Outside the Drum Tower at night, in the beef offal soup restaurant.
Wang Gong lay on the table with a bored look on his face, reading the newspaper.
Of course, he loves reading newspapers, not because the content in the newspapers is good-looking, but because the newspapers recently reprinted the new novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" from "Ming Pao" magazine, and he has been fascinated by it recently.
Since the last antique exchange meeting, the enthusiasm in the store has gradually cooled down.
Business is not as busy as before, and Wang Gong's father can naturally go back to sleep peacefully.
Hmm... leaving his son in a haunted store is very fatherly.
As night fell, there were not many living people in the store, and the number of unusual customers gradually began to increase again.
But Wang Gong was not worried, because when the master left last time, he left him a large amount of money as a guide. He put it on the table and allowed the guests to take one piece by themselves after drinking the soup.
Occasionally there will be some grateful 'guests' who know that Wang Gong likes to hear some mysterious things, so they will tell him some things they know.
For example, there were gold and silver jewels hidden outside the eastern suburbs of the city. When Wang Gong heard this, his eyes lit up and he asked where?
"Not far away, thirty miles to the east, there is a grave of a high official. If you dig underneath, there will be treasures."
Haha, love is like robbing a tomb, take your time and don’t give up.
It is illegal to rob tombs, and you will be shot if you are caught. I am still young and have not yet married.
Another person came and said to him: "I have a big secret."
Wang Gong pricked up his ears.
"A lot of experts have come to L City recently. You can recommend yourself and maybe you can be accepted as a disciple."
When Wang Gong heard that this was good, he quickly asked the other party who the expert was and where he was?
As a result, the other party spread his hands and said, "Then how do I know?"
"Get out! Next one!"
"I know, I know!" An 'old customer' raised his hand and walked up to Wang Gong excitedly.
"Where is it??" Wang Gong's eyes shone, thinking that he was a reliable old customer, and he could drink soup for a thousand days in just one moment.
"On the ass!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as the other party opened his mouth, Wang Gong was immediately dumbfounded and asked confusedly: "What's on your butt??"
Seeing that Wang Gong didn't understand, the other party quickly said: "The birthmark, gourd-shaped, is on the buttocks of Widow Li next door."
Mentioning Widow Li, Wang Gong blushed and waved his hand impatiently: "Go, go, drink. Who asked this?"
"But don't you often peek at her bathing?? This afternoon, I saw you lying on the bed..."
"Get out!!"
Wang Gong threw a sesame seed cake over and was almost pissed off by these wandering ghosts.
The good guy doesn't have any useful information, but he knows his own interests and hobbies clearly.
When he was depressed, he heard a "ding-dong!" sound on the door beam.
As soon as Wang Gong looked up, he saw a girl in green clothes strolling in. The girl looked so pretty, with a small nose and big eyes, black hair like a waterfall, and a pair of furry little ears on her head. She was so cute.
Wang Gong's eyes widened when he saw it. He had seen a lot of female ghosts, but he had never seen such a beautiful one. When the girl looked towards him, her green eyes shone with a different kind of light.
Wang Gong's mind was filled with confusion, and he felt as if his soul was about to be lost.
"I...I...I am Guo'er!"
After Wang Gong finished speaking, he almost slapped himself in the mouth. He had not yet come out of the novel state.
As a result, a big foot suddenly kicked out from behind the door and kicked the girl's elastic buttocks.
Wang Gong's heart almost broke when he saw his goddess's sexy ass being kicked so roughly.
"I brought you out for team building, not to make you happy!"
The familiar voice made Wang Gong startled. He saw a hand outside the door, lifting the curtain and coming in. It was the master he hadn't seen for a while.
Seeing that familiar face, Wang Gong suddenly came to his senses. He felt like he was in a trance, and the uncontrollable impulse just now disappeared from his mind.
He hurriedly walked out from behind the counter: "Brother Zhao, you are finally here. If you don't come here, my place will become a hellhole."
After he finished speaking, he took a look and saw that Xu Tong was holding three sticks of yellow incense, and there were two unfamiliar faces standing behind him.
The former is dressed in white, with a high nose, red lips and white teeth, and fair and tender skin, resembling the appearance of a young man. He looks very much like the jade-faced scholar in the novel, a perfect young man.
It’s just that the eyes and eyebrows... well, they are so vulgar. Anyone who looks at them will curl their lips, and four words will pop into their mind, "spicy eyebrows."
Looking at the other man, he was a yellow-faced man. He was thin, but his face was full of gloom and murderous intent. Anyone who looked at him would be frightened.
If Chen Jian looked like an angry-eyed King Kong, with a calm expression on his eyebrows, then this yellow-faced man would give people the sinister and vicious look of a murderous robber.
Therefore, it is not true at all to say that appearance comes from the heart.
Look at these three people around Xu Tong, a vixen, isn't she both attractive and ugly?
No matter how good-looking or handsome a rat spirit becomes, no matter how his eyes look, he can't change his nature as a rat.
As for the resentful spirits, if you think about it, according to what the master said, they are evil ghosts in the Yin and Yang Dao. They eat living people alive, the kind of thing that takes three mouths and one fat person.
When the four of them entered the soup restaurant, the soup in the hands of the diners immediately lost its aroma.
"Bang!"
The chopsticks in the hand of a 'diner' suddenly fell to the ground, and he stared at Xu Tong and his group with straight eyes. They could not distinguish anything else, but they might be able to distinguish the special aura of Xian'er.
What's more, there are scary things like resentful spirits. They are wandering ghosts. They are like snacks in front of them. That ghost is not afraid of them.
"Everyone, go on, we are just here to have a meal and do some team building."
Xu Tong noticed the fear emanating from these wandering souls, and quickly comforted them, and took out a stack of banknotes and handed them to Wang Gong: "They are all mine."
When Wang Gong saw this situation, he was immediately startled. He thought to himself, "Hey guys, these are a bunch of evil spirits that can scare ghosts into looking like this."
Thinking of this, Wang Gong's unreasonable thoughts about the fox lady disappeared. After getting along for a long time, he also knew Xu Tong's temperament, so he hurriedly took the money: "Uncle Zhao pays for everyone today.
Each person has four taels of meat at home, everyone is moved or not."
What can they say? The buzzing sounds of each one are like mosquitoes. No one dares to move. No one dares to move.
Seeing this, Xu Tong ignored these wandering souls and placed the money on the table as usual, looking at the door of the soup restaurant out of the corner of his eye.
Sure enough, the silent treasure appraisal expert was still sitting there, just like a Wangfu stone.
Seeing his exchange of glances, she just nodded without any trace.
Wang Gong brought the soup, and a few pancakes for each person. Rats and evil spirits had no taboos. How do you think rat spirits eat in the wax museum?
After giving Wu Ling Zhi to a living person, he cut the meat off with a knife, cooked it in wax oil and ate it. He ate it with gusto, but the person who suffered the knife was miserable.
After eating and drinking enough, he would turn people into ghosts and carve out a layer of skin for these ghosts with wax. This was his daily pleasure.
The Wraith Spirit is even worse. In the Yin and Yang Dao, he is only in the middle of the food chain at best, and this is still at full level.
There are a lot of scary things in the Yin and Yang Dao. They can just chew some bones on weekdays and it's just a simple meal. He even eats zombies, so what's there to be picky about?
So the two of them ate with gusto. As for the vixen, she frowned at the beef offal soup. But seeing the three of them eating so deliciously, they could only hold their noses and take a few bites. They felt that the soup was neither fishy nor oily.
Then he was willing to imitate Xu Tong and soak the pancakes in a bowl and eat them slowly.
It's a pity that the Haibi brand soda in L city has not started to be produced these days. Otherwise, a bowl of hot soup and a bottle of ice-cold soda would taste so good~~ No wonder in reality many fat people stay up late at night and come out to drink soup.
Until you are full and full, according to this process, for normal team building, you should go to the massage room next door and choose a technician of your choice...
But Xu Tong doesn't have such a hobby. Well, of course it's because the people are simple now, and catching him would be a serious crime, so naturally he doesn't have such treatment.
But for team building, Xu Tong certainly didn’t bring them out just to let them eat.
Before, everyone couldn't talk, but the resentful spirits could talk but didn't like to talk.
Now that he has set up the hall and can open the hall to the outside so that everyone can speak within his own circle, Xu Tong certainly wants to know who is under his command and solve a difficult problem by the way.
When Xu Tong asked, the three people in front of him did not dare to hide anything. After all, they were their own masters, and they had to listen to what the master said.
The white mouse told his story, and the old nose had grown. Xu Tong and the others listened blankly for half an hour before they realized that the mouse had been hidden in the monk's belly by a Taoist.
So as soon as it opened its eyes, it seemed as if it never lacked food and just ate the monk's meat.
Before he left, the Taoist taught him a set of spiritual practice methods. In addition, the monk's meat was very rich in spirituality, and he could occasionally eat two stone-like crystals. Over time, he gained spirituality.
Leaving aside the rest of the story, the origin of this white mouse is a bit mysterious. Even the vixen on the side was very surprised. He thought that this mouse might be a fairy who escaped from the Hui family.
Of course there was a resentful spirit below, but he spoke in a confused manner, and within ten minutes, everyone lost interest. As for him saying that he was fine in the Yin and Yang Dao, Xu Tong's figure was born in a flash of his mind, and then he was swept away by a wave of
The hurricane brought out the Yin and Yang Dao.
Xu Tong thought in his mind that it was probably because he damaged the [Polyposis Tumor] and triggered the punishment mechanism.
The resentful spirit and the white mouse had finished telling their origins, and the three of them couldn't help but look at the vixen.
The vixen could only sigh and tell her story one by one...