Chapter 2850： Mortal life

The bells came early in the morning, shaking the sparse morning mist, and thousands of households opened their doors.

A new day begins, and the city bursts into life.

That night, Tang Zhen slept comfortably.

He hasn't slept for a long time, but now he has a chance to experience this feeling again.

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

"Yes, the house was cleaned very clean."

Tang Zhen said in a praised tone, and then looked at the corner of the room, where there was a dark shadow.

Seeing Tang Zhen look at himself, the dark shadow bowed to salute, and then disappeared silently.

There is a broom at the door, and the board is placed squarely, as regular 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 slit, and a breeze was slowly blowing into the room.

The weeds in the yard were also cleaned up without any omissions.

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, after all, it is the past, and now the owner is himself, and is qualified to decide the other party to stay.

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

After opening the door, a breeze blew, making people feel refreshed.

The neighbors widened their eyes and stared straight at Tang Zhen standing in the doorway, with an unabashed shock in his expression.

When did this haunted mansion have a new owner?

"Good morning, everyone!"

Tang Zhen said hello and slowly walked across the street, where there was also a noodle booth.

The aroma permeated the streets, and Tang Zhen swallowed, because he was already hungry.

This mortal body is so digestive that it feels hungry from time to time.

Appetite is also an enjoyment, Tang Zhen will let it go and taste the food on earth.

A bowl of thin noodles served with fried sauce, sprinkled with a spicy sauce, it will make you feel a fine sweat.

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

Tang Zhen smiled and said nothing. Of course, he knew what his neighbors thought and thought he was deceived into buying a ghost house.

Where do I know that I bought one get one free and got a servant sweeping the floor for free.

While he was eating, the short-bearded man hurried to see Tang Zhen who was eating.

He was so happy that he immediately took out a trading contract and was ready to complete the next transaction.

Tang Zhen didn't get any ink either. He signed and escorted and gave the rest of the house to the other party.

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

"Sick!"

The short-bearded man snorted, and didn't take these words into his heart at all, but laughed at Tang Zhen's lack of mind.

It is estimated that after a few days, I will regret crying and grab the ground.

On the way back, the short-bearded man bumped into a beggar and kicked him in disgust.

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

Unable to doubt, the short-bearded man returned home, but did not want to directly break his wife and commit adultery with a friend.

The short-bearded man was so angry that he picked up the door bolt and smashed it, and soon they fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing the murder, the short-bearded man was terrified and fled the scene.

But he didn't want to hurry and didn't pay attention to his clothes. It turned out to be stained with blood.

Originally because there were few people in the morning, he could have a chance to escape, but it was deserving of a man with a short beard. He encountered the beggar kicked away by him.

When the beggar saw that he was in a hurry, with a large fresh blood on his body, he immediately raised doubts in his heart.

It happened that the martial arts patrolman passed by, and the beggar immediately found the report and specified the identity of the short-bearded man.

The street martial artist received the report and immediately honked and tracked, and soon caught the short-bearded man.

Because of the beggar's report, the short-bearded man was arrested, and it is estimated that he could not escape.

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

It didn't take long for this thing to spread and became a conversation piece for the people in the city.

The words that Tang Zhen once said were remembered by his neighbors, and he couldn't help wondering.

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

He just reminded himself casually that he didn't care about the result. In fact, even if he made it clear, the short-bearded man would really believe it?

Good words can hardly persuade the **** ghost, Tang Zhen just wants to test how powerful the ordinary divination technique can be.

The results have proved that mortal divination is indeed not weak. In a word, life and death can be judged, and even the trend of the National Games can be seen.

This thing just happens casually, it can be said that afterwards it is forgotten, and is not at all worried.

After a circle on the street, I bought chai oil and salt, and the day passed.

At the same time, pen, ink, paper, and literati used things were continuously sent to the smithy.

Seeing people coming in and out constantly, the neighbor watched indifferently, want to see how long the new foreigner can live?

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

When I rest at night, I can sleep more peacefully.

Closing the door, the small courtyard became a world of its own.

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

Then he lifted a pen and dipped ink, and wrote a line of runes in his clothes, looking mysterious and weird.

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

After writing, Tang Zhen left the writing brush aside and turned to look at the corner.

"The clothes have been prepared for you. After you put them on, you will make a fire and iron. It is a pity that the blacksmith shop is deserted. You still have to keep it open.

If you don't want to do it, get out early, this is not your home. "

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

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

Soon these clothes were worn, and a tall figure appeared in the room, floating like no weight.

After a moment of silence, it bowed in salute to Tang Zhen and couldn't wait to reach the fire.

As the sickle struck, the coke in the furnace was ignited, and smoke rose from the long silent chimney.

Throw the iron ingot into the furnace, and when it burns red, the tall figure will continue to beat with a hammer.

Hearing the sound of iron strikes, neighbors froze at the same time, and the body began to tremble slightly.

They were familiar with this voice, and when the blacksmith was not dead, they banged like that every day.

In the blacksmith shop, which was originally called a ghost house, the sound of ironing again came, and anyone would feel wrong.

Neighbors are secretly guessing, will Tang Zhen's body be seen tomorrow morning?

Unexpectedly, the blacksmith shop, which had been closed for a long time, suddenly opened for business the next morning.

On the old weapon rack, there was a cold sword and sword, obviously new products just cast.

Tang Zhen sat inside the shop, looking at the neighbourhood neighbours who probed his brain with an innocent smile on his face.