Chapter 104: Left 0 households (three / four)

Hearing the noise from the next store, it closed for a day, and it seemed to finally open.
Founder looked at the next store curiously.
He was very curious about what kind of shop owner he would open the shop to this unpopular ghost street.
In particular, it is closed during the day and sleeps, and it opens at night when people are quiet at night.
However, when Founder saw the shop owner, he almost pulled out the ghost knife and slashed towards the shop owner.
This is a man with pale skin, like a young man in his thirties who has not seen the sun in a coffin for a hundred years.
But this is not the key, the key is!
Lifeless.
Death spread all over.
Unlike Mr. Fu, there was still a faint yang, and the man in front of him was dead.
This is clearly a dead body.
But the dead body not only moved in the city, but also opened a shop next to Mr. Fu.
If it weren't for the last point, Founder had already raised the knife and cut it up.
But Founder did not relax at this time, secretly alerting the weak and angry man.
"Well, are you the temporary worker that Mr. Fu has recruited?" The other party took the initiative to enter the nether shop and greeted Fangzheng.
Founder is still alert.
Ready to go wrong at any time, immediately cut it up with a ghost head knife.
"Don't Mr. Fu tell you about my identity?" The pale, thirty-year-old man's face seemed slightly surprised.
Founder still looked a little indifferent and didn't speak.
"Under the formal self-introduction, I'm right next to the Mingdian. You can call me. I like the setting of the left-thousand households in Liao Zhai Zhiyi. I have a blood-red heart, and I am so energetic. Call me Zuoqianhu. "The man stretched out five fingers as long and perfect as a girl and introduced himself, seeming to shake hands with Founder to express his goodwill.
Thousand households?
The man who claimed to be Zuo Qianhu asked with great interest: "I still don't know what you call your little brother?"
Founder: "Little brother is not talented, knows autumn leaves."
Zuo Qianhu, Zhiqiu Yiye, this is a proper way to remake the ghost of the Chinese girl II.
"Brother Yiye."
"Brother Zuo."
Fang Zheng shook hands with each other in a shallow grip, and then immediately pulled his hands, hissing, so cold, it was like holding a piece of ice for thousands of years.
"Brother Ning, you opened the store in this old street, can you have business?" Founder asked out of curiosity.
The man wondered: "Who said I opened the shop?"
"I think your shop signboard is a shop?" Founder wondered. Since you don't open a shop, then there is a signboard of Xinhua shop. Isn't this a sheep's head selling dog meat?
"Oh, you said that signboard, it was hung before the last store was transferred. I feel that there is no business in this place. It is wasteful and unnecessary to remake a store signboard, so I have never changed In fact, I sell ancestral handicrafts. "The man said with a humorous smile.
But Fang Zheng didn't feel humorous, but instead felt that this old street is full of abnormal people, right?
Selling handicrafts?
It is located in a remote place, and it is not a tourist area. There is not even a ghost. Sell a ghost?
After chatting for a few minutes, the man began to say goodbye to the shop.
I saw this is a shop with very simple furnishings, and all the wood carvings are sold in the shop. These wood carvings are perfect crafts.
Wear away the restlessness, calm people's hearts, and discard distractions.
The wood carving itself is the way of meditation, cultivation, and cultivation of the mind.
There are shop signs hanging outside, in fact, this is a wood carving shop of handicrafts.
The owner of the wood carving shop sat down again in front of the workbench, his long fingertips gently rubbing the carving knife, and there was a meaningful smile in his eyes.
"This young man is interesting."
"Much more interesting than the dull Mr. Fu"
Afterwards, the owner of the wood carving shop began to make one knife at a time.
Seeing the man who claimed to be Zuo Qianhu left, Founder looked at his thoughts.
The other party is indeed a dead man.
But being able to get along with Mr. Fu as a neighbor is very strange. And according to Zhang Tufu ’s jealousy, let him see the character of someone who was chopped with corpse oil as the soul lamp. It is estimated that if there is a ghost in this street, I am afraid that it will have been cut with a knife.
But on the contrary, it is peaceful in front of you. Is it true that this Zuo Qianhu is also his own?
Mr. Fu and Zhang Tufu always knew each other's existence.
Or another person who is also called the system?
Founder rubbed his temples, thinking of a headache.
Originally, he thought it was just a temporary job this time, but the first day he let him meet a dead neighbor, it was really a hell.
Since everyone is their own, Founder no longer has to work hard to think about the relationship, and begins to self-practise the third layer of Yi Jin Xi Jing.
With today's cultivation progress, it will be possible to practice to the third level of consummation tomorrow.
When you are tired of training, you will change your mind to the spiritual martial arts, the ape meditation.
The two circulate and rotate with each other, and it's not boring.
Overnight.
Not even a business, tonight's vigil, zero income.
Without the pressure of performance appraisal, Fang Zheng is not at all anxious about creating zero income on the first day. Three feet of ice is not a cold day, even if he is 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 has already quietly checked, there is no monitor in the store, so he is not afraid of leaking martial arts.
It doesn't matter if it is seen.
He practiced some martial arts with the smallest range of movements in the Hades. Without practising King Kong in the Hades, the martial arts with large movements such as alohan and wood-burning swords were not damaged, and no outsiders could see any fame. As long as you don't take out human skin scriptures outside, these are small details.
So until almost before dawn, Mr. Zuo, the owner of the wood carving shop next door, took the initiative to say hello to Fang Zheng and closed the door to stop business.
Open only at night ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Since I think that Mr. Zuo is also his own, Founder has not been too hostile to it. Although he is still vigilant, he has been able to live in harmony.
Founder politely said goodbye and watched Mr. Zuo returning to the shop next door.
When dawn fell, the sky and earth soon dawned, and in a very short time, the sky and earth shone brightly, and the east sun shining through the golden clouds, this uninhabited ghost street, there were gradually one or two old men running in the morning .
Founder took advantage of the sunrise, when the vitality was most vigorous, and hurriedly changed to Jiuyang Qi.
After one or two hours, Founder closed the Mingdian and was also preparing to live in the community first.
He plans to take the small skull to the nether shop today.
Leaving the little skeleton alone at home always makes him a little worried about what will happen.
Today there are only three shifts, one chapter owed, sorry. Well, the debt must be repaid.