The sun was shining brightly at this moment, but the young man in front of him was pale and his lips were not even a trace of blood.
After many days, it was still somewhat effective. Zhang Qingjiu was about to close the stall and go home, but when he saw him, he frowned.
What a strong smell of death.
Another person who doesn't want to live but wants to die.
If his death energy were brought back...
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes."
Hearing Zhang Qingjiu's answer, the young man nodded, seemingly relieved, then slowly sat down, took out a copper plate with a corner missing from his arms, and placed it on the stall, "In this world,
Is there any way to die without pain?"
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at it and slowly raised his eyes, "Aren't you afraid of death, are you afraid of pain?"
"It's not that I'm afraid of pain." The young man frowned again, with hesitation in his eyes, "It's just that I don't want to make my death too ugly."
After a pause, the young man said again, "I've thought about it, but it doesn't seem to work either by diving into the water and drinking Hedinghong."
"You think a lot." Zhang Qingjiu sneered.
"But I didn't expect it." The young man sighed, "Can you help me? They all say that you respond to requests, so you must have a way, right?"
"Of course there are ways." Zhang Qingjiu sneered, "But do you really want to die?"
The young man seemed to be stunned by Zhang Qingjiu's question and lowered his eyes. But after a while, he raised his head again and twitched the corners of his mouth, "But what are you doing alive...?"
His words seemed to be asking Zhang Qingjiu, but more importantly, they seemed to be asking himself.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when a burst of noise suddenly came from behind him.
Although this stall is on South Street, because it is located at the corner, even if there are three or five people standing there at once, it will not hinder the flow of people. But if there are ten people, it will be different.
Looking at the group of young men in rich and colorful clothes gathered in front of the stall, Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, his eyes a little deeper.
The visitor obviously did not come to her to inquire about the sow, nor did he seek marriage from her.
"Su Zijin, you poor guy, what are you doing here?"
"You still tell fortunes? What do you mean? Do you tell when you will win the first prize?"
"Come on, he's the only one who's still the top pick? His name wasn't even registered!"
…
The various voices were all directed at the young man sitting in front of the stall, with a bad attitude, mocking tone, and contemptuous eyes. As they talked, some people started laughing and moving.
As for the originally pale boy in green, the moment these handsomely dressed boys appeared, his pupils shrank, his mouth tightened, and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily, but no matter what they said, he still sat there, motionless.
Those people were probably used to his appearance. Not only did they not stop, but they intensified their efforts. One of them even held a folding fan in his hand and was about to hit him on the head...
Seeing that the powerful fan was about to fall on the young man's head, it was not broken but also swollen.
Zhang Qingjiu sighed, "Hey, just keep talking, why are you moving your hands and feet?"
The person wielding the folding fan was a young man with inverted triangular eyes and pointed cheeks. The expected "bruising" did not appear, which made him slightly shocked.
He raised his eyes and saw that his folding fan was being gently held between two white fingers. He pulled the fan, but it didn't move at all. There was nothing he could do if he pressed down further.
The boy with a sharp mouth and cheeks looked at Zhang Qingjiu, who had stood up at some point, with a flash of irritation in his eyes, "Bold! What are you doing?"
"It's okay to hit people, but don't do it in front of my stall." Zhang Qingjiu smiled slightly, turned his wrist, and saw the golden folding fan spinning in the air and falling to the stall with a "pop".
"You!" The boy with the sharp mouth and cheeks had obviously never encountered such a thing before. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. When he realized what he was doing, he was about to step forward, but the person next to him reached out to hold him back.
"It's really not right to hit people." A young man holding a folding fan came out from behind again. He was dressed in white and had a dignified posture. His eyebrows were handsome, but his eyes were a bit indescribably superior.
He smiled warmly at Zhang Qingjiu and bowed humbly as a student, "I'm sorry, it's us who disturbed Mr.'s business."
Zhang Qingjiu glanced at him lightly, without speaking, lowered his eyes, and picked up the chipped copper plate that he had not picked up before.
Seeing that Zhang Qingjiu didn't respond at all, the young man looked slightly startled, his brows furrowed almost invisible, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he nodded towards the person behind him.
Seeing this, those people immediately stepped forward in twos and threes, took the pale young man's arm, and tried to drag him away.
The young man gritted his teeth, glanced at Zhang Qingjiu desperately, and suddenly closed his eyes, seemingly giving up the struggle.
Turning the copper coins in his hand, Zhang Qingjiu sighed softly, "But you have already disturbed my business."
Soon after, a cold light flashed through, and with an "ah" sound, the boy who was dragging the hardest and the burliest suddenly let go of his arms, and his whole body arched up like a shrimp, with a painful look on his face.
Unbearable.
The sudden change stunned everyone.
Even the young man who gave up his struggle opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
These young men looked like they were the children of wealthy families. How could they be treated like this on ordinary days? They were shocked and frightened for a moment. The rest of the people stared at Zhang Qingjiu with wide eyes and glared at Zhang Qingjiu: "What did you do?"
"I would like to ask you what you want to do." Zhang Qingjiu clapped his hands and raised his eyes slowly, "I haven't finished my business yet, but you want to take my guests away, and you want to take away my guests."
What do you want to do?”
"Business?" A young man inside sneered, with a disdainful tone, "He is a poor guy, how can he have the money to do business with you? Even if he just cheats, how dare he show off in front of the young masters?"
"That's right..."
The remaining teenagers also followed suit.
Zhang Qingjiu raised her eyebrows, scanning their faces one by one, and finally landed on the young man who specifically apologized to her before.
Obviously the other party didn't say anything or do anything, but it still gave Zhong Qingyun a feeling of chills all over his body.
Zhong Qingyun took a deep breath, a cold light flashed deep in his eyes, but he still smiled and took out a banknote from his arms, "Sorry, it's our fault for ruining Mr.'s business. These banknotes are not
Knowing is enough to compensate..."
"Get out of the way." However, before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Zhang Qingjiu.
The young man frowned and took a step back.
Zhang Qingjiu slowly squatted down, picked up a broken copper coin from where he originally stood, wiped it gently with his sleeve, and then solemnly put it into his arms.
Smiling slightly, without even looking at Zhong Qingyun's livid face, he turned his head and said to the young man who was gritting his teeth, "Tell me, what do you want to do today? I'll make it happen for you."