Early in the morning, Shen Qingming couldn't sleep. The ointment given by Gongsun Chang was really good, and he healed the bite on his leg after sleeping for one night, leaving no scars. It's crispy and itchy on the legs, and scratching it with your hands is just scratching the boots to no avail.

From six o'clock in the morning to more than eight o'clock in the morning, Shen Qingming couldn't move anymore, and he knew that the reason why the wound was itchy was because he was growing meat, and all he had to do was to eat and drink enough to make the wound heal quickly.

Thinking of this, his stomach began to rumble. The Heavenly Master also wants to eat, with such thoughts, Shen Qingming put on his coat and went downstairs to eat.

Following the familiar aroma, Shen Qingming trotted all the way to the steamed bun shop, this steamed bun shop Shen Qingming often came, and the boss and his wife were also familiar with him, seeing him coming, they asked him with a smile: "Why hasn't Xiao Ming been here for so long, I think you moved away without saying a word." ”

Shen Qingming pondered what kind of stuffing to eat while making it up: "The company sent me on a business trip to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, didn't I just come back yesterday, and I hurried here to have breakfast this morning to regulate my stomach." ”

"Where is this big and big? It sounds like it's not an ordinary place, it's much more powerful than what other people go to the United States, Britain and France. Xiao Ming, you have a chance. The boss's eyes were straight when he was bluffed.

"Three air-dried sausage buns, two leek egg buns, a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge and a tea egg, a total of ten yuan, right?" Shen Qingming didn't bother to explain the full name of the United Kingdom, and he had already chosen the buns and was ready to pay for them.

The boss said: "Xiao Ming, the price of our lean porridge has risen, and now it is five yuan a bowl, a total of eleven, all of them are old acquaintances, and I will give you a fraction today." ”

Shen Qingming said thank you, Uncle was secretly curious, what is the actual cost of a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge, and what is the price increase of raw materials that prompts the price of preserved egg and lean porridge in the town store to follow suit.

Shen Qingming took a seat with a dinner plate, thinking about this question while eating. You can't ask about the cost of lean porridge openly, and the boss will definitely not tell you. Why don't you sneak into the kitchen at night to see what kind of materials this store uses?

He is a heavenly master, and he is a sorcerer among the heavenly masters, he has even invaded Feng Jiu's mind, what is ordinary mortal counting.

Shen Qingming's mind moved slightly, and he quietly began to invade the divine consciousness of the owner of the steamed bun shop. The owner of the bun shop is still smiling and fiddling with the cage drawer, where can he guess that his privacy is unfolding one by one in front of other people's eyes.

The life experience of the owner of the steamed bun shop appeared in Shen Qingming's mind like a comic book, from his birth in other provinces to dropping out of high school, from cheating and divorce to middle-aged remarriage, all of them were spread out in Shen Qingming's sight at a glance.

Shen Qingming took a bite of the bun and looked up, and took a look up at the bite bun. The buns have all been eaten, and I haven't found out how much the cost of preserved egg and lean porridge is.

Shen Qingming added two more buns to continue watching, others bowed their heads to play with their mobile phones when they ate, only Shen Qingming looked up at other people's privacy, and the right was to watch a movie.

After searching for a long time, I finally found the memory of the preserved egg and lean porridge in the boss's mind. I don't know if I look at it, I was shocked, the profit of a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge is so high, if you maintain this speed, it is also easy to buy a house in Qincheng.

As the old saying goes, people's hearts are not enough, but the relationship between profit and selling price is not incremental, the more expensive you buy, the lower the sales, and the rash price increase may also lead to a decrease in total profit. Especially for this kind of breakfast shop, the customer group is mostly a fixed middle-aged and elderly consumer group, which is the most sensitive to price changes, and will go to another house if there is a slight disturbance.

The doubts did not disappear until Shen Qingming saw that there was information about his only son's marriage in his boss's memory. His son's recent marriage required a large sum of money, and the boss was forced to make this decision.

Shen Qingming didn't care about such a trivial matter as raising the price of a piece, so he just regarded it as a share of money. But the power behind it is the key to his addiction - he can peek into the heart of any mortal at will. This ability is not just as simple as predicting the enemy prophet, by snooping on the memories of others, there will be no secret existence in Shen Qingming's eyes.

There are no secrets, the concept is too scary. From then on, various personality traits of people will appear in a state of data. At that time, what stood in front of Shen Qingming's eyes was not a living person who could talk and laugh, but a string of data stickers that could be moved.

This thought also startled Shen Qingming, he had never felt that the spiritual attack was so rebellious before that.

Just when he was about to find a random diner to invade his mind and try to read his mind again, he found that all his power was sealed in his left pupil, and there was no way to export it to the outside world.

This is the first time he has encountered this situation, and no matter how weak his strength is, he can smoothly export it to the outside world. Fortunately, now that his strength has increased, the way out has been inexplicably sealed.

Shen Qingming was hesitating, and an unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in his own mind. The voice commanded him to hurry home.

Shen Qingming is not a person who is easily succumbed, and he will never give in to the evil forces, how can he do whatever others ask him to do.

He immediately made a decision, ready to go to Yang Xu to ask what was going on. As soon as I was about to slap the table and stand up, I felt dizzy and shaking, and my eyes went black and I lost consciousness after shaking it twice.

By the time he regained consciousness again, he didn't know how long it had been. He has potato chips in his left hand and Pepsi in his right, and a boring soap opera is playing on the TV at home.

Shen Qingming only felt a headache, like a seed burrowed into his skull and was about to break through the ground.

There was a piece of papyrus paper in front of him, on which a person's name was written in messy notes - Han Fei.

He couldn't help but gasp, because Han Feizi's remnant soul was residing in his body.

In the corner of the room, in a shadow where the sun does not shine. Shen Qingming could clearly feel that something was resting there.

"You wake up, get to know me, my name is Han Fei, the remnant soul in your body. The thing dormant in the shadows spoke, a cold bass voice, which made people shudder, "Your name is Shen Qingming, my host." ”

Shen Qingming stared at the darkness and found nothing in the end.

"Do you want to see through me?" Han Fei said, "I observed your every move when I was staying in your body, and although it was not useless, it was only unsatisfactory. Boarding at this level of hosts is something I would never be able to tolerate. ”

The temperature of the air in the room dropped sharply, which was suffocating.