There's a dead man in the washroom!

A person's life is so simply lost in front of everyone's eyes.

It's abrupt, it's bizarre, and it doesn't seem like it's real.

The steward of the patrol was alarmed, and immediately came with a few guards, dragged up the dead bodies on the ground, and ordered them to be sent to the mortuary, where they were buried over.

When dealing with these things, the steward's expression was indifferent, as if he had become accustomed to the dead, and he didn't even track down how the sharp-beaked monkey died, but only said to the rest of the miscellaneous servants: "Okay, okay, what's the panic, who hasn't died?" Live and work hard, you know? ”

With that, the stewards and guards walked away with the dead sharp-billed monkey.

It's as if ...... The dead man had never been here.

There was a sudden silence in the second bathroom, and this group of new handymen also really realized at this moment how easy it is for people to die after being contaminated with anger!

Legend has it that people who enter the Huan Washroom often don't live for three or five years, but according to the current situation, let alone three or five years, it can be regarded as God blessing if they can live another year or two.

In the silent second bathroom, everyone's hands seemed to be trembling.

Song Ciwan's hands were also shaking, and she was also shocked.

There was a shock that I had never felt before, and my blood seemed to be half cold, and there was an indescribable heaviness pressing on my heart.

All men are mortal? But this kind of death is really sad.

The day passed in such repetitive and mechanical labor, and then there was no "big event" in the Huan Washroom, until the unitary time came and the Huan Washing Room was finished.

The stewards pay the handymen: yes, the wages of the washroom are paid daily.

Song Ciwan received a hundred copper coins, which made her feel a little relaxed after a heavy day.

One hundred wen a day, three taels of silver a month, which is indeed a high salary for the people at the bottom.

She got a pair of sheep demon alveoli from the steward's hand, and immediately decided to carry this alveoli, go to the vegetable market to buy some grains and side dishes, and go back to make a spicy fried lung slices.

I spent 20 yuan, and the remaining 80 yuan was saved up, and I waited until the end of the month to pay off the debt.

Song Ciwan is living a planned life, and the vegetables don't cost a few pennies, she mainly wants to store food.

There are not many tuns, only two or three buckets a day, so that a lot can be accumulated in a month.

Then dig a cellar at home, in addition to putting food, you can also put some vegetables and vegetables that are convenient for preservation, as well as other daily necessities.

Song Ciwan calculated carefully, walked around and went to the vegetable market, and still wore the "miscellaneous uniform" on his body, maintaining the special effect that dogs are avoided.

The vegetable market in Nancheng is bustling, and there are butchers chopping meat and bones to a loud sound, shouting loudly like a drum: "Sanhua mutton, sold cheaply today, eight cents a pound ......."

There are also vendors sitting on the ground, with dishes in front of them, but people are silent, and they have to wait for the buyers to come to the front before they hurriedly greet: "Home-grown vegetables, two handfuls for a penny, auntie, take a look?" ”

There are also beggars hunched over their backs, holding bowls and stretching out their hands, and whispering humbly: "Good Samaritans, give them a stutter, just one bite......

There is a bean curd stall around the corner, and the steaming bean curd wafts out of the wooden barrel, and the aroma of green onion sauce spreads slowly.

A lot of regular customers crowded on the side, and an old man with a wooden cup moved a stool to sit there, heheha On that day, the black clouds overwhelmed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the Hengshui Dragon King was angry, and the waves were high. The river demon is coming on the waves, it is really the danger of destroying the city, and the suffering of the spirit! ”

"The demon exterminators of our Cangling County are all dispatched, and there are innate martial artists who leap into a hundred feet and fly like flying; There are immortal real people waving talismans and chanting spells, and flying swords are like rain; There is a Buddha and Arhat who have great power to support the sky, and if a demon-descending pestle is smashed down, countless monsters will break their muscles and bones......"

He frothed at the mouth, and all kinds of grand scenes were as if they had seen it in person, and the listeners gathered around were stunned for a moment, and let out bursts of exclamations from time to time.

Those who leap into the sky and fly like rain of swords, how could they have been a scene that the people in the market could see?

In the mortal world, only when you open your eyes is birth, old age, sickness and death, those legendary gods and demons, they may not see them all their lives, but they have been imagining them all their lives.

Someone sighed and said: "It's still interesting to listen to our Mo Laogui tell stories, those in the teahouse on Qianming Street, don't talk about money, they tell stories about old sesame seeds and rotten grains." It's not fun yet! ”

Someone chimed in: "Isn't it, what a down-and-out boy worshiped the master of the martial arts hall, ten days of refining skin, 100 days of refining tendons, and a thousand days of refining bones, giving birth to qi and blood within five years to reach the refining of viscera, carrying a nine-ring knife into the demon cave alone, a big knife for a while, killing the devil to avenge his parents, turning back to join the Demon Guard, with the official body to achieve that fame, and marry a beautiful girl." I'm tired of hearing it......"

Someone laughed: "Hey, hey, hey, I'm tired of hearing it, why are you still so proficient?" ”

Someone hurriedly interrupted them: "How can you people do everything you can to interrupt, don't we want to listen to the great Confucian pen thousands of armies, thousands of armies...... What, 10,000 horses? It's okay to concentrate! ”

No, no, the storyteller Mo Laogui is already angry: "It's boring, don't talk about it, a group of rammers who stretch their necks and can't sit still, go back, old man, I'll go back and feed the chickens!" ”

The surrounding listeners were anxious, those who admitted their mistakes were busy admitting their mistakes, and they were busy keeping people, but Mo Lao was a strong temper, and he didn't care how people said good things, he just picked up his own stool, stretched out to the bean flower stall with a wooden cup, and said loudly: "Lao Chen, continue a bowl, today I Lao Mo has been talking for an hour, hurry up!" ”

Boss Chen of the bean curd stall hurriedly scooped a spoonful of bean curd and put it into Mo Laogui's wooden cup, added chopped green onions and sesame oil pickles to him, and stammered: "Old, old Mo, then you, you, you will come tomorrow, tomorrow, and come!" ”

Mo Lao was satisfied when he got the bean curd, and immediately raised his hand: "Okay, I'll come back tomorrow, two bowls of bean curd can't be missing!" ”

After speaking, he hugged the stool and held the wooden cup, and limped straight away.

No wonder his name is Mo Laogui, but it turns out that he is lame.

Song Ciwanbai, who was standing next to him, listened to the book, and saw Mo Lao walking past him with a limp, so he hurriedly dodged to make way.

Unexpectedly, there was a splash that couldn't keep people, and suddenly he was unwilling, so he quietly stretched out a leg at this time, and suddenly tripped at the foot of Mo Lao's crutch.

Mo Laogui suddenly lost his balance, and the whole person pounced forward.

Seeing that he was about to fall into the face with a dog to eat, Song Ciwan's eyes were quick, catching his wooden cup with one hand and holding his arm with the other, only the stool he was holding flew out at this time.

"Ouch!" but I heard a cry of pain.

And thumping.

It turned out that the stool that had taken off the fly actually smashed into the tripping skin, and the splash suddenly jumped up, hugged the injured instep and screamed in pain.

Mo Laogui stood firm, glaring angrily.

Splashy also glared back, his eyes fell on Song Ciwan, and when he saw the gray shirt and red trim on her body, he was shocked and afraid: "You, you...... You're from the Raccoon Washroom! ”

Song Ciwan's lips moved slightly, and before he could speak, he shouted again: "Huan washer, hahaha, Mo Laogui, you are miserable!" ”

After saying this, Splashy turned around and escaped into the crowd.

The people around are also busy scattering, and the people who are washing the room must not stay away? Just now, Mo Lao fell while walking, couldn't it be that he was affected by the bad luck of this Huan Washroom?

Song Ciwan was a little stunned, she didn't mention the performance of others, she didn't bother to care, she was surprised that at the moment when she was holding Mo Lao's turn, her scales moved again.

The illusory weighing pan and weighing rod emerged, and there was a light cyan gas lying on the weighing pan: [Eight points of hidden morale, big hidden in the market, can be sold.] 】

Hey! Hey?

What's going on? Surprise or fright?

Eight points of hidden morale, where did the fight come from?

Song Ciwan's gaze fell on Mo Laogui, who was grinning.