Boss Zhu carved the jade jade into a simple cylindrical jade pendant, which was convenient for Zuo Jing to wear on his body.

In terms of jade-making, Mrs. Hu's craftsmanship is certainly better.

However, when others didn't understand, they took other people's treasures, and asked them to help them carve and polish them, Zuo Jing always felt that it was not appropriate.

Zuo Jing took out the jade and shook it in front of her when she was fine, she was very satisfied with this "windfall".

She deliberately dangled in front of Zuo Kui, her mouth pursed like eighty thousand.

It's a pity that it can't attract Zuo Kui's attention.

Zuo Jing was very unhappy.

She dangled the jade pendant, slowly lost her ostentatious mood, and began to be curious about the origin of the jade pendant.

"Who is that buddy who exchanged jade with Mrs. Hu?"

Zuo Jing looked at the jade pendant and muttered to herself in puzzlement.

Zuo Kui took his eyes off the book and also looked at Zuo Jing's jade pendant.

He was also a little curious about this.

Judging from Mrs. Hu's description, the young man in ancient costume deliberately gave Yucuibai to Mrs. Hu.

Is it to leave it to Zuo Jing?

If so, that person has the ability to predict the unknown, and is certainly not an ordinary person.

Moreover, he must be here to help Zuo Jing.

As for whether it is to help Zuo Kui, it is difficult to speculate.

Zuo Kui has dealt with this matter many times, but he has not figured it out, so he no longer cares about it.

He used the authority of the boss of Liufangzhai to move the entrance cabinet of the phantom building to the corner.

Zuo Jing already knew how powerful the phantom building was, so he stopped touching it.

The bedroom is newly furnished, and it finally looks like a girl's room.

Zuo Jing officially settled down in Liufangzhai and became a buddy here.

The first thing Zuo Kui asked Zuo Jing to do was to call and ask Zuo An about his safety.

Zuo Jing was very surprised by this.

Zuo Kui's implication was that he had really returned home and injured Zuo An.

"Why, why, why?"

Zuo Jing wanted to know the reason, but Zuo Kui didn't tell her.

Zuo Jing had to call Zuo An first.

Zuo An's answer made Zuo Jing even more surprised.

He was indeed broken by Zuo Jing and rested for many days.

Zuo An is also very smart and told his parents that he broke it himself.

The parents couldn't imagine that this matter was so complicated, so they were convinced.

Zuo Jing chatted with Zuo An for a long time, explained the matter, and told him that he had stayed in Zuo Kui's shop.

All is fine.

Hanging up the phone, Zuo Jing thought for a while.

She vaguely felt that she seemed to have discovered the true function of the phantom building.

Zuo Jing has been in the store for almost a week, and she hasn't seen a single customer come to the door.

She was depressed.

"It may be that you are blocking the fortune of this store."

Boss Zhu teased her, and was given a roll of the eyes by Zuo Jing.

Zuo Jing went to Boss Zhu's house to eat every day, because there was no kitchen in Liufangzhai.

This made Zuo Jing feel that being a zombie was also beneficial.

At least not to eat.

This nonsensical idea quickly faded.

Zuo Jing ate in Boss Zhu's shop, and naturally saw the human flesh they made.

For this question, Zuo Jing chose not to be out of sight and out of mind.

At the same time, Zuo Jing didn't dare to go to the restaurant on Demon Street to eat.

God knows which of their dishes is a pot that uses fried human flesh.

Thinking about it like this, Zuo Jing immediately felt disgusted.

However, many human tourists who do not know the truth still often go in and out of Demon Street.

They ate in a restaurant, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with that.

This made Zuo Jing waver, and he planned to try.

Boss Zhu's craftsmanship is not bad, but she is also tired of eating.

Zuo Jing needs freshness.

To be on the safe side, she still asked Zuo Kui what the origin of the restaurant on the street was, whether she could go there, and what to pay attention to.

Zuo Jing didn't want to fall into any pit again, although it was fresh and exciting, it was playing with her life every time, which made her heart palpitate.

Zuo Kui thought for a while, and finally said:

"That shop is a bright job, but mortals can go there."

Minghuo is jargon, meaning business that can be open to ordinary humans.

After getting this reply, Zuo Jing finally put her mind at ease and came to the restaurant on Demon Street.

The name of the restaurant is very good, it is called Daqian Shijie.

Zuo Jing had just noticed this shop when she came to Demon Street.

The decoration here is antique, full of traditional charm, which is very attractive to human tourists.

As for what the other races in the industry thought of this, although Zuo Jing was curious, he didn't take it to heart.

She just wanted to eat something fresh.

The restaurant is not big, and there are only two waiters, one man and one woman.

It was the waitress who ordered Zuo Jing.

Zuo Jing ordered food while carefully observing the girl.

The girl looks like she is in her twenties, just like ordinary people.

Zuo Jing observed her for a long time, and kept seeing the girl look at her with the same eyes as if she were a neuropath.

Zuo Jing wants to rely on her personal ability to see what the girl has changed.

She didn't believe that there would be human waiters in Demon Street at all.

In the end, she failed, so she had to order the food and wait for the meal to start.

Soon, another person sat down at the table next to Zuo Jing.

He was dressed wildly.

At least thirty years old, but with a hairstyle that kills Matt. Dressed in denim shoulders, full of holes and chains.

It's completely like a rampant.

He greeted the waiter loudly, his voice high-pitched and hoarse.

The waitress took a menu.

The rampant took one look and withheld the list aside.

"Let's eat something delicious." He sniffled.

The waitress walked away with the menu, while the waitress came with another menu.

The rampant looked at it and stuck out his tongue like a jackal.

He ordered a few dishes, but Zuo Jing didn't even hear it.

“…… I want another secret medicine corpse ......"

This sentence clearly came into Zuo Jing's ears.

She instantly wanted to throw up.

Medicinal corpse meat is human flesh that has been marinated with special spices.

Zuo Jing has seen it in Boss Zhu's shop.

Zuo Jing turned around and tried to sit with his back to the Ramp.

She's a little out of appetite right now.

Zuo Jing reasoned briefly and probably knew the operation mode of the restaurant.

Whenever a guest comes to the door, the waitress will serve them and give them a regular menu.

When guests in the industry come to the door, they will naturally have special requirements.

changed to a male waiter and served another demon street menu.

Zuo Jing nodded while pondering, feeling that she admired her insight.

This sense of superiority diluted the discomfort that the mob had caused her.

By the time Zuo Jing's food came up, she had already swallowed it.

The guests in the restaurant were eating when a strangely dressed guest walked in.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be about forty years old. He was slender, dressed in a cyan Tang suit, and carrying a bulging backpack.

His whole face was a little blue, and he looked like he hadn't slept well in days.

The middle-aged man chose a large round table that could accommodate five or six people and sat down, and ordered some dishes on the menu of Demon Street.

The food was quickly served and a table was filled.

Some of the guests' eyes were drawn over.

The act of ordering a table full of dishes by one person is still quite curious.

Zuo Jing also stopped talking and tried to look over.

The middle-aged man took out a set of exquisite tableware from his backpack and tasted the dishes one by one.

He chewed each dish with devotion, sometimes nodding his head, sometimes shaking his head.

Finally, he tasted a table of dishes.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth elegantly, and greeted lightly:

"Waiter, come on."