"Well, if you're satisfied, then...... Then he will leave the girl. Dong Cheng bowed to the woman, with an apologetic smile on his face, and glanced outside the door, it turned out that the carriage was already waiting outside.

"Boss Dong go slowly" The woman sent it off, and Dong Cheng got in the car and left. The wheels were bumpy on the potholed bluestone pavement in the alley, and Dong Cheng in the car lifted the curtain and looked deeply at the pavement that was slowly walking away, until he couldn't see the shadow, and then he threw the curtain.

As soon as the entire carriage was dark, the smile on Dong Cheng's face immediately collapsed, and a string of tears fell from his sunken eyes. This big Shanghai can accommodate thousands of people, but it can't accommodate him. He raised his hand to wipe his tears, touched the gold bar in his sleeve, and suddenly paused, thinking of his wife and children in his hometown, and seemed to be comforted, wiped his tears, and laughed in the end.

Seeing Dong Cheng leave, the woman returned to the house, only to see her shake the silver bell tied around her wrist, a wisp of light smoke floated out of the bell, and slowly condensed into a human form in the open space in front of the woman, turning into a man in a black robe.

The "master" man knelt on one knee, raised his head slightly, and whispered. The man has a good appearance, with thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a fair complexion, but there are fewer whites in a pair of eyes, and the eyeballs are black and bright.

is such a person, but he has a pair of snow-white fluffy cat ears on his head, and with his black clothes and cold appearance, he also has a trace of unharmonious cuteness.

"Tremella, get up and speak. Now that it is the Republic of China, there is no need to kneel and bow anymore. The man got up and stood upright, looking very awkward, it had been five hundred years, and he still hadn't heard the name white fungus.

"White fungus, from today onwards, this shop will be our home, you can rearrange it according to the old habits!" The woman showed a gentle smile, and her round eyes were slightly curved, which was very moving. The word 'our home' sounded extremely ironed, and I was busy arranging it.

The woman slowly walked out of the door and looked up, the morning light was faint, sprinkled on her body warm, different from the cold darkness at the bottom of the well, accompanied by the smell of food in the alley, which made people's hearts hot.

It has been two thousand years since she gave birth to her spiritual consciousness and cultivated into a human form, and she was included in the door of a high-ranking monk who had just entered the world, and she should have cultivated and ascended, but she didn't want the monk to cause demons to slaughter the mountain temple because of her own selfish thoughts, and she was also destroyed as his disciple and sealed in a barren well.

She hadn't touched the sun so close for a thousand years, and although she finally broke through the ban and returned to the world five hundred years ago, she couldn't help but shudder in her heart every time she saw the sun.

This world is extremely dirty, but it makes her greedy. She never wanted to go back to the barren well, knowing that she was not the only spirit at the bottom of it. At the beginning, she lost her cultivation, and she couldn't even transform into a human form, even if a cat had sharp teeth and claws, how could she win against the resentful ghosts and demons imprisoned at the bottom of the well?

The woman's hand unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, cold sweat broke out in her palms, and the feeling of being torn off by the evil ghost and biting off the flesh was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, which made her unable to get rid of it. Taking a deep breath and blinking, the woman pulled away from her fear. "Well, you're not the cat anymore." The woman muttered to herself. That's right, this woman is Dawn, the dawn of a cat that has lived for 2,000 years.

Dawn stood still at the door, and while people were not paying attention, his hands quickly flipped, and he made a mark on the plaque on the pavement, which looked unchanged, but the people who came and went could no longer see this shop, as if this shop had never appeared in this alley.

Dawn withdrew his hand and conjured up a brass bell to hang it in the corner of the house. The bell is the size of a palm, and it jingles as soon as it is hung up, and the bell core knocks on the copper wall to create dots of green light, and a circle of ripples on the water surface ripples, and it can be automatic without wind.

This bell is called the bell for collecting grievances, and it is a magic weapon hung on the Huangquan Road in the underworld to attract resentful spirits and carry out centralized hunting. Although Dawn opened a pawnshop, it was not all guests who received it, and people or ghosts who had been holding grudges for a long time were Dawn's guests.

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The resentment bell in the corner of the "bell bell" suddenly vibrated violently, and the sound was rapid and dull.

"Master, you're here." Tremella came out of the bell, and Dawn never hid him in the bell again, leaving him to work as a companion in the pawnshop.

Dawn was leaning on the chaise longue at this time to take a nap, and the white fungus was half-kneeling on the edge of the collapse, leaning close to the woman's ear and calling softly, her dark eyes staring at the flush on the woman's cheeks due to sleep, and she couldn't take her eyes off it for a long time. It wasn't until the woman's eyelashes trembled slightly that she was about to open her eyes.

"Heh, it only opened yesterday, and it's here today?" The woman opened her eyes, her eyes were covered with undispersed mist, her eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she was a little surprised, Dawn propped up half of her body, and the white fungus hurriedly stuffed a pillow behind her, Dawn half leaned and didn't get up, but it looked like a lazy cat.

"Da Da Da" As he spoke, the guest had already walked to the door. The person who came was a woman, wearing a moon-white begonia cheongsam, a violet knitted shawl, a pair of black high heels on her feet, her long hair was scattered, the ends of her hair were permed and curly, and the hair on her temples was tied behind her head and the other hair hung down obediently behind her back.

"It's a beautiful one," Dawn said, rubbing her chin with her hand. The woman was also looking inside the house.

Facing the door is a round table, there is a set of white porcelain tea set on the table, next to it is a three-legged gluttonous pattern of incense burner floating out of the wisps of smoke, there is a fragrant smell before stepping into the threshold, not the popular sweet fragrance, this fragrance is cold and cold with the fragrance of bamboo and mixed with the fruity fragrance of Ya pear, it is very special.

On either side of the table against the wall were two rows of Bogu shelves, filled with all sorts of objects, treasures of great value that she had never seen before. Behind the table is a circular carved door, separated by a bead curtain, a table is set up behind the bead curtain, the four treasures of the study room are placed on the table, behind the table is a chaise longue, the couch is covered with a red twig pattern mattress and a pillow, at this moment there is a woman leaning on the couch, and there is a man in a black robe standing next to him, the bead curtain is blocked, and the shadow is enough for her to see clearly. It's just that this strange arrangement doesn't look like a pawnshop.

"The shopkeeper is here? I'll be the stuff. The woman suppressed her uneasiness and asked. I'm here, please come in. Dawn sat up straight and motioned for the woman to come in.