those neighbours who secretly observed that there was no problem, slowly let go of their hanging hearts.

As for the sound of iron strikes in the blacksmith's shop, it should come from a new hired worker. There is not only one blacksmith in the world.

Maybe the other party bought the ghost house for the purpose of reopening a blacksmith shop and saving a lot of time.

With this kind of thought, the original fear has also been reduced a lot. It seems that I am really suspicious. Is it possible that he can still be haunted during the day?

They didn't know that there was indeed a ghost in the forge at this time.

When the sun fell on the west and the drums heard from the city gate, Tang Zhen slowly closed the gate of the shop.

Beside the red stove, a figure stood quietly, like a set of clothes being set up.

"Come on, have a drink."

The wine and dishes that Tang Zhen bought were smoked fish and bacon, some boiled beans in brine, and a jar of slightly muddy old wine.

The figure beside the stove heard the words, hesitated for a few seconds, and walked slowly to the table.

"sit."

Tang Zhen opened the wine jar, poured himself a bowl of old wine, and then filled the empty bowl opposite.

The empty clothes were shaking, and he sat on the chair, seeming to be staring at Tang Zhen.

If the neighbors saw this scene, they would be shocked and fearful, convinced that the forge was really haunted.

"Although you are a spirit body, you can absorb vitality, and you can also inhale incense and wine.

This way of ingesting is actually a special way of energy replenishment, transformation and absorption.

Ghosts will starve to death if they do not eat.

As for why it can’t absorb the energy of the heavens and the earth, it’s because the spirit body is born out of mind, which is a kind of feminine energy and its state is very unstable.

In this special state, if you want to absorb the energy of heaven and earth like a monk, you are looking for a dead end..."

Tang Zhen ignored the blacksmith he met, just said to himself, the content of what he said seemed a bit inexplicable.

But the clothes floating in the air on the other side trembled slightly, as if excited by Tang Zhen's words.

Tang Zhen didn't seem to see it. He drank the old wine and continued to say casually: "The ghost way is difficult to cultivate, but it may not be impossible to find another way, such as changing his form or simply entrusting objects to practice.

I have a set of formulas here. You will keep it in mind for me to be the wages for hiring you to work iron and cook..."

Perhaps it is from Dao to Jian, a mantra with no more than a hundred words, and the recitation is completed in a blink of an eye.

"Drunk, go to sleep!"

After three bowls of old wine, Tang Zhen stood up swayingly, returned to the bedroom and fell asleep.

Sleeping after eating and drinking, such a relaxed life is simply very pleasant.

The figure at the table was silent for a long time, then stood up and knelt and knocked three times in front of Tang Zhen's bedroom.