Hearing the movement of the bookstore next door, it was closed for a day, and it seemed that it was finally about to open.

Fang Zheng curiously glanced at the bookstore next door.

He was very curious about what kind of bookstore owner would open a bookstore in such an unpopular ghost street.

In particular, it is still closed during the day and sleeps, and it only opens in the dead of night at night.

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

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

But that's not the point, the point is!

Dead air.

The air of death that spreads all over his body.

Unlike Mr. Fu, there is still a trace of yang energy, and the man in front of him only has dead energy from beginning to end.

It's clearly a dead body.

But the dead body not only moved around the city, but also opened a bookstore next door to Mr. Fuku.

If it weren't for the last point, Fang Zheng would have already raised his knife and cut it.

But Fang Zheng did not relax at this time, and was secretly wary of this man with the temperament of a weak scholar.

"Hey, you're the temporary worker that Mr. Fu has newly recruited?" the other party actually took the initiative to enter the shop and greeted Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng was still vigilant.

If you are ready to go wrong, you will immediately slash it with a ghost knife.

"Didn't Mr. Fu tell you about my identity?" said the pale man in his thirties, whose face seemed to show a slight surprise.

Fang Zheng's face was still a little indifferent, and he didn't speak.

"Officially introduce myself, I'm right next door to the shop, you can call me... Hmm, I prefer the character setting of Zuo Qianhu in "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", with a blue blood and a heart, a heroic spirit, and no regrets about serving the country after martyrdom... You can call me Zuo Qianhu. The man stretched out his five fingers, which were as slender as a girl, and introduced himself, as if to shake hands with Fang Zheng and show goodwill.

Left 1000 households?

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

Fangzheng: "The little brother is not talented, and he knows the autumn leaves." ”

Zuo Qianhu, Zhiqiu Yiye, this is a proper remake of A Chinese Ghost Story II "The Right Way in the World"......

"Brother Yiye. ”

"Brother Zuo. ”

Fang Zheng shook hands with the other party shallowly, and then immediately withdrew his hand, hiss, so cold, it was like grabbing a piece of ice that had been cold for thousands of years.

"Brother Ning, you opened a bookstore on this old street, can you have a business?" Fang Zheng asked curiously.

The man was surprised: "Who said I opened a bookstore?"

"I see that the signboard of your store is a bookstore?" Fang Zheng wondered, since you don't open a bookstore, then you have a Xinhua bookstore signboard, isn't this selling dog meat with a sheep's head.

"Oh, you said that signboard, it was hung before the transfer of the last store, I feel that the store has no business in this place, and it is wasteful and unnecessary to make a new store sign, so I have not changed it, in fact, I sell ancestral handicrafts. The man said with a humorous smile.

But Fang Zheng didn't feel humorous, but felt that all the people on this old street should be abnormal people, right?

Selling handicrafts?

It's in the middle of nowhere, and it's not a tourist area, so there's not even a ghost, so sell a ghost?

After chatting for a few minutes, the man began to say goodbye and return to the store.

I saw that this is a very simple shop, and the store sells all wood carving handicrafts, which are perfect handicrafts.

Grind away anxiety, soothe people's hearts, and abandon distracting thoughts.

Wood carving itself is the way to meditate, cultivate the mind, and cultivate the mind.

Outside, there is a sign of a bookstore, which is actually a wood carving shop for handicrafts.

The owner of the woodcarving shop sat down again in front of the workbench, his slender fingertips gently rubbing the carving knife, and a meaningful smile in his eyes.

"This young man... Interesting. ”

"It's much more interesting than the dull Mr. Fuku......"

Subsequently, the owner of the woodcarving shop began to carve quietly in the dead of night, alone and quietly.

Seeing the man who claimed to be Zuo Qianhu leave, Fang Zheng's eyes showed a thoughtful expression.

The other party is indeed a dead man, there is no doubt about it.

But being able to get along with Mr. Fu and be neighbors is extremely strange in itself. And according to Butcher Zhang's jealousy and hatred, let him see someone using corpse oil as a soul-attracting lamp to cut down, it is estimated that if he knew that there was a ghost on this street, I am afraid he would have already cut it with a knife.

But on the contrary, there is peace in front of us... Could it be that this Zuo Qianhu is also his own person?

Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang have always known about each other's existence.

Or another way to call it... Also a person of the system?

Fang Zheng rubbed his temples, thinking about it with a little headache.

Originally, he thought that this time he was simply a temporary worker, but on the first day, he met a dead neighbor, and it was really... Hell yes.

Since everyone is their own people, Fang Zheng no longer bothered to think about the relationship, and began to cultivate the third layer of the "Yijin Washing Pulp Sutra" by himself.

With the current cultivation progress, I will probably be able to practice to the third level of Great Perfection tomorrow.

When you are tired of practicing, you will change to practice the spiritual martial arts "Demon Ape Meditation View".

The two cycle and rotate with each other, but they are not boring.

Nothing was said all night.

Not even a business, vigil tonight, zero income.

Without the pressure of performance appraisal, Founder is not anxious at all about creating zero income on the first day. Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, even if he is in a hurry, it will not help. On the contrary, he felt that such a quiet day was not bad, and it did not delay his cultivation at all.

He had already quietly checked that there was no monitor in the shop, so he was not afraid of revealing his martial arts.

Even if it's seen, it's nothing.

What he practiced in the underworld shop were all martial arts with the smallest range of movements, and he did not practice martial arts with large movements such as "King Kong is not a bad arhat" and "Wood-burning Knife Technique" in the underworld, and outsiders could not see any fame. As long as you don't take out the human skin scriptures outside, these are small details.

This was done until almost dawn, when Mr. Zuo, the owner of the wood carving shop next door, took the initiative to say hello to Fangzheng and closed the door.

Open in the evenings only.

Since he figured out that Mr. Zuo was also his own, Fang Zheng no longer harbored much hostility towards him, and although he was still a little vigilant, he was able to live in harmony.

Fang Zheng said goodbye politely, and watched Mr. Zuo return to the store next door with a thoughtful look.

When dawn fell, the heavens and the earth soon dawned, and in a very short period of time, the sky and the earth brightened, and the light of the eastern sun shone down through the golden clouds.

Fang Zheng took advantage of the sunrise when his vitality was at its most vigorous, and hurriedly changed to practice Jiuyang True Qi.

An hour or two later, Fang Zheng closed the shop and prepared to go back to the community residence first.

He's going to bring the little skeleton to the Underworld today.

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

[There are only three more today, I owe one chapter, sorry. Well, the debt must be repaid. 】