Chapter 104 Left Thousand Households

Hearing the sound of the bookstore next door, it seemed that it was finally opening after a day of closing.

Fang Zheng looked at the bookstore next door curiously.

He was very curious what kind of bookstore owner would drive the bookstore to this unpopular ghost street.

In particular, it was closed during the day to sleep, and only opened at night when it was quiet.

However, when Fang Zheng saw the owner of the bookstore, he almost pulled out the Ghost head knife and slashed at the owner of the bookstore.

It was a young man in his thirties with pale skin, like a man who had not seen the sun for a hundred years in a coffin.

But that's not the point. The point is!

Dead.

Death was spreading all over him.

Unlike Mr. Fu, who still had a faint yang qi, the man in front of him was dead from beginning to end.

This was clearly a dead body.

But the corpse not only moved around the city, but also opened a bookstore next to Mr. Fu.

If it weren't for the last point, Fang Zheng would have cut it with a knife.

However, Fang Zheng did not relax at this time and was secretly vigilant against this scholarly man.

"Hey, you're the new temp Mr. Fu hired?" The other party actually took the initiative to enter the underworld and greet Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng's eyes remained vigilant.

Whenever something went wrong, he immediately used the Ghost head knife to chop it up.

"Didn't Mr. Fu tell you about my identity?" The pale man in his thirties seemed slightly surprised.

Fang Zheng still looked a little cold and did not speak.

"Officially, I'm next door to the Underworld shop. You can call me... Well, I prefer the Zuo qianhu character set in" strange tales from a lonely studio." I have a blue blood heart, a long life, and I won't regret dying for the country... You can call me Zuo qianhu." The man stretched out his perfect fingers like a girl and introduced himself as if to shake hands with Fang Zheng to show his goodwill.

Zuo qianhu?

The man who called himself Zuo qianhu asked with interest, "I don't know what you call little brother."

Fang Zheng: "My little brother is not talented. He knows the autumn leaves."

Zuo qianhu, zhiqiu yiye, this is a proper remake of the beautiful woman ghost ii, the right way on earth...

"Brother yiye."

"Brother zuo."

Fang Zheng shook hands with the other party briefly, then immediately withdrew his hand. Hiss, it was so cold, it was like holding a thousand years of ice.

"Brother ning, you opened the bookstore here in Old street. Can you do business?" Fang Zheng asked out of curiosity.

The man said in surprise, "Who said I was running a bookstore?"

"I think your shop sign is a bookstore?" Fang Zheng wondered, since you didn't open the bookstore, then hung the xinhua bookstore signboard, this is not to sell dog meat.

"Oh, you said that sign. It was hung before the last store was transferred. I feel that the store is open in this place and there is no business. It is wasteful and unnecessary to make a new shop sign, so I haven't changed it. In fact, I sell ancestral handicrafts." The man boasted that he was humorous and funny.

But Fang Zheng didn't feel funny. Instead, he felt that this old street wasn't full of abnormal people, was it?

Selling handicrafts?

This place is located in the remote, not a tourist area, not even a ghost, sell a ghost?

After a few minutes of chatting, the man began to say goodbye and return to the shop.

It was a shop with simple furnishings, and all the wood carvings in the shop were perfect.

It soothes the nerves, soothes the heart, and banishes distractions.

The wood carving itself is a way of cultivating one's mind, calming one's heart, and nourishing one's heart.

There was a bookstore sign hanging outside. In fact, it was a wood carving shop for handicrafts.

The owner of the wood carving shop sat down again in front of the work table, his slender fingers gently stroking the carving knife, his eyes filled with a meaningful smile.

"This young man... Interesting."

"Much more interesting than the dull Mr. Fu..."

Then, the owner of the wood carving shop began to carve one knife after another.

Seeing the man who claimed to be Zuo qianhu leave, Fang Zheng looked thoughtful.

The other party was indeed a dead man.

But being able to live in peace with Mr. Fu as a neighbor was very strange. And according to Butcher zhang's hatred for evil, he saw that someone used body oil as a guiding light to cut it. If he knew that there was a ghost on this street, he would have cut it already.

On the contrary, there was peace in front of them... Could it be that this Zuo qianhu is one of his own?

Mr. Fu and Butcher zhang had always known each other existed.

Or to use another name... Someone from the system?

Fang Zheng rubbed his temples and felt a headache.

Originally, he thought it was just a temporary job, but the first day he met a dead neighbor, it was really... Damn it.

Since everyone was his own, Fang Zheng stopped bothering about the relationship and began to cultivate the third level of the Tendons And Marrow Washing.

With today's training schedule, we can probably reach the third level of the Great perfection tomorrow.

If you get tired of practicing, you should practice your spiritual martial arts, Demon ape meditation.

The two of them circulated and rotated each other, not boring.

A quiet night.

Not even a single business deal. Tonight's vigil, zero income.

Without the pressure of a performance review, Fang Zheng was not at all anxious about creating zero income on his first day. It was not a day's cold, even if he was in a hurry. On the contrary, he felt that such a quiet day was not bad, and did not delay his cultivation at all.

He had already secretly checked that there were no surveillance cameras in the Underworld shop, so he was not afraid to reveal his martial arts.

Even if it was seen, it was nothing.

What he trained in the Underworld shop were the martial arts with the smallest range of movements. He did not practice the martial arts with the largest range of movements, such as "King kong not bad arhan," and" 狙." As long as you don't take out the Human Skin scriptures outside, these are small details.

Until dawn, Zuo Xiansheng, the owner of the wood carving store next door, took the initiative to say hello to Fang Zheng and closed the door.

Only open at night.

Ever since Fang Zheng realized that Zuo Xiansheng was one of his own, he no longer held much animosity towards him. Although he still had some vigilance, he was able to live in harmony.

Fang Zheng politely said goodbye and looked thoughtfully at Zuo Xiansheng as he returned to the store next door.

When dawn came, the sky and earth soon broke into daybreak, and within a short period of time, the sky and earth were bright. The light of the east sun shone down through the golden clouds, and one or two elderly joggers had gradually appeared in this deserted deserted ghost street.

Fang Zheng took advantage of the sunrise to change to Nine yang true qi.

An hour or two later, Fang Zheng closed the Underworld shop and was ready to return to the neighborhood.

He planned to bring little skull to the Underworld shop today.

Leaving the little skeleton alone at home always made him a little worried about what might happen.

[ I only have three notes today. I owe one chapter. I'm sorry. Well, I have to pay the debt. ]

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