Shopkeeper Zhang felt this, not on a whim, but after getting along in the past few days, he found that although this soul was polite, he didn't talk much.

Running this inn, the shopkeeper Zhang has long been unable to remember how many ghosts he has ushered in, he has seen a lot of literati and ink writers, all of whom like to talk at length at every turn, and wish to see a strange ghost, so he will show off the few points of culture in his chest; there is a saying that nonsense is better than culture, and it is said that those literati and writers who are useless scholars.

But if you look at this again, you don't chant poems, you don't compose music and songs, you don't dance and ink, and you don't play with astronomy and geography, and there are no characteristics of a literati at all.

But if you want to say that he is a bandit, it is even less like, how can a bandit be so polite to you? He speaks in a way that is sometimes crepe, as if he owes you something.

When he didn't go out to wander around, many times, the guest officer looked at a place without saying a word, his eyes were blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking?

"Guest officer, where are you going to play today?" After the meal was cooked, the shopkeeper Zhang brought it to him, and then went to the counter to get a pot of wine.

"Oh. After hearing this, the guest thought for a while, and said, "I went to the pearl spring outside your northern city." ”。

"That's good spring water, and I'll tell you the truth, the wine in my shop is made from the spring water there, and it's sweet and not spicy. Shopkeeper Zhang rubbed a pair of chopsticks on his cuffs a few times, handed it to him, and said, "You use it slowly." ”。 After saying that, he returned to the counter.

"Well, thank you. The guest thanked him and began to chew slowly.

Seeing that he didn't say much, he didn't say anything anymore, so he felt bored and picked up the abacus account book and used the account to kill time.

After a while, the accounts were all settled, and there was not much business in the first place, so it didn't bother much. Just as he was about to put away the ledger, there was a continuous sound of "dong dong" on the wooden staircase to the right hand of the counter, and on the staircase, there was a light dust falling, dancing with the wind, floating in the air.

Shopkeeper Zhang turned his head and saw a man and a woman walking slowly downstairs. The man is already in the age of destiny, and his big belly is like a wine vat, and the woman is not more than twenty-eight years old, and she is born like a flower and jade.

"Hehe, Zion. The shopkeeper rubbed his hands and stepped forward, stopped the man and the woman, and said with a smile: "It's going to be dark now, where are you going?"

"We're going to the theater. The man known as Qi Weng stopped and saluted the shopkeeper slightly, showed a kind smile, and said: "On the stage of the Mid-Levels tonight, isn't the love story between the mermaid brother and the fisherwoman written by General Xiao performed?

Hearing General Xiao's three words, the strange soul was suddenly stunned, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Seeing what Qi Weng had been doing for a long time, the woman smiled and said coquettishly: "Son of the sea." ”。

"Yes, that's the name. Qi Weng slapped his head suddenly, and sneered at the shopkeeper: "Look at my memory, day by day is not as good as day by day; ”。

"No problem. Shopkeeper Zhang also smiled, and responded without thinking about it.

"Shopkeeper's. After sending Qi Weng away, the strange spirit asked, "What they said about General Xiao, but Xiao Shizhu?" There was a hint of excitement and excitement in his eyes, and then he flashed.

"Isn't it? If you want to talk about us generals, you're good. can be literate and martial, the plays he writes, they are all good to see that the venue is full, and sometimes the tickets have to be booked. Shopkeeper Zhang didn't notice the guest's expression at all, and it had turned from plain to faint excitement, but he just said in a self-conscious voice: "For example, this son of the sea is to tell the story of a merman stranded and saved by a fisherman." Under the careful care of the little sister, the merman slowly recovered, and the two ghosts also secretly fell in love. Later, the merman returned to the sea, and the little sister missed her every night, and the merman did not forget her, and tried her best to have a pair of legs and go ashore to live with this gentle woman. But when he did everything possible to have a leg and went ashore, he learned that his little sister had died of illness due to longing. The merman was grief-stricken, and after crying for three days and three nights, he crashed and died on the reef on the shore. As he spoke, he couldn't help but cry.

As everyone knows, this is Xiao Shizhu's pirated work, adapted from Hans Christian Andersen's "The Daughter of the Sea"; I don't know if this Hans Christian Andersen came to the underworld to order something; if he came and hadn't been reincarnated, I don't know how he would feel after adapting his fairy tale after learning that Xiao Shizhu didn't say hello?

And the strange soul didn't pay attention to the shopkeeper at all, but continued to ask urgently: "That's the play he wrote, he will naturally go to see it tonight?"

"It's not a premiere, but it's hard to say. Shopkeeper Zhang pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "At the premiere, he went to watch it with my master. Not necessarily tonight. ”。

"Oh. When the guest heard this, his face sank, and a little loss appeared between his eyebrows. After a while, he lowered his head and ate silently.

This human soul seemed to be very interested in Xiao Shizhu, and even the shopkeeper saw a little bit of this meaning. But although he thought so, the shopkeeper didn't delve into it, but just walked behind the counter and took a nap with his cheeks back.

After a while, the ghost had eaten and drunk, said hello to the shopkeeper, and went upstairs.

Back in the room, the man sat on the bed in a daze.

He is none other than the second leader of the Mo family, the poultry slippery.

Three days ago, he hurried to Shuoyue Island, but he lost Lin Cong the moment he landed. After looking around and not seeing Lin Cong, the bird slipped and went straight to Xiaoyu Mountain City.

Lin Cong's goal is here, and his goal is also here. And seeing Lin Cong's heavy quilt before, it also made him very unhappy. So he decided not to look for Lin Cong anymore, but to get rid of King Kong before Lin Cong. In this way, not only is the first work his, but he can also frame Lin Cong in turn, killing two birds with one stone.

But after staying in Xiaoyu Mountain City for a few days, Bird Slippery realized that things were not so simple. King Kong's current identity is the guard of the Ghost Mother Palace, Xiao Shizhu's personal guard, and he almost does not leave the palace.

And on Shuoyue Island, there is already no Mo family Lengzi and branch halls, so it is difficult for the birds to slip an inch, let alone sneak into the palace to eradicate King Kong.

But today, when he heard that the play written by Xiao Shizhu was about to start, he thought there would be hope. As long as Xiao Shizhu leaves the palace, King Kong will definitely accompany him, but after learning that it is not the premiere, it is unknown whether Xiao Shizhu will go or not, and the bird slippery suddenly lost a lot.

In a daze, the sky was completely dark.

Darkness crept in, filling every corner of the room, turning everything in the room into a vague silhouette.

The bird sat motionless in the dark, his mind constantly tormented, thinking about whether he should go to the mid-levels stage and try his luck.

He sat on the edge of the bed like a sculpture, and was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. The next second he got up and strode towards the door.

He decided to try his luck.

Just as he walked briskly to a distance of about three feet from the door, the fowl suddenly stopped. In the darkness, he frowned slightly, his right hand quietly penetrated into his waist, holding the hilt of the soft sword around his waist, and a trace of murderous intent flashed on his face.

He felt a ghost aura appear out of thin air outside the door, and although he didn't hear footsteps, he could clearly feel that this ghost aura was coming towards him.

"Stepping on the old wooden floor, there is not even a sound of footsteps on the ground, master. Fowl was startled, and hurriedly held his breath, staring intently at the door in front of him, which was immersed in darkness.

"Bird slippery. Suddenly, the ghostly owner stopped outside the door, and did not rush to push the door open, but called softly to the house through the door, and said calmly: "Chased me all the way, what do you want to do?" There was a hint of arrogance in the confidence, which made the questioning seem like mockery.

Fowl was shocked again, but he was soon relieved. That voice was very familiar to him, it was Lin Cong's voice.

"Brother Lin, are you here for business too?"

After he couldn't detect the ghost qi outside of Lin Cong, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He hurriedly pulled his right hand out of his clothes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took a few steps forward, and slowly opened the door.

There was a muffled "squeak", and the door gradually opened as the door shaft slowly turned. His eyes gradually became accustomed to the dark fowl slippery, and he saw Lin Cong standing outside the door looking at him with a smile that seemed to be smiling.

"What are you doing with me?" Before he could speak, Lin Cong snorted coldly and asked first, "Do you want to kill me?"

If it weren't for the lack of lights in the house, Lin Cong could see a little bead of sweat suddenly oozing from his forehead.

"I'm just here to do something, not to follow you. After a long time, the bird laughed a few times, lied and excused himself: "Besides, I don't know that Brother Lin is here?"

"Really?" Lin Cong moved the corners of his mouth, sneered, and asked, "Then you don't plan to invite me in to sit?"

The tone was a little softer than the previous question, which made the bird slippery instantly feel a little less nervous. After a sneer, he turned sideways and made a way.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to go in! The things that the giant told me have been done, and I have to go back to pay the errand. Lin Cong didn't go in, but continued to stand in place, looking at the bird slip through the darkness, and said with a smile: "Since you also have official business, I won't bother." ”。 There was a hint of murder in his eyes.