C47 Business

It smelled a little like a mixture of formalin and paper money. It didn't smell too bad, but it made people feel depressed, as if they had really become dead.

I'm a little impressed by that slut. He can still persevere in dressing up after smelling this smell every day. He's really strong enough. But then again, perhaps he really felt that this was the unique scent of a famous brand …

I let out a long sigh of relief and silently thought in my heart, "It's not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." Bold enough to go. "

I walked under the awning, for the time being free from the worries of being drenched by the rain. I looked around and saw hundreds and thousands of ghosts. I didn't see Grandpa Gu and didn't know where to start.

I thought for a while, then braced myself and walked in front of a bean curd stall. "Do you know Grandpa Gu?"

The bean curd stall owner lowered his head and completely ignored me.

My heart was thumping, but if I didn't find Grandpa Gu, then it would be a waste of my time. Thus, I braced myself and asked, "Excuse me, do you know …"

The stall owner raised his head and glanced at me. He coldly said, "I don't know."

Then he lowered his head.

I thought, "The people here are not enthusiastic. "How are you going to do business here?"

I was about to leave when the stall owner raised his head again and said, "Wait a minute."

I stopped and looked at him warily. "What's wrong?"

The stall owner looked at me from head to toe, then from foot to head. "How long have you been dead?" he whispered to me.

My heart skipped a beat. Why did he ask these irrelevant questions?

This isn't the first time I've seen such a thing. I know there are a lot of ways to go inside, and if I'm not careful I'll fall for it. "He's been dead for a few days."

The stall owner nodded and said to me, "Grandpa Gu, it's the antique dealer, right?"

The stall owner said with a smile, "He is a strange person. All day long in and out of our rainy market, I'm very happy. "

I laughed dryly. "So, where is he?"

The stall owner patted the bench beside him and said, "Sit down first. I'll tell you after you eat a bowl of my tofu brain."

I scratched my head. "I won't be eating the tofu brain. I'm anxious to find someone. I …."

The stall owner's face instantly turned cold, "Young Master, if you don't eat my tofu brain, then why should I tell you the news?"

Seeing that the booth owner was about to get angry, I could only say, "How much is that tofu brain of yours?"

The stall owner said, "It's cheap. A dollar for a big bowl. "

"Renminbi?"

The stall owner said, "The money of the living and the money of the dead are both fine."

Puzzled, I asked, "A ghost collects money from living people?"

The stall owner said impatiently, "Are you going to eat or not?"

I had to sit down.

After I sat on the stool, I noticed that the other vendors were a little strange and were staring straight at me. The indifferent expression on his face was no longer the same as before. He was even looking at the tofu stall owner with a bit of envy.

When did I become so popular?

The vendor's hands and feet were nimble. Very soon, a bowl of tofu brains was filled up. I took out a dollar and gave it to the stall owner.

The stall owner happily received it and said, "Youngster, that's right. If he failed in the business, then he would be considered a good friend if he succeeded in buying and selling. "Since you're a good friend, you should ask me about something. I will definitely tell you."

I nodded.

At that moment I noticed that the other vendors had lowered their heads again, as if they had suddenly lost interest in me.

I thought: Is it possible to make friends in this place one on one? I became the friend of the bean curd stall owner, and others reject me?

The stall owner said, "Youngster, how about you try my cooking skills? To tell you the truth, even when I was alive, I was a tofu brain. "

His tofu brain was cold, without a trace of heat, and if I took a closer look at it, I could even see the smell of paper money. This thing should be a sacrifice on the grave.

I felt nauseous. I bitterly smiled and said, "I'm not hungry. I've already paid for it. Can you tell me about Grandpa Gu's matter?"

The stall owner scratched his head awkwardly, "If you are unwilling to drink my tofu brain, then this friend of yours is not sincere. I …"

Before he could finish his words, a wave of curses came from behind me, "Awesome, you still have the guts to eat here. Did you bully my sister just now? "If you don't lose money, I'll let you see blood today."

I turned my head and saw that Little Tang Wei and three men were aggressively running towards me.

I was stunned for a moment before I suddenly understood what was going on. The three of them had followed me to the Rain City.

Looking at their arrogant expressions, it was as though they didn't know where they were. I went over to warn them, but one of the men swung his fist at me.

I hastily took a step back while the Little Tang Wei picked up the tofu brain on the table and smashed it towards me.

Fortunately, I dodged it in time. Otherwise, I would have been in a terrible state today.

The three men were quite destructive as they picked up tables and chairs and started to smash them on me. I stepped back, but still took a blow to the arm.

At this time, the bean curd stall owner could no longer bear it. He shouted out, "Four little brats, are you courting death?"

After Little Tang Wei heard this, she immediately became angry: "Old man, I think you are tired of living? A country bumpkin, who was he scolding? Do you know who my father is? "

Just as the bean curd stall owner was about to explode in anger, the other stall owners ran over one after another. One of the old women hugged Little Tang Wei tightly and said with an apologetic smile, "Miss, don't lower yourself to the same level as him. I have a bracelet, do you want to take a look?"

Little Tang Wei looked at her in disgust: "What smell do you have? Don't touch me. "

The woman then retracted her hand and embarrassedly said, "The bracelet is really pretty. Take a look."

The other vendors took the remaining three men and invited them away. Some wanted to sell to them to use, some wanted to sell to them to play. These things were all of high quality and low quality. It was so fun that no one was willing to part with it. It was so cheap that it was practically picked up for free.

I sighed, thinking: These four people are really stupid, this place is full of ghosts, they can't see?

However, after thinking about it, even if he could see through it, what could he do? [I knew it. You have to pretend not to see it, don't you?

The owner of the bean curd stall said unhappily, "Now that's good. My tofu brain has been completely scattered. You didn't even eat it in the end."

I laughed dryly and said, "No need to eat, just tell me where Grandpa Gu is."

I don't know how many times I've asked him this, but if this person still tries to shirk responsibility, I've decided to turn around and leave to find someone else to ask.

The tofu stall owner sighed and said, "Forget it, since you want to find Old Gu so much, I'll bring you there. Follow me."

I nodded and followed behind the tofu stall owner.

I noticed that he did not follow the path, but walked under it into the middle of the ruined village.

Curious, I asked the tofu stall owner, "Are there people in this village as well?"

The owner of the bean curd stall said, "If we go further in the road outside, we will reach the Road to River Styx. On the path to the Yellow Springs, there was no turning back. Everyone refused to go forward, so they had to build a house by the side of the road, and as time went on, it became a village. "

I nodded and stopped talking.

I followed the stall owner as we walked further and further away from the village. In the end, there were only the two of us in the alley. I began to feel a little uneasy.

When the stall owner walked, he was as light as a feather. His feet lightly touched the ground, causing him to float far away. Although I tried to tread lightly, I could not help but feel the rustle of footsteps.

Fortunately, the stall owner didn't seem to notice my question and kept walking with his head down.

Not long after, I suddenly felt something uncomfortable on my back, as if there was something there. I reached out to touch it, but nothing happened.

I frowned and thought for a moment. Then, I suddenly stopped and turned my head.

Behind him was an empty alley. There was no one there.

Seeing me stop, the stall owner curiously asked, "What's wrong?"

I smiled. "It's fine. The shoelaces have been opened."

I squatted down to tie my shoelaces, while the stall owner impatiently waited for me. I tightened the laces of my shoes and said to the stall owner, "Let's go."

It's still the booth owner in front, I'm in the back. As I walked, I fumbled with the wad of paper in my hand.

When I turned my head, I didn't see anyone, but I saw a ball of paper roll around the corner and land at my feet.

I didn't know who had thrown it, or what was written on it, but I knew it was for me.

While the stall owner wasn't paying attention, I looked down at the wad of paper. The words inside were sloppy: Close your right eye when you look in the mirror.

I wondered: what was this nonsense?

"What's wrong?" the stall owner suddenly asked me.

Startled, I looked up and saw that we were in front of a small yard.

I chuckled dryly and said to the stall owner, "It's alright, I was just thinking about Grandpa Gu."

The stall owner made a sound of acknowledgement and pushed the door open. The door opened with a creak.

He pointed to the courtyard. "Go in."

I stood outside the door and took a look. The small courtyard looked like a human courtyard, but I felt uncomfortable all over. Then I realized it was the shape of the yard. Too narrow and too long. It was like an enlarged coffin.

The stall owner said, "This is my house."

I was shocked, "I want to find Grandpa Gu. Why are you here?"

The stall owner chuckled and said to me, "Old Gu is my guest here. You can see him when you come."

I felt like ninety percent of the time he was lying. But I'm in a maze of ghost villages. What can I do?

The stall owner walked towards me step by step. He suddenly extended his hand to grab my arm and said, "Come on, Old Gu is waiting for you inside."