Wangxiang Building on the bank of the Yinsi Lechuan River is an ordinary commercial building specializing in wine and food in the underworld. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Early in the morning, the shopkeeper had just opened the door to do business, and a person came around from behind the pillar next to the door, "Are there any buns for sale?" ”

"Yes!" The shopkeeper was sleepy-eyed and startled by the sudden words, and when he looked at it, this person was less than 1.6 meters tall, with a huge straw hat on his head covering most of his body, and he looked neat and neat in black, and he should be a half-grown child.

"Guest officer, please!" The shopkeeper has been greeting customers here for thousands of years, and he has seen more people than he has ever eaten, but today, this little child, he has an indescribable strangeness in his heart.

Staring at the young man's feet walking into the house, the shopkeeper shook his head in confusion, but he was also light and vigorous, and he landed silently, which met the standard configuration of ghosts, but why couldn't he smell death on him?

The young man chose a table by the window and sat down, and when he saw that the shopkeeper was still standing at the door, he was stunned, and his tone was a little dissatisfied, "Please bring a plate of vegetarian buns." ”

Get! The suspicious shopkeeper hurriedly withdrew his eyes and looked at him, not only did the young man not speak well, but he actually used the Divine Sense Nail on him just now, it seems that he is a high-level ghost he can't afford to provoke, so it is better to be careful.

In less than half a minute, a plate of vegetarian buns with crystal clear skin and rich fillings was served.

This is the Yin Si, naturally there is no heat, but the cold vegetarian bun actually exudes a strong aroma of wheat and fresh vegetables, the young man's belly "gurgles" and chirps, rubbing his hands excitedly, through the straw hat, the shop guy can feel that the child's eyes must be shining, drooling.

Originally, Wangxianglou's vegetarian buns only supply 1,000 a day, like him, who was waiting to open the door to come in and eat steamed buns before, but it has not been much in the past year or two, because there is also a commercial building at the other end of the Nai He Bridge, and it is said that vegetarian buns are also supplied inside, and the taste should not be bad, otherwise Wangxianglou's business will not be divided so much.

"Well, it's delicious!" Although the boy hated being stared at by the shopkeepers, he didn't care about scolding him at the moment, and let him watch it, and he wouldn't lose a piece of meat if he saw it.

"The guest officer is so good, the first pot of steamed buns in Wangxianglou is made of the first drop of morning dew and noodles in the East China Sea, and the stuffing made of the first young leaf of the southern wilderness shepherd's cabbage, which not only has good shape and taste, but also contains the purest aura.

"Oh? And such a miracle effect? Then hurry up and pack a few copies for me, I will take them to Shizu to taste, he has been constipated recently. The huge straw hat tossed and turned, which was enough to show that the boy was really enjoying this delicious vegetarian bun, but his words almost choked the shopkeeper.

"Well, the guest officer doesn't know that the food in this restaurant is not allowed to be taken out, and you must eat in the hall. And the constipation that the guest officer said, you don't have to use vegetarian buns to treat it, ordinary pills ......"

The shopkeeper was on fire in his heart, and the person who hated the buns the most said that his buns were a panacea. Although it is said that medicine is not as good as food, but buns are buns, it is not pills, and some people have used this as an excuse to blackmail before, saying that they have delayed their illness and put in silver taels, saying that they want to do black-hearted business in Xianglou.

Besides, ghosts are constipated? I haven't heard that dead fart yan is still useful, if it weren't for the fact that the kid cultivated higher than him, he really didn't bother to take care of this little broken child who didn't know the height of the sky.

"Oh, I know, if you don't take it out, you won't take it out, why do you say that my ancestor's constipation needs to take pills? Do you know him? The child who was chewing the bun in his mouth puffed out his cheeks and asked the shop guy vaguely, and his tone changed to the previous unkindness.

The shopkeeper is angry, my little ancestor, I can't even see your face, how can I know your ancestor? What do you eat if you don't take pills for constipation? The more you eat, the more you block, don't you know?

No, the ghost doesn't have a fart and doesn't need to defecate, so this kid isn't dead!

Thinking about this, the shopkeeper was trembling again, the living eat the dead, didn't this kid kill himself?

"Okay, I'm leaving, the buns are very good. By the way, this is a steamed bun made by the commercial building in Naihe Bridge, they can take it out, you taste it, I think it is definitely not as delicious as yours. ”

Throwing down a coin on the table, the child took out a basket of buns and put them on the table, pinching his nose with his hand and saying to the shopkeeper, "Oh, it stinks, can you taste whether his family is made of stinky grass from the Southern Wilderness?" If so, remember to leave me a message on the stone wall of the Three Souls Temple, so that I can settle accounts with them. ”

After speaking, the kid straightened up the big straw hat, looked for a route out, paced the square step contentedly, and turned around before leaving the door and instructed, "Don't tell anyone that you've seen me, especially those stinky bastards in the demon world." ”

The room was quiet again, and the shopkeeper stared at the door in a trance for a long time before he came back to his senses, his eyes fell on the table, and there were four delicate small buns on the cage drawer, except for the smell, all the places were exactly the same as the vegetarian buns in Wangxianglou, but the hair was so smelly?

All day, the shopkeeper spent the whole day in a trance, and the words of the child in the morning were like a life-urging charm that tightened his neck, "This child must be the frightened little devil in the demon world." ”

It is said that after the boy who ate the steamed bun crossed the Naihe Bridge, the momentum of the whole person was completely different from the previous one, sneakily and tremblingly passed through the ranks of various ghosts, and lightly entered a desolate grove behind the Three Souls Temple.

"Whew! It's terrifying, except for the shopkeeper, the ghosts here really can't be seen. After taking off his straw hat, the boy looked around vigilantly, and there was not even a ghost except for the gray sky and gloomy branches, and then he was satisfied and pulled out a small paper bag and a small mirror from his close-fitting pocket.

"Ahh The boy exclaimed, "Oh my God, the evil charms are crooked like this, no wonder the shop guys keep staring at me." "A snow-white little face in the mirror, what is terrifying is that from the Tianling cover all the way to the chin, there is a red note pasted on the chin to cover the whole face, with runes painted crookedly, and a big hole is opened in the place of the mouth.

"I must have lost it when I ate it, but luckily it didn't fall off, if the imps smell the smell of the living, they will definitely turn me into a shredded cabbage." The boy smacked his lips, and when it came to cabbage, he seemed to be hungry again.

Lisuo tore off the talisman on his face and carefully put it in a paper bag, and took out a small brush from his coat pocket, the young man began to brush his little white face in the mirror, and muttered a word in his mouth every time he brushed it, and after a few strokes, his white little face was black, and he probably couldn't see it when he threw it into the coal pile before stopping.

"Master, you have to bless me that I won't meet any ghosts through the underground passage!" Prayed to the heavens sincerely, the young man closed his eyes and stomped on the dirt under his feet, and suddenly, the young man disappeared out of thin air.