The so-called trading house is actually a street, during the day, mainly the shops on the street are open to do business, after 12 o'clock in the evening, the shops close one by one, and those small traders who are operating without a license should come out to occupy a good position on the street.

In the first few years, the chengguan was still in charge.

Later, the trading house gradually developed into its own culture, and the street maintained its unique charm in the name of building a cultural district.

Although many roadside stalls do not have shops, in fact, the sites have been divided for a long time, and before planning to do business here, they must report to the report and explain all their information clearly.

Otherwise, if you let the chengguan who slipped through the street catch a fresh face and can't figure out the details, then you can't blame people for being unreasonable, right?

On this street, there are only a few shops frequented by Zou Xia.

The other stores are either too dark, or there is nothing real, and they are all fooling people, and even the effort to look at them is saved.

"These embroidered shoes, something more than 100 years ago, even if you only collect them, you don't have to worry about finding a buyer."

"What's more, it's not an ordinary cultural game, it's a magic weapon, a magic weapon that houses the spirit, has an independent consciousness, cultivates it, and will definitely be able to incarnate into a human form......"

When trading, Zou Xia never mentioned the words spell and curse, and he didn't exaggerate too much.

The scale is well grasped.

If this thing is really hard to find with a lantern, then it will make these profiteers more vigilant, saying that it is difficult to find with a lantern, why did such a big pie fall in front of their eyes? Isn't that!

After some communication, the current situation is that the store wants something.

But Zou Xia didn't pick anything good.

He is not short of money, he is not short of any money, and he usually barters in the trading house, so if he can't pick any treasures that can catch his eye, then this transaction still needs to be yellow.

"Otherwise, I'll exchange my points for your shoes, no matter how much the mall sells, I'll be 500 higher, what do you think?"

The shopkeeper's proposal made Zou Xia interested.

High 500?

The value of these shoes, he knows, it is indeed the most convenient to sell things directly to the mall, but the price will not be fair, and he does not know where the goods sold to the mall will eventually flow, he is still more inclined to help the bride in red find a suitable holder than that choice.

There is no other reason, and this is what she should be.

But even so, he still found out the price from his own exclusive mall-

- 4000 points.

As a spell weapon, and a pair of spell weapons, her value is absolutely extremely high, which Zou Xia has been mentally prepared for, but when the value of this pair of embroidered shoes is clear, he can't help but be a little surprised.

It's the same spell, and the wish is already very powerful, but when you buy it, it's only a few 400 points.

10 times the value, and it is also the lowest price, Zou Xia fully believes that once this pair of embroidered shoes grows up, it will definitely become a peerless killer.

But the curse on her body is too strong and too vicious.

If you keep it in your hands, it will become a disaster sooner or later.

Only by selling it can people have peace of mind......

The value of 4500 is not a small deal, even for the store of the trading house.

Zou Xia visited several stores in a row, and when he walked back, he passed by the store that was bidding with points, and was intercepted by the store.

The deal is done.

Spell Red Embroidered Shoes, worth 4,500 points.

After Zou Xia received the system prompt that the points had arrived, he immediately handed over the red embroidered shoes and left.

However, just sitting on the rental,

Immediately a phone call disrupted the plan.

"Uncle Zou, come to the hospital, Zhang Jialiang, the condition of the carrier has just deteriorated suddenly, I look at it, I shouldn't be able to get out of the operating room......"

These are the exact words of the director of St. Provo's Hospital.

Zou Xia was silent for a moment, and patted the driver's seat from the back seat: "Master, please go around, let's go to St. Prolo Hospital." ”

When the driver brought him, the dean stood at the gate and waited, looking a little anxious, pacing back and forth outside the doorway, looking up at the road from time to time.

Pay to get off.

Zou Xia walked quickly to the dean, "What's the situation now?" ”

"He's in a terrible condition, the operation won't last long, and in the end we'll try not to let him die on the operating table, wake up and see his family one last time, and then we'll push the body to the morgue, during which the family will go through all kinds of formalities, and finally arrange cremation or other treatment for the body."

"You're pressed for time, and you have to complete the carrier change ceremony before the body is released out of the morgue,...... Uh, I don't know about your process of changing carriers, so I'll call it a ritual......"

"Believe me, ignorance is bliss."

Zou Xia followed the dean and got on the elevator.

At the door of the operating room, Zhang Jialiang's parents sat on a chair against the wall, and the two old men leaned closely together, with a rare sense of calm in their panic, comforting each other.

It's not the first time their son has been in the operating room, and this has happened several times before.

It was all fine before,

So it's going to be okay now!

The old man held each other's hands with aging and loose skin, and the heat was transferred, both physically and mentally, snuggling up to each other.

But it's a pity that what awaits them this time is not destined to be good news.

Zou Xia changed into the doctor's clothes, carried out a series of treatments such as disinfection, followed the dean, and walked into the operating room.

"How's it going?"

The dean asked.

"It's not optimistic, the situation has been communicated to the family, they mean, they don't want to take risks, the two old people want to talk to their son again, and listen to his voice one last time."

Life and death, as doctors, especially doctors on the operating table, they are not commonplace, at least they can maintain emotional calm.

So the words were cruel, but the tone was calm.

is calm, so that the patient number who often sees the doctor can't help but panic.

Zou Xia glanced at Zhang Jialiang, who was lying on the hospital bed, his face was much haggard compared to the morning, and while the rest of the people were not paying attention, a small ivory-white snake quickly jumped out of his cuff, and the snake's head quickly poked forward and retracted like lightning.

On Zhang Jialiang's wrist, two small blood holes appeared in an instant.

Zhang Jialiang woke up, his soul woke up, broke away from his body, and sat up from the operating table, but the rest of the people continued their work and didn't see him at all.

Zhang Jialiang was stunned, looking at his corpse from the perspective of a soul, this feeling was very strange.

"Am I dead?"

"Not yet, but you won't survive this operation!"

"Who are you?"

"The Devil,"

Zou Xia smiled faintly: "Forget, we talked about it before." ”

"I thought it was a dream...... Zhang Jialiang was stunned for a moment, and asked with some uneasiness: "Why did you get my soul out?" ”

"Continuation of life,"

Zou Xia didn't explain too much, the dying person, after the soul is three-dimensional, the body will die quickly, but as long as the soul is allowed to enter that body again in a very short time, he can get a short life, and he should be able to live longer than the original...... A few minutes or so.

It depends on the strength of his soul.

"The deal we said we had before, is it okay?"

Zhang Jialiang asked very entangledly.

"Forget it, don't worry that I will break my promise, because you will witness the whole process of your funeral."

Zou Xia smiled, and lightly tapped his finger on the forehead of his soul, and then Zhang Jialiang only felt a dizziness in his mind, and with Zou Xia's sentence "It's time", the soul returned to the body, and the consciousness instantly returned to consciousness, extremely sober, and felt that the brain was better than before he was sick.

It's just that Zhang Jialiang knows that this is just a return to the light.

After a few short minutes, I was about to leave completely......

"I'm going outside to take care of my personal business."

Zou Xia patted the dean's shoulder, as if sensing something, pushed open the operating door and walked outside.

"Doctor, how is my son doing?"

"Doctor, doctor......"

As soon as he walked out of the operating room, he was surrounded by Zhang Jialiang's parents, and the two old men were surprisingly strong, both of them controlled Zou Xia's arms, dragged him down, and pressed him there tightly, unable to move.

Looking closely, it is not difficult to see that the foreheads of the two old men are covered with a patch of gray.

Ominous.

And Zou Xia's gaze never stayed on them, just staring at the direction at the end of the corridor vacantly.

That thing,

The rest are out of sight,

He could see clearly, at the end of the corridor, there stood an old man in a black cloth shirt, the old man's eyes were blood-red, and his nails were very black......

Zou Xia tried to move forward,

But Zhang Jialiang's parents were pulled by him to bleed from both hands, and they still grabbed his arm and refused to send it.

The bones were already deeply embedded in the flesh of Zou Xia's arm.

It was as if he was going to be dismembered in public.

"He's mine!"

"I'll take his soul, you can't stop me!"

Zhang Jialiang's mother grinned with a terrifying grin, and the voice in her throat was as hoarse and rough as an old man.

"Not right now!"

"I promised him that he would let him see his funeral before leaving, and you can come back then!"

"Now you don't have the qualifications to talk to me about the conditions!"

In the blink of an eye, the old man flashed in front of Zou Xia from the end of the corridor, his wrinkled face and gloomy and terrifying expression almost clinging to Zou Xia's face.