The scene in the Acacia Building began to change strangely with the sound of the man in white chanting.

The guests who were originally red-eyed and shouting loudly were glazed over.

Involuntarily scattered in all directions.

Take the white-clothed brocade scholar as the place.

Pages rise out of thin air.

The pages fold as if they alternate between shadows.

For a moment, a plaque condensed out of thin air.

【Bai Zhan Bookstore】

The momentum of page folding has not stopped.

Soon, the arrangement slowly condensed from nothingness.

The size of this bookstore is decent.

A desk is placed at the entrance, and behind it is a bookshelf carved from golden silk wood.

The shelves are lined with books of all kinds.

Bai Zhanshu turned around and walked into the bookstore.

Sitting in front of the desk, he took out a book in his hand and spread it out gently.

There was a sentence in his mouth:

"I have been studying for more than ten years since I was a child, and finally when I left my hometown, I was admitted to fame and fortune, walked the beam for several years, and assumed the name of a storyteller....."

Bai Zhanshu said that the movement of turning the pages in his hand kept stopping:

"Wine is a medicine that pierces the intestines!

Wealth is the root of trouble!

Seno bone scraping steel knife!

Angry like a hundred desire needles!

I am fortunate to come to Qingshui today.

But I saw the money at the entrance of the yamen! If you have no money or money, don't come in!!! ”

"Smack~"

There was a crunch.

Bai Zhanshu closed the book.

Staring at the woman in front of him, she said:

"You and I have no worries and grievances, why did you bring me here?"

The voice fell.

The pages in Bai Zhanshu's hand shot out.

A flash of white light.

The obese man next to him had a broken neck.

Lose one's head.

But the strange thing is that there is not a trace of blood flowing from the man's wound.

"You..... You're real, storyteller! ”

Aunt Yun's face was not very good-looking.

I didn't expect to provoke someone with real skills.

"Scholar, like you said.

You and I have no grievances and no enemies, and today's incident is just an accident.

So I'll let you go safely, Acacia House.

This time this matter is revealed.

What do you think?"

Aunt Yun looked at the scholar in front of her, and her steps retreated slightly, ready to give the other party a step down, so as not to lose all her good deeds today.

Bai Zhanshu's eyes flashed with an unknown meaning, and Sen Ran smiled and said:

"It's not impossible for me to go.

Hand over all the 'paper' under the red cloth, and this matter will be cleared. ”

When Aunt Yun heard this, her face immediately turned gloomy and terrifying:

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Bai Zhanshu didn't care and said:

"It's nothing to lose you.

It's just a matter of spending more 'time'! ”

"My lord, please let Chun'e go.

Chun'e promised Aunt Yun today that she could sell herself for a good price. ”

Seeing that the guests at the scene fell into a state of sluggishness and numbness.

Chun'e couldn't help but pray.

After all, as long as the matchmaker's money is repaid.

She will be set free.

Bai Zhanshu's expression became more and more strange, and he said something that made the second monk of Chun'e puzzled:

"You 'matchmaker' is also ruthless.

If the bun really has meat, it is not on the pleats! ”

The words fell, and Bai Zhanshu waved his hand casually.

A page ran horizontally down his hand and sliced across the red turntable.

Aunt Yun's expression changed drastically.

I just wanted to stop it, but it was too late and I could only watch this scene happen.

Acacia Building

Inside the lobby.

Chun'e screamed in horror.

But no one has pity on the jade.

I saw her just singing under the red stage.

It's a group of hands folded.

A girl with a straight body.

The girls looked a little different from her, but most of them were dressed in pink satin.

There is a wooden shelf on top of the head.

Between the hair and the wooden shelves are inlaid with yellow pieces of paper.

This scene frightened Chun'e and trembled.

As if she remembered something, she cried and ran to the side of a pale girl, and said with tears in her eyes:

"Sister.... You're my sister..... How could my sister forget about you, woo woo woo ~~~~~"

Chun'e's voice of pain and sorrow spread in the lobby.

Aunt Yun didn't even look at her.

Bai Zhanshu chuckled:

"What a good Aunt Yun, what you're a matchmaker do is specifically to deceive the yellow flower girl.

Girl, do you know that these guests are not throwing silver into the stands?

It's 'Yangshou'!

And you, as the blessing person of these 'Yang Shou', after today, you will die obediently like them, and then press these 'Yang Shou Papers' with your corpse. ”

Aunt Yun's expression at the moment returned to flat:

"Storyteller, what if you see through this?

For example, those of us who are inferior to the ninth rate are not easy to survive in troubled times.

I didn't even have the chance to step into the threshold of cultivation.

Besides, no matter how much you practice.

will face a great loss of longevity, a loss of essence, or a gradual necrosis of the body.

It seems to me that you high-minded cultivators suffer every day.

And isn't the 'Yangshou paper' provided by our matchmaker exactly what you need? ”

Bai Zhanshu sneered when he heard this:

"You and I met today, it seems that it is fate, obediently hand over these Yangshou papers, and I will not pursue today's matter with you to the end....."

Just when the white-clothed storyteller and matchmaker Aunt Yun were in a dispute.

Wu Yong took his gaze back from Chun'e's body.

At one point, my mind became unusually clear.

The memories of "Chun'e" and Aunt Yun are completely connected.

In an instant, Wu Yong also figured out what this "Chun'e" represented.

It was a medium to use the corpse of a living girl as a "longevity paper".

relative.

seems to talk eloquently about the scholar in white.

is also under Wu Yong's gaze, and everything from the original began to happen.

The handsome appearance of the white clothes was distorted and distorted in a trance.

Bai Zhanshu's handsome features began to swell.

Within a few breaths, it became the size of a water tank.

The bloated head is not smooth, but rather wrinkled and withered.

The handsome and thick long black hair also fell out in an instant.

Hair is sparse and gray.

The lower body is as thin as wood.

A thick, rotting stench began to slowly spill out.

This strange and inexplicable scene made Wu Yong shiver.

is obviously a handsome and extraordinary storyteller, how can he become like this?

Just when Wu Yong wondered if he was dazzled.

Aunt Yun, the matchmaker, obviously collapsed with Bai Zhanshu.

Then I saw the storyteller, whose head was as big as a water tank, take out another booklet from the shelf, and said with compassion in his mouth:

"It's dead, it's a hundred~

There is no way to go to the sky, and there is no door to the ground~

It is called that the heavens should not be, and the earth and the earth are not spiritual~

It's hard to run to a family, and it's hard to ...... a relative."

But just as the distorted Bai Zhanshu was halfway through his speech, his eyes suddenly crossed a confusion.

It seems like....

It's as if I've forgotten something.

This feeling is as if he only remembers the first half of the sentence of Liang Guanwen, which he knows by heart, but suddenly forgets the second half of the sentence.

This trance of a sudden loss of "memory".

made Bai Zhanshu extremely irritable and restless.....

What the hell is going on?

..........

PS: Thank you for your support~