Chapter 2851 There is a ghost in the blacksmith shop!
"Hey, this blacksmith shop is open for business again?"
A group of warriors patrolling the streets passed by and looked surprised when they saw the blacksmith shop in business.
The captain, in particular, looked at the shop seriously, with a flash of doubt in his eyes.
When the blacksmith here died mysteriously, he followed him to investigate the scene and calculated that less than three years had passed.
Then there were rumors that the place was haunted, there were indeed noises at night, and the thief claimed he had seen the blacksmith's ghost.
It had a nose and eyes, but it caused a panic and made it impossible to rent out the house.
When they pass by this place on weekdays, they feel so nervous that they don't stop too much.
But I didn't expect that today, this haunted house would actually be inhabited by someone, and it seems that they are going back to their old business.
Due to the limitations of my responsibilities, I naturally had to cross-examine.
"Young man, are you the owner of this shop?"
The captain looked at Tang Zhen with scrutiny in his eyes, wanting to see if there was anything wrong with him.
As a result, they found that Tang Zhen had an indifferent expression, not showing any cowardice of ordinary people when facing warriors, and that he faintly exuded a special temperament.
I'm afraid this young man is not simple.
The captain was about to ask a few more questions, but unexpectedly, at this moment, the sound of blacksmithing came from the shop.
The captain took a peek and saw a tall figure swinging a hammer in the dark room.
The captain was suspicious. The man's back looked familiar, but why did it feel so weird?
When he looked carefully again, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he quickly looked away.
"It's okay, just get busy!"
The captain didn't want to cause trouble, so he simply asked a few questions and then led his men forward.
After walking a certain distance, the captain breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?"
The subordinate noticed something unusual and asked out of curiosity.
"It's nothing, it's too hot."
The captain said casually, but his eyes were a little dazed.
Upon hearing this, his men looked at the sky in confusion. The sun had just risen at this moment.
The captain came back to his senses. After hesitating for a moment, he reminded his men: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. If nothing happens, don't mess with that blacksmith shop."
After hearing the captain's inexplicable warning, several of his subordinates showed doubts, but still nodded.
They were not rookies and knew that some people were not to be messed with, but when they thought about the owner of the blacksmith shop, there was really nothing special about him.
"Boss, just tell me what's going on?"
"Yes, please make it clear so that we can be on guard."
My hands felt itchy and couldn't help but ask.
The captain frowned, looked at his men, took a deep breath and said, "Do you really want to know?"
After getting a definite answer, the captain looked around, then lowered his voice and said: "I told you, don't be afraid. When I was talking to the boss just now, I saw the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop.
Judging by his height, body shape and clothes, he is clearly the dead blacksmith and definitely not someone else!"
Everyone's expressions changed at the same time. How could the blacksmith who was obviously dead come back to life?
Oh my gosh, this is haunted!
This thought flashed through their minds, coupled with the rumors from the past, and cold sweat broke out on everyone's foreheads.
"Um, boss, did you see it wrong?"
Hearing his subordinates' questions, the captain sneered and said in a light tone: "It's not like you don't know how poisonous my eyes are. Even after ten or eight years, I can still recognize each other by looking at their backs.
If I said it was the dead blacksmith, there must be no problem, not to mention that I haven't given out the biggest evidence yet."
When the captain said this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he continued to say in a sinister tone: "Not only does that figure look exactly like a blacksmith, but its feet do not touch the ground, and there is no head on its neck at all!"
"hiss……"
Hearing what the captain said, everyone took a breath and subconsciously looked at the blacksmith shop in the distance.
I don’t know why, but the originally ordinary blacksmith shop now looks so gloomy.
"Captain, what should we do?"
One of his subordinates asked in a trembling tone. He was a survivor of that disaster and was extremely afraid of ghosts and gods.
After listening to the captain's story, he felt like he was trembling all over when he thought about having to walk by the blacksmith shop every day.
"What should I do? Just hide. Otherwise, why would I warn you?"
When the captain said this, he shook his head again and said in a helpless tone: "This is not a solution. If it doesn't work, just spend money to buy amulets and report the matter to the Zhenfu Department.
If it is true that you are dazzled, that would be great, but if it is true, I would rather not do this job than stay on this street!"
The group of warriors patrolling the streets gradually moved away. The blacksmith shop was still open, but it didn't sell a single product.
Tang Zhen was not in a hurry, he just read the book slowly and wrote a few lines from time to time.
The neighbors who were secretly observing slowly relaxed their worries after confirming that there was no problem.
As for the sound of blacksmithing in the blacksmith shop, it should come from new employees. There is not only one blacksmith in the world.
Perhaps the other party's purpose in buying the haunted house was just to open a new blacksmith shop and save a lot of time.
With this idea in mind, the original fear has been reduced a lot. It seems that I am really suspicious. Is it possible that there are still ghosts in broad daylight?
Little did they know that there was indeed a ghost forging iron in the blacksmith shop at this time.
When the sun went down and the sound of drums came from the city gate, Tang Zhen slowly closed the door of the shop.
Next to the red stove, a figure stood quietly, like a set of clothes being hung up.
"Here, have a drink."
Tang Zhen opened the food and wine he bought, including smoked fish and bacon, some boiled beans in salt water, and a jar of slightly turbid old wine.
The figure next to the stove heard this, hesitated for a few seconds, and slowly walked to the table.
"sit."
Tang Zhen opened the wine jar, poured himself a bowl of old wine, and then filled the empty bowl opposite.
The empty man's clothes were swaying as he sat on the chair and seemed to be staring at Tang Zhen.
If the neighbors saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked and frightened, convinced that the blacksmith shop was really haunted.
"Although you are a spirit body, you can absorb vitality and inhale the scent of incense and wine.
This way of smoking is actually a special way of energy supplementation, transformation and absorption.
If a ghost doesn't eat, he will starve to death.
As for why it cannot absorb the energy of heaven and earth, it is because the spiritual body is born with thoughts and belongs to a kind of negative energy, and its state is very unstable.
In this special state, if you want to absorb the energy of heaven and earth like a monk, you are looking for death..."
Tang Zhen ignored the blacksmith opposite and just talked to himself. The content of his words seemed a bit incomprehensible.
But the clothes floating in the air across from him began to tremble slightly, as if they were excited by Tang Zhen's words.
Tang Zhen seemed not to notice, and continued to talk casually while drinking the old wine: "It is difficult to practice the ghost path, but it may not be impossible to find another way, such as changing one's own form, or simply entrusting objects to practice.
I have a set of formulas here. If you remember them firmly, it will be considered as the wages for hiring you to make iron and cook..."
Perhaps because of the great simplicity, a mantra only has more than a hundred words, and it has been recited in the blink of an eye.
"You're drunk, go to sleep!"
After three bowls of old wine, Tang Zhen stood up unsteadily, returned to the bedroom and fell asleep.
After eating and drinking enough, go to bed. Such a relaxed life is extremely comfortable.
The figure at the table was silent for a long time, then stood up and knelt down three times and nine times in front of Tang Zhen's bedroom.