Song Ciwan thought about it for a long time, she actually has a lot of ways to make money.

For example, sugar refining, salt refining, turbid liquor distillation, etc., can be regarded as high-quality projects that are not difficult to implement and can be quickly implemented in small and large ways.

It's a pity that making money in this world is not a skill, but being able to hold money is the skill.

Whether it's salt, wine or sugar, in a word, if you're not afraid of death, just be bold and touch it!

Song Ciwan felt that he really didn't need to make life difficult, and he was obviously determined to survive, but he had to go to the waves, what was this for?

However, she is really short of money now, and there are some things that need to be done. Salt, wine, and sugar can't be touched, but there is always something that can be touched.

On this day, when he went home from work, Song Ciwan sold his anger again in exchange for Shouyuan.

[You sell your anger for eight taels or four dollars, and you get eighty years of life. 】

Today's account of eighty years of life, plus the accumulation of some time ago, Song Ciwan has a total of 1,230 years of life balance.

It's not fuzzy data, it's an explicit induction.

The more times she used the scales, the more closely Song Ciwan could feel that she was connected to them, and the more clearly she could perceive many things.

For example, the balance of life, and everything contained in the internal space of the scale.

Song Ciwan routinely sold a fried fat sausage in exchange for an aphrodisiac pill, and then waited at home for dark.

The big white goose walked in the courtyard with its neck high, Song Ciwan sat under the eaves, throwing corn kernels with his hands, the big white goose "quacked" one after another, whenever it catched, it had to flap its wings happily, obviously very satisfied with this game.

Until nightfall, the lights of thousands of homes were lit in the city, the light and shadow were beautiful, embellishing the dark side of the night, and Song Ciwan returned to the room to change into black clothes.

She was dressed in black, a mask of human skin with rough stitching, and finally a cloak.

The time escaped at night, and in an instant, her whole person melted into the shadows of the night.

The big white goose had just finished eating, and the whole goose was lazily lying in its goose cage, as if it didn't realize that the owner who had just returned to the house was actually under its nose, and floated out like a wisp of night wind.

South of the city, Willow Spring Street.

The bright lights are swaying under the starry night, and the night market of Willow Springs Street is bustling and noisy, with wine flags swaggering, dancing girls whirling, children running, and high-rollers calling slaves and maids spending a lot of money......

"Good!"

"One, another!"

In front of the restaurant called Drunken Xianju, there was a burst of lively cheers, but in front of the three-story platform, there was a dancing girl spinning and flying, the posture was slender and graceful, and it seemed to be a frightening leap between the movements, it was not a dancer in the world, but as if it was a fairy in the heavenly palace.

More and more people were attracted over, and people were dazzled, and they couldn't help but discuss: "This is not an ordinary dancing girl, I heard that it is a female disciple of Qionghua Pavilion, who was invited to Suyang by a drunken Xianju when she traveled to Cangling County." ”

"Drunken Xianju is really amazing, even the female disciples of Qionghua Pavilion can be invited, and I don't know if the eight families of Qionghua Pavilion can also invite one?"

"This is wishful thinking, disciple of the upper sect, it is extremely rare to be able to invite three or two, and you still want to see the eight families? Why don't you go home tonight and ask your mother-in-law to raise the pillow for you another three inches? ”

"Go, go, go! How do you speak......"

People laughed, crowds surged, and the threshold of the drunken house was almost broken.

But no one noticed that there was a restaurant not far from the diagonal opposite of the drunken house, this restaurant was also three stories high, and the door of the five-bay room was originally built to be spacious and atmospheric, but it was a pity that the courtyard was cold, and even the rows of lanterns under the eaves were now only lit one.

A cold lamp shone on a lonely person sitting in the lobby.

This person's name is Yan Hanzhang, the owner of this Dingfeng Building, and he is also a scholar, and he is a down-and-out reader.

The ancestors of the Yan family were actually wider, and even had innate martial artists, leaving a lot of family business in Suyang City.

Helplessly, the descendants are not angry, since the death of the congenital ancestor, it has only been more than ten years now, but this huge family has been defeated, only this restaurant is left, and Yan Hanzhang is struggling to support.

Yan Hanzhang was about to be unable to hold on, he sat in the lobby, sitting and sitting, but he opened his mouth without warning.

"Ahem! Ahem, ahem! Yan Hanzhang coughed heartbreakingly, coughing so much that tears broke out, and the shadows in the lobby shook.

Yan Hanzhang only held his chest and curled up on the chair, like a fish dying to save himself, bouncing in vain.

"Sister......" he muttered, "Hanzhang is afraid that he can't support it, you are in the Xu family, you live well in the Xu family......

At this point, he pulled it from his wide sleeves, and he actually pulled out a piece of white silk.

Yan Hanzhang wants to commit suicide by hanging himself in this lobby! He hoped that after his death, he could turn into a powerful ghost and devour all those who coveted the Yan family's last inheritance into the belly of the ghost. There is nothing you can do in life, and you only want to take revenge after death!

The night breeze blew, and the dim lanterns swayed faintly under the eaves outside the door.

The light did not shine into this gloomy hall, Yan Hanzhang put his head into the lock sleeve made of white silk, and hung in the air under his feet, and in an instant, the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming and overwhelming.

Yan Hanzhang: "Hmm, hmm......"

He underestimated the pain of death, and was obviously determined to die, but when death really came, he instinctively struggled again!

There was a burst of white light flashing in front of him, and a soul was tearing and fluttering as if he was about to go out of his body, and Yan Hanzhang let out a silent roar in his throat: "Ah! Ahh

His head was up, his eyes wide, and the dark red bloodshot nearly burst his eyeballs.

In his dying struggle, he saw a black figure like smoke fall from the beam in front of him.

What is it?

The black shadow seemed to be an invisible wisp of wind, and it seemed to be a tangible veil, which swirled in front of him in the night, and the white silk broke.

Bang!

Yan Hanzhang fell down and fell heavily to the ground.

But he couldn't care about rejoicing that he had survived the disaster, or regretting that he hadn't died. At this moment, all emotions have to give way to fear. He couldn't control his hands and feet, and while stepping back again and again, he said in a trembling voice, "Yes, what is it?" ”

What is it? Who? Or maybe it's some kind of monster?

The black shadow fluttered, pressing towards him, and an ethereal, emotionless voice sounded in his ears: "I am the most righteous and nameless god, give your soul, wealth, and loyalty, and you will get everything." ”

This, this......

Yan Hanzhang's eyes widened, and the brain occupied by fear and chaos finally cleared up for a moment at this moment, this black shadow said, give his soul, wealth, loyalty, he will get everything?

What kind of all? Including revenge?

In fact, he has nothing to lose, he doesn't even want his life, and after death, the ghost is ethereal after all, but if the opportunity in front of him can be grasped, who knows if it is not a turning point?

Yan Hanzhang, who was trembling all over, jumped up from the ground in an instant, and said: "Wealth, I have it, I have ......"

He rushed from the front hall of the restaurant into the backyard, and in the dim light, he rushed to a room in the backyard to rummage through the cabinets.

Under the bed, in the crack of the wall, in the mezzanine of the cabinet...... Yan Hanzhang rummaged through and took out several boxes, and after opening them all, most of them were empty, but only silver glittered in the few boxes where things were left.

After returning, these silver are about three hundred and fifty taels, as well as two house deeds and land deeds of this restaurant!

Yan Hanzhang was ashamed again: "I, I'm all that...... What can and can be exchanged for? ”

The shadow followed him like a shadow, and suddenly the silver in the box disappeared in an instant, and then a porcelain vase and an old, yellowed note with messy handwriting fell into the box.

Yan Hanzhang trembled his hand to take it, and there were words on the porcelain bottle: Pregnant Dan!

His heart was beating wildly, and he almost screamed.