The appearance of the Nandou ghost Shi Zhenghao made the situation even more complicated, this little boy has seventy years of resentment, I can't figure out why when he died, no one did anything for him, and if he overdid it, he wouldn't be able to reincarnate now.

Later, I remembered that 70 years ago, in the era of war, adults could not protect themselves, and death was everywhere, who would take care of a child?

The next night, a light snow fell, and the sky and the earth became even colder. But what made me feel even more chilly was that Shi Zhenghao walked into my shop.

He still smelled of wine, as if he had come out of a vat. When Shen Yueru saw him, she hurriedly retreated behind me, as if she had seen a ghost.

He was originally a ghost, an old ghost who looked like a child. His dead gray eyes, like a dark abyss, make people tremble at the bottom of their hearts at the first glance.

"I'll make the clothes." His voice was low and hoarse.

"It's only women's clothes here." I say.

Shi Zhenghao said again: "I will make women's clothes." ”

"But you're a man." I looked at him.

Shi Zhenghao's dead gray eyes became even colder: "Men can also wear women's clothes." ”

I was stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Padded jacket." He said.

In these years, padded jackets have long been outdated, but in Shi Zhenghao's era, after winter, everyone would wear padded jackets.

"You're a man, and only women can do it." I say.

A hint of murder flashed on Shi Zhenghao's face: "You treat me as a woman, and I will give you money." ”

After he finished speaking, he actually took out two pieces of money from his pocket. I thought it would be a dead coin, but I didn't expect it to be a real thing.

I didn't take the money: "You don't meet the rules of the store, no matter how much money you give, I won't ask for it." ”

"Can you make other people's money, but not mine?" Shi Zhenghao asked me.

"Some people can't make money, otherwise, it is very likely that my life will be lost." I say.

Shi Zhenghao's originally stiff face sneered: "If you don't collect money and don't make clothes for me, you will die." ”

"Didn't you come to me to kill me? I'm right in front of you, and you can do it. I said.

Shi Zhenghao didn't move, he sat down. Sitting on a small stool, the smell of alcohol filled the room, and I felt a little sore in my throat, and I couldn't help coughing twice.

"Do you know how You Xuefeng died?" He said suddenly.

"Drowned, but I know he must have died at the hands of others." I say.

Shi Zhenghao said lightly: "The master of Biyu Dark Light killed him, if you didn't have a cheongsam on you, you would have died." ”

I smiled and said, "Everyone is going to die, I just want to die." Who is the owner of the blue feather dark light, don't you still want to say? ”

"If you want to know from me, you have to have a condition." Shi Zhenghao said.

"On what terms?" I asked him.

His dead gray eyes instantly became fierce: "You want to die." ”

"I don't want to die, if I die, what's the use of knowing the truth?" I rubbed my nose.

He glanced around the room, his eyes brushing over each piece of fabric, and finally sighed, "Yes, you can't die." The cheongsam is here, I can't kill you. ”

I spread my hands and said, "I don't have a cheongsam by my side, as long as my eyes are fine, I can see it." ”