The city of Typhon.

In the fourteenth year of Jingyuan, July 13.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The windows on the old street, which had been closed, barely opened a gap.

Cold air poured into the room through the cracks.

Li Boyang held a small fan and tried to blow out the smell in the room.

How did things come to this?

He looked at the long worm lying on the ground, his face distressed.

I wanted to continue sleeping, but now it's okay, sleep fart.

Walking around the long worm, Li Boyang kicked it with his foot.

The worm didn't react, as if it were dead, but the smell was endless.

It's not that it smells bad, but it smells fragrant.

It's just that in the rich aroma, it is mixed with the smell of the sea.

This made Li Boyang very uncomfortable.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder is hopeless, although he doesn't feel that the smell is unpleasant, but psychologically, it is like being scratched and scratched by a cat's paws, and he is irritable.

Coming to this world inexplicably, it was the first time he had encountered such an embarrassing thing.

The memory was shattered, and Li Boyang couldn't even confirm his true age, but he was twelve points sure that he was not from this world.

For the average person, traversal is undoubtedly an exciting word – if it is possible one day.

But for some reason, Li Boyang didn't feel anything about it, as if crossing wasn't something interesting or new to him.

He wasn't even interested in sorting out his messy and shattered memories.

I just want to be a salted fish lying at home every day.

Fortunately, the identity that came through was quite in line with his mind-

The predecessor lost his father when he was young and lost his mother at 16, inherited his parents' inheritance and had a small building.

There are no sisters and sisters, no relatives who calculate and go every day, and even few friends who can talk.

When his predecessor was twenty-six years old, he was accidentally electrocuted and died, and Li Boyang then crossed over.

At the age of twenty-six, there are no complicated interpersonal relationships, and there is no need to go to school, which is simply too in line with Li Boyang's salted fish mentality, and of course he is satisfied.

But the problem is that life can't just go on like this.

Salted fish also comes at a price.

Especially if I want to be a salted fish, I have a dry rice soul, and I want to play games, read graphic novels, and chase dramas.

All of this has to be paid for!!

……

The small building inherited by the predecessor has a façade room on the first floor, a workshop, living room, kitchen and bathroom on the second floor, and a bedroom, study and bathroom on the third floor.

There are two drying racks on the roof of the building, and a slightly worn beach umbrella in the corner, under which is a lazy chair, and a tattered second-hand radio is placed next to the lazy chair.

Li Boyang actually wants to replace the radio with a small tablet, which can be seen and listened to, how good.

Pity...... He was poor.

The façade room on the first floor has two rooms, one large and one small.

The big one is rented out, and the rent is a chain of unmanned supermarkets, and the rent is called every six months.

Because the location of the small building is not too good, the rent is not high, but it is relatively stable, and the rent is paid in advance every time.

If he eats porridge and pickles every day, and the money saved is paid for electricity and Internet bills, Li Boyang can barely survive.

But......

What is the essence of salted fish?

It is lying on the sofa drinking happy water, watching TV, swiping mobile phones, and eating snacks and blowing the air conditioner.

Instead of being so poor that he drank porridge every day, he could only lie on the sofa in a daze.

So he was forced to be helpless, in order to earn some living expenses, Li Boyang could only pick up the work done by his predecessor and open the shop in the small storefront.

The cold capital of Typhon is a metropolis with a decent history.

If it weren't for the influence of the cold fog, Li Boyang would have been able to live very well on rent.

There's no need to open this little shop at all.

Right...... When Li Boyang first entered the small store to check, his first feeling was that he had seen a ghost.

The small shop has three shelves.

The first is a hanger, two levels high and low, on which are hung all sorts of bells and whistles of sequins, headdresses and tailpieces, and even close-fitting gadgets that are simply pieces of cloth...... Ahem, the kind that makes it spicy when you look at it.

The second is the shelf, a total of three layers, the top of which is a mess of strange spar fragments, and the middle layer is placed a handful of black black seeds, animal skins that exude a faint odor, and some kind of shriveled columnar that makes people blush and heartbeat...... It's all stuff that should be thrown into the formalin soak, and at the bottom are all kinds of old bracelet porcelain, well, at first glance, it's the kind of fake artifacts that are artificially worn.

The last one is the bookshelf, the books on it only need to be scanned, you can see that these are all second-hand books, most of them are either nonsense folk science, random mysterious legends, or imperial uncles who are not suitable for children, or simply made up magic cheats...... The kind that dogs don't want to see.

Do business, sell these things that look like they're out of the garbage...... Are you sure you can sell it?

That's it...... In the middle of this small shop, there is an exaggerated chair.

How exaggerated?

The Throne of Bones knows, right?

Well, brush the Throne of Bones with local gold, and then inlay it with dense gems (glass) of various colors, and that's it.

It's earthy and infiltrating, and you can't look at it closely, because it's too fake.

If you look closely, you can clearly see the extra plastic burrs on the edge of the throne due to the non-standard workmanship.

The predecessor obviously took this into account, so the lighting atmosphere in the store was made to be a thief, surrounded by a dim purple-red halo, as if it was breathing, it was bright and extinguished, only an orange pillar of light hit down, and the throne bilinbilin flashed, and it instantly became a lot taller.

Li Boyang has reason to suspect that the largest investment in the predecessor's store is ninety percent of the lighting special effects, and the remaining one percent is simply to go to the second-hand market to buy goods - the kind bought by the kilogram.

Speaking of purchases, we have to mention the bottom of the small building, and there is a basement.

Originally, this basement was used for parking, but the predecessor didn't drive, so I simply sold the car, bought a little sheep, and dug a passage in the corner of the small shop that led directly to the bottom...... Those messy goods that I don't know how to buy are all piled up under the garbage heap.

Li Boyang went down to take a look when he was idle, and then he decided that if he didn't have to, he wouldn't go down.

Because it's so messy down there, there's nowhere to put your feet.

To add insult to his embarrassment, if he was to open the door for business, he would have to change into a black hooded robe and sit down on the uncomfortable throne of bones - in front of the throne was a small round table, on top of which was a crystal ball, and on the opposite side of the crystal ball was a slightly normal chair.

To sum up, the predecessor was not only selling some strange garbage that seemed to be unsellable, but also working part-time as a psychic.

Sitting on the throne of bones, I don't know the slightest bit of occult medium......

Li Boyang almost wanted to buckle out a three-bedroom apartment with his feet, what kind of thing can a person come up with?

This is a money scam, right?!

can recall the memory of the predecessor, it seems that occasionally the business is okay, and the monthly income of 3,000 is not a problem.

Li Boyang, who originally swore that he would not sit on it, finally broke the work.

No way, you have to make money.

It was precisely because the money in his pocket was a little small that there was a problem with the water pipe in the house, and Li Boyang didn't think about calling someone, but repaired it himself.

As a result, the kitchen water pipe burst halfway through, and the water flowed a lot, and finally a long worm flowed out.

A long insect with a fragrant smell and a slightly fishy smell.

On the one hand, Li Boyang felt disgusted and bored by the smell of fishy smell mixed with this fragrance, and on the other hand, he looked at the long worm, and an inexplicable thought came to his heart...... Can this thing be eaten?

At the moment when this thought just flashed, it was like a long worm that had hung up and suddenly moved.

Twisting from side to side, it becomes smaller and smaller, and the smell becomes weaker and weaker.

In the end, all that remains is the fragrance of nothingness.

Li Boyang exhaled as if he was saved.

Sniffed cautiously again.

Well, without the fishy smell, this faint fragrant smell is quite good.

Looking at the long worm that had become only the size of a palm, Li Boyang scratched his head, what is this? Natural air fresheners?

He tossed and turned around, found a glass bottle, poured tap water into the bottle, and then picked up the small worm with pliers and threw it in.

As soon as the insects entered the water, a colorful halo opened in the water, and a layer of wax formed on the surface of the water.

The faint fragrance has become lighter.

The aroma is vague and dreamy, if there is nothing, but it is seductive.

Li Boyang, who originally wanted to throw away the insects, "......"

It's very grassy.

His face changed for a moment, Li Boyang sighed and simply went downstairs.

Coming to the small shop below and looking around, Li Boyang hesitated again and again, and finally put the glass bottle in the corner of the small round table.

Well, there's an extra canned worm on the side of the Throne of Bones, which makes sense, right?

Li Boyang nodded with satisfaction, and then took a deep breath.

In the small shop, probably because there are too many second-hand goods, the smell is always a little sticky and musty.

But at this point, the musty smell disappears, and only a hint of aroma surrounds the tip of the nose, which makes people feel happy.

Clenched his fists and thumped his hands, Li Boyang laughed happily, just like this, I can still use waste, I am really a genius.

I didn't want to open a store today, but I didn't resist it so much at this time.

Draped in a black hooded robe outside, Li Boyang did a stretching exercise, and then slowly sat on the throne of bones.

Then I touched the underside of the small round table and pressed the switch.

The safety shutter outside the small shop creaked up automatically, and the lighting effect on the door and inside the store was also turned on at the same time.

Li Boyang sat for a while, probably feeling a little bored, and lowered his head and swiped his mobile phone again.

Maybe it was the broken memories of the past, and this kind of mobile phone with a trackball always gave him the illusion of being old and worn, so after a short swipe, he got bored and stuffed the phone into his pocket again.

With a groggy head, Li Boyang leaned back, rested his elbows on the armrests of the seat, folded his hands, and closed his eyes to take a nap.

Inside the glass bottle, the long worm moved slightly, and a stream of white smoke visible to the naked eye steamed up from the mouth of the bottle, like a living thing, and circled around Li Boyang's legs, and then slowly dispersed outside the store.

After a while.

The glass door of the small shop was pushed open, and the hanging bell made a tinkling sound.

Li Boyang, who was half asleep, opened his eyes instantly.