Horror: This is really not the underworld system

"It's five kilometers away from me, at No. 113 Tianjin Road. I didn't expect there to be a place selling oiled paper umbrellas in Jingbei."

Ning Xuan immediately got excited, sat up, and began to check the road information.

……

"No. 113, Tianjin Road. I've been wandering around here for a long time. I found No. 120. Where is No. 113 hiding?"

Riding a scooter, Ning Xuan had wandered around Tianjin Road twice, but he still didn't see the house number 113.

After parking the scooter at the location where bicycles are parked, Ning Xuan planned to walk and search carefully.

Finally, in an inconspicuous alley, I found the so-called "Babao Folklore Items Store".

The decoration of the store is very ordinary, the white tiles have turned yellow, and the glass door is covered with a layer of dust. This is not the most outrageous thing, but the most outrageous thing is that there are two brand new pictures of door gods on it. Like a small hair salon of the century.

Coming to the door of the shop, Ning Xuan felt cheated when he looked at the shop that was probably older than himself.

"This doesn't even have the most basic signboard. Is this really a store?"

After hesitating again and again, he still stepped forward and pushed open the glass door of the shop.

There are no lights in the room, and the visibility is not very good. There are two rows of wooden shelves on both sides of the room. There are many things on the shelves. After a quick glance, there are vases, batik, embroidery and other objects.

"Is anyone there?" Ning Xuan tried to shout softly.

The house was very quiet, as if no one lived there, and no one stood up to respond to him.

"Anyone? Buy something!"

There was a rustling sound from the back room, and then the lights were turned on.

He stood where he was, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were fixed on the inner room.

Not long after, a tall man in gray casual clothes came out.The man wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his facial features were well-proportioned, especially the bridge of his nose, as if measured with a ruler.

"Shopping?" After the man came out, he glanced at Ning Xuan casually and asked.

"Yes, do you have an oil-paper umbrella here? I want to buy an oil-paper umbrella." Ning Xuan touched his chin, and took two steps closer to the man.

The man glanced at him, then turned around, "I have an oiled paper umbrella here, I'll get it for you, you can look at other things here first."

"I……"

Before Ning Xuan could speak, the man turned around and entered the back room.

I didn't even ask what the price was, so you just go in and get it for me, do you know that I will definitely buy it for you?What a strange man.

Ning Xuan walked towards a portrait hanging on the shelf, which showed a beautiful woman in ancient costume.

As soon as he approached the portrait, there was a sound of metal colliding in his mind, and his footsteps stopped immediately, his expression froze.

"This, this place is not clean."

Ning Xuan stared at the painting, and found a not very obvious phantom hidden in the painting, and the phantom seemed to be spying on him through the painting.

"Cough cough."

At this moment, Ning Xuan was interrupted by a cough.

Ning Xuan instinctively took two steps back, the expression on his face was not very good.

The man stepped forward quickly, put the oil-paper umbrella on the shelf next to it, and rolled up the painting with his backhand.

"The person in this painting is really beautiful." Ning Xuan deliberately tried to test the man's tone, wanting to know whether the man knew what was in the painting.

The man turned a deaf ear to Ning Xuan's words, and after putting the painting on the scroll, he handed the oil-paper umbrella to Ning Xuan, "One hundred."

"You want one hundred for an oil-paper umbrella? Are you cheating?" Ning Xuan stared at the man and said loudly.

Before he came here, he had checked on Baidu, and the oil-paper umbrellas on the Internet cost tens of dollars, and the cheapest one even had free shipping for nine dollars. If he was not in a hurry, he would have placed an order directly on the Internet.

The man looked up at Ning Xuan, and took the oil-paper umbrella back.

Is there any such business?Ning Xuan was very annoyed, but he still smiled and said: "Yes, whoever says no, one hundred will be one hundred. WeChat is there, I want to scan WeChat."

The man pointed to the WeChat on the wall.

After Ning Xuan scanned WeChat, the man threw the umbrella to him directly.

"Hey, why don't you pack it for me, or give me a bag."

The man gave Ning Xuan a blank look, took out a shoe bag from the counter, and handed it to him.

Ning Xuan looked at the bag and was instantly speechless.

……

On the way back, Ning Xuan, who was riding a scooter, felt more and more wronged as he thought about it. He felt that his personality had been trampled on, but there was nothing he could do about that person.

Babao Folklore Store, this place is a bit interesting, that man knew that there was something hidden in the painting, so when I was staring at the painting, he would come over and put the painting on the scroll, but what is this person like? What kind of weird person is he? There is something in the painting, and if he doesn’t put it away, he hangs it on the shelf in the hall. What if someone really stares at the painting and accidentally absorbs his soul into it? Woolen cloth?

Ning Xuan thought for a long time on the scooter, but he couldn't think of a reason, so he stopped thinking about it in the end. He is not the kind of person who meddles in other people's affairs. Don't interfere with his life, whatever you do.

Back home with an oiled paper umbrella, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, but it was midsummer, there was still an hour and a half before the sun set, and there were still five or six hours before midnight. Ning Xuan didn't need to be too anxious, he could go to Prepare well.

Knowing that Ning Xuan was going to take him home, Liu Cheng had an indescribable feeling. While he couldn't wait to go back, he was afraid of seeing his parents at the same time, and he had struggled many times in his heart.

Seeing Liu Cheng's sullen look, Zhu Xuan came to his side, "Calling you Liu Cheng, I still can't get used to it for a while, I'd better tell you to kill the ghost."

Liu Cheng looked up at Zhu Xuan, smiled and nodded, "I'm not used to you calling me Liu Cheng."

"Hanged ghost, to be honest, you are really the most cowardly ghost I have ever seen. You are a ghost who has lived for more than 200 years according to your age, but you are still the same as a ghost who just died not long ago, you know Well, when I met the fire ghost for the first time, I wanted you to stand up and clean it up, but I didn't expect that you still didn't make a move in the end. In fact, I know that if you really want to make a move, the fire ghost must not be yours opponent."

Zhu Xuan patted Liu Cheng on the shoulder, "Gentleman, of course you have to use your words instead of your hands."

"Hey, you can pull it, you are cowardly, I can see it."

"..."

"What do you think it's like down here? Will I really go to the [-]th floor of hell if I die in vain?"

"According to hearsay, we are not some vicious people, we must be reincarnated directly when we go down."

"If I go down first, will you and the poisoned ghost miss me?"

"will not."

At some point, Yu Dazhi also came behind Zhu Xuan and Liu Cheng.

The three ghosts looked at each other and smiled...