Copper coins, that's all too familiar.

I remember the first time he used copper coins, it was also on a similar evening.

The world of the bronze door is full of too many bizarre.

For as long as Zhang Xiaohan can remember, Zhang Xiaohan has lived with his grandmother in the alleys of Nancheng, which is dark and damp, mostly old houses left over from the Republic of China, with blue bricks and gray tiles and snake-like wires, which is probably the only memory when he was a child.

Dad is a rickshaw driver in the city, and he often runs night work, so Grandma often lights a yellow light in the middle of the night and waits for Dad to come back at the end of the long alley.

On that day, Zhang Xiaohan was seven years old, and there was a downpour in the world, and it was already a child's time, and his father had not come back yet. The wind knocked out the yellow light, and my grandmother fell ill with a gray face.

Soon, my father also came back, my whole body was wet, and as soon as I entered the door, I fell on the doorway, and my grandmother suddenly bounced up from the bed, grabbed Zhang Xiaohan's hand, and said in horror: "Hurry!" Han Han! Throw a pair of scissors out the door! ”

Zhang Xiaohan was very scared, and for the first time she saw her grandmother's dead gray face showing a frightened face, but she rarely didn't cry!

Zhang Xiaohan grabbed a pair of scissors and rushed out of the inner room, and threw it out of the alley outside the door, at that moment, the miserable white lightning clattered down, and the whole alley was illuminated miserably white, Zhang Xiaohan fainted, and finally saw a humanoid white shadow standing outside the door in the dark rain under the steps outside the door.

The next day, Zhang Xiaohan was woken up by the neighbors, who was already lying on the bed, and they carried his father to the back of the room, and spit yellow water in his mouth all night long, like hysteria, and his back was full of pus like a toad, densely packed, and he died before dawn.

The whole room was filled with a disgusting smell, and the grandmother sat in front of the bed with no eyes, hollow, and kept muttering her father's name.

That day, Zhang Xiaohan cried for a day, and the sky was gloomy gray.

The neighbors buried their father, saying that they were running out at night and harming dirty things. Grandma's soul lamp is extinguished, and Dad's life is gone. Throwing a pair of scissors outside is to scare the thing.

In the middle of July, the dragon raised its head and the ghost door opened. It was probably the first time in Zhang Xiaohan's life that he faced those things in his grandmother's mouth, and of course, it would not be the last. But that time, according to the seniors of the Dao Law Realm, it was the second tribulation of Grandma's life. They didn't tell Zhang Xiaohan about the first tribulation, but Zhang Xiaohan had already guessed in his heart.

……

Ten years later.

Zhang Xiaohan looked at the neon lights on a street outside through the glass curtain wall, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night at this time, and there were almost no people outside, neon lights and traffic lights were all lonely.

He still hasn't returned to the previous Huaxia world, this supernatural world is too bizarre.

He can't cultivate into an immortal in this world and then shatter the void and leave?

It's not realistic.

Now we can only hope that the bronze door will be opened again!

From this office building, there is a commercial street, but at this point, only ghosts will go on the road.

It's really only ghosts who go on the road......

Zhang Xiaohan looked at the end of the street, there was a green shadow standing in front of a casserole shop, Zhang Xiaohan took a deep breath and pulled down the blinds, grabbed the briefcase next to him and left the desk.

Before leaving, Zhang Xiaohan still didn't forget to insert three lit short incense sticks in an incense ash jar under the table.

After taking one last look at the office and making sure that there was nothing abnormal in everyone's desk unit, Zhang Xiaohan turned off the light and went downstairs with the door.

It was cold and cloudy outside, Zhang Xiaohan was wrapped in a beige windbreaker, and hid his face under the peaked hat and went to the street.

Outside the office building is the commercial street, and there are basically few shops open at this time, and this does not include the casserole shop, of course.

The owners of the casserole shop are a couple, it is said that they came from the south, and their son owed a huge gambling debt, and he hid and didn't even know whether he was alive or dead.

The boss and his wife have no choice, they still have to come out to make money after the New Year, and the store will not close until two o'clock, so they will sell two more bowls.

This is what Zhang Xiaohan learned.

Zhang Xiaohan has been staring at this store for a long time.

Now is the time.

The commercial street was mostly dark, and I didn't know what to hide, Zhang Xiaohan walked quickly to the door of the casserole shop, and at this time the green shadow outside was gone.

Zhang Xiaohan did not hesitate, habitually, and very skillfully pushed open the glass door and entered, ordered two servings of clear soup noodles, and found a place near the corner to sit down.

The noodles were brought out by an old woman with white temples, that is, the owner and his wife, who were usually in charge of the storefront, and her wife was in charge of the back of the store.

Zhang Xiaohan raised his lowered head and glanced at the door leading to the back of the kitchen, and the moment the old woman came out, a green shadow entered and disappeared in a flash.

The old woman put the noodles in front of Zhang Xiaohan, a total of two bowls, she smiled kindly: "Why do you want two bowls this time, do you have any friends?" ”

Zhang Xiaohan didn't answer, but smiled, and the old woman didn't say anything, but also smiled skillfully and went to the counter.

At this time, the glass door, which had been quiet, suddenly moved, and a cold wind outside took the opportunity to jump in silently.

Two young people walked in, a man and a woman, both with a little bad face, and sat on a table next to Zhang Xiaohan, separated by a passage.

Zhang Xiaohan cautiously glanced at the men and women on the other side out of the corner of his eye, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that he was okay, and put his gaze back on the two bowls of clear soup noodles in front of him, and placed one of the bowls directly opposite him.

Then he picked up the chopsticks and tapped twice on the edge of his bowl, and then on the edge of the opposite bowl all the time.

Click, click, click......

But Zhang Xiaohan had no intention of stopping.

Knocking on the edge of the bowl with chopsticks is a very taboo action, hearing this sound, the old woman cast her eyes, and when she saw Zhang Xiaohan knocking on the edge of the bowl, she was immediately a little unhappy.

A young man next to him had a bad face, and he was even more burned by Zhang Xiaohan's anger, and scolded Zhang Xiaohan: "What knock knock!" You knock the dead on the big night! ”

When he scolded the word "dead man", suddenly the glass door was slammed open by the wind, and a dark wind whined in, like a ghost crying wolf, and the lights in the store were blown out at once, and suddenly the room was much darker, and the glass door was closed again.

The young man was obviously taken aback by this, and most of his anger was suddenly overshadowed by fear, and he withdrew his gaze when he was pulled by the female companion's hand.

When the old woman saw such a scene, she immediately ran to the shrine of the God of Wealth in panic and bowed twice, babbling words in her mouth.

At the same time, in the back kitchen, the old man's eyes disappeared, and a boning knife in his hand also fell on the board, with a bang.

Zhang Xiaohan saw that the bowl of clear soup noodles opposite was rippling around without warning, so he took back the chopsticks.

On the surface of the soup that rippled for no reason, at this moment there was a woman's face reflected, and her face was hideous and terrifying, as if it had been pierced by a red-hot soldering iron.

Zhang Xiaohan took out a palm-sized doll from his briefcase, put it next to the soup bowl opposite, and then began to eat noodles by himself, without doing anything.

The doll was a little rough in workmanship, and its facial features were all painted in ink, lying there quietly, looking a little scary.

At this time, the men and women on the narration table began to talk in a whisper, but the sound was more like a whispered quarrel, and the girl's eyes were already red, although the voice was very small, but it could still be heard, and the quarrel was a little fierce, with a little resentment.

With a bang, the man's punch suddenly slammed on the table, and the girl was caught off guard, frightened by him, and tears immediately appeared in her eyes.

Zhang Xiaohan's action of eating noodles stopped abruptly at the moment when the man pounded his fists, and his eyes were deep and endless, staring at the bowl of noodle soup opposite.

Looking up again, a chandelier began to flicker, creaking.

Zhang Xiaohan's eyes changed suddenly, and he cautiously glanced at the man next to him, and his face sank.

The young man's expression was hideous, his hands were clenched into fists, staring at the table, his eyes were full of fierceness, and his pupils were slightly blue.

Weng Hum ......

Zhang Xiaohan looked at the opposite side sharply, and the bowl of clear soup noodles kept shaking.

"Not good."

At this time, the glass door of the store was suddenly slammed open.

There was a crunch bang.

Zhang Xiaohan's hand slammed into the table.

In an instant, the bowl stopped shaking, the chandelier stopped swaying, the man's face softened, he got up and went out without saying a word, and the girl lay on the table and began to weep.

The glass door that was smashed open walked in a middle-aged fat man with a scruffy beard and a dark and round face, and as soon as he entered, he was bumped by a young man.

"Huh! Why are young people so angry now! Not educated at all! Looking back at the man, he didn't apologize, and without looking back, he got into the darkness of the street, and complained in a rather Beijing accent.