My staff is inhuman

Chapter 62
"Dingling, dingling..."

The bells gradually became one.

Yang Yang was dumbfounded.

As a former employee of the restaurant, Yang Yang naturally knew what the bell represented.

One is a human, two is a ghost, and three is a disaster.

But what does it mean to be connected? ?

Don't tell me you've seen it, you haven't even heard of it.

"What's the matter, young man!" At this moment, the old man turned his head with a smile, his eyes opened a crack, and the moment the cloudy eyes swept over, Yang Yang's body trembled uncontrollably.

A face turned pale, and there was a feeling of dying.

"me……"

Calm down, calm down, fuck them, calm down! !
Yang Yang was screaming in his heart, but his mouth was still trembling. The fear in his heart almost made him collapse.

Just a glint in his eyes made him feel as if his soul was gone, and Yang Yang felt that the old man in front of him was ten times, a hundred times more terrifying than that Ms. Tang who smashed up the restaurant.

Seeing that Yang Yang was speechless.

At this time, Dai Moli had finished serving the guests in her hands, and when she turned around, she saw that something was wrong with Yang Yang's expression, so she hurried forward with a smile.

"Welcome, grandpa, let me help you there."

"Oh, good good."

The old man let go of Yang Yang's hand and patted Yang Yang with a smile: "Young man, I'm still not proficient in business."

Yang Yang's teeth were trembling, and he nodded his head desperately, but he couldn't even utter a word, he could only use his eyes to continuously signal danger to Dai Moli.

It's just that Dai Moli didn't notice Yang Yang's strange gaze, and helped the old man to sit on the massage chair.

"Grandpa, our family's specialty is hydrotherapy and fire therapy. Would you like to try it?"

"Oh, what's hydrotherapy? What's fire therapy?"

The old man was lying on the chair, his eyes never opened.

Dai Moli rubbed the old man's shoulders with both hands, and then introduced the process and characteristics of hydrotherapy and fire therapy to the old man in detail.

"Xia... Xia... Xia Tao?"

At this moment, Yang Yang was lying on the counter with trembling legs.

Xia Tao looked at her brother's ugly face and looked at him suspiciously.

"Boss, hurry up and call the boss."

"elder brother?"

Seeing her brother's nervous expression, Xia Tao stretched out her hand to hold him: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Yang's body trembled uncontrollably, and he squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Run!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

On the massage chair, the old man Lang Lang laughed loudly.

It has to be said that Dai Moli's business level is really high, no matter what kind of guests are around her, she will feel very relaxed.

Generally, guests will basically try these items while enjoying it.

But the old man was obviously not an ordinary guest.

"It's either water or fire. You youngsters don't know what enjoyment is."

Dai Moli was a little surprised by these words.

Looking at the old man suspiciously: "Is it because these services are not good?"

The old man waved his hand, opened his eyes and looked at Dai Moli: "Son, have you heard of Sanle?"

As far as the eyes could see, even Dai Moli couldn't help shivering, as if the moment the old man opened his eyes, the whole world seemed to be dragged into a dark abyss.

"I……"

"Sanle, you don't even know what kind of massage shop you are doing. I think it's better to close your shop as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment."

The old man's voice was still calm, but his words became harsh. Dai Moli took a step back, already feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"Three Les!!"

Yang Mei, who was doing cupping for the guests, didn't realize the danger, but just looked up at the old man calmly after hearing what the old man said.

"I have the impression that I heard from my younger brother that there are three joys in life, shaving the face, picking ears, and piercing eyes."

At this moment, Yang Yan has not taken over yet, her body consciousness is Yang Mei herself, and no other expressions can be seen on her stern face.

"what?"

Hearing this, the old man smiled and looked at Yang Mei: "Interesting, you girl doll is very interesting, it's a pity, it's a pity."

"pity?"

"Unfortunately, you won't live for too long. Humans are not human, ghosts are not ghosts, and those who want to challenge taboos will not end well."

What the old man said made Yang Mei frown, she didn't understand what the old man meant.

Still want to ask again.

Dai Moli, who had already retreated to her side, pulled her and signaled her to stop talking with her eyes.

Yang Mei couldn't feel that the majesty on the old man's body increased a bit after every word he said.

In the eyes of Dai Moli and the others, the old man is more like a time bomb at this moment.

If you don't understand every sentence that follows, it may lead to disaster.

"Why, can you do it?"

The old man began to get a little impatient.

"Grandpa, please wait a moment, I will arrange a technician for you."

Dai Moli didn't dare to refuse, as the saying goes, it's easier to ask God than to give it up, if she can't satisfy the old man in front of her, Dai Moli doesn't know what will happen next.

So he had no choice but to resort to a tactic of delaying the attack, and dragged Yang Mei to the bar.

Dai Moli took out her mobile phone from under the bar and dialed Uncle Zeng's number.

At this time, Uncle Zeng may be the only one who can stabilize the situation.

However, when he called the past, he couldn't get through.

"Sister Jasmine!"

At this moment, Yang Yang patted Dai Moli's arm lightly, and pointed to the window outside the door.

Dai Moli looked sideways, and found that the sky outside the window was frighteningly dark at some point.

There wasn't even a single pedestrian on the road, instead there were vague shadows hovering outside the door from time to time.

It's only 19 o'clock now, such a weird situation should never happen.

Dai Moli turned her head to look at the old man on the massage chair.

The old man tapped lightly on the seat with his fingers, and every time he tapped, the sky outside became darker, and more and more shadows began to gather here.

It was like a countdown.

If the needs of the elderly were not fulfilled, perhaps those shadows outside would really swarm up and destroy the entire massage shop.

"How to do?"

Dai Moli also panicked.

Uncle Zeng taught her massage and bone-setting techniques.

I have also learned the craft of taking face shots, so there is no problem with self-confidence.

But to say, Dai Moli has never learned anything that really involves this kind of hard work.

"Or... we..."

Yang Yang opened his mouth, wanting to say escape, but he couldn't open his mouth in front of Dai Moli and Yang Mei.

"Meizi, I understand what you just said about shaving your face and picking your ears, but what is eye drilling?"

Yang Mei frowned, and when she was about to speak, her eyes suddenly became loose, then her pupils dilated, and finally tightened again.

When he raised his head again, the expression between his brows had changed.

"It's an old tradition that has long been lost."

It was Yang Yan's voice.

The "eye" in the so-called "eye opening" refers to a small hole in the lower eyelid of a person that weeps. This small hole can shed tears and secrete eye mucus.

"Punching the eye" is to use a piece of hair or a horse's tail hair to pierce it to dredge the small hole.

"When I was in school, the teacher also told me how to drill eyes. It's very simple. Apply a hot towel to the face, insert the strands of hair under the eyelids, turn slowly, and wait until tears drip out from the other end of the strands of hair. .”

Yang Yan studied acupuncture and massage, so he is very clear about this. (Chapter 38 mentioned!)

"But this craft has been lost because the technique is too demanding and not everyone can do it."

Think about it, using a strand of hair to stab under the eyelids, accidentally piercing the eye, not to mention hurting the eye, it's not a big deal if you can't control the force enough to make people's eyes itch.

In the past, if a guest felt uncomfortable, he deserved to raise his hand and give you a slap. This is called unskilled learning.

But the problem now is that if the elderly cannot be satisfied, what awaits them is not a slap.

"I'm going to call the boss."

Yang Yang wanted to go upstairs, but at this moment, Xia Tao, who had been silent all this time, asked, "Can I just control my hair?"

Yang Yan nodded: "Yes, this craft requires a skill, and the other requirements are not high."

"As for shaving and ear picking, I can do it."

"Then... I can give it a try!"

"Xia Tao!"

Yang Yang grabbed his younger sister's arm. He knew the old man's horror, and worried that his younger sister was going to die.

Xia Tao patted his hand and signaled Yang Yang to be relieved, "This is our home, and I want to keep it safe."

Xia Tao's determination was revealed in her immature voice.

Yang Yang was stunned for a moment, and let go of Xia Tao's arm.

"Is it really okay?" He asked Yang Yan.

"No problem, as long as the technique is stable enough."

"Well, my sister will leave it to you."

Yang Yang took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Yang Yan.

"Don't worry, there's something to do, I'll be the first to stand in front of Tao Zi."

Dai Moli's guarantee is always worthy of people's trust. Yang Yangming knew that this was not a guarantee, but he still felt much more at ease.

"How is it, when will the technician arrive?"

The old man urged with half-closed eyes.

Dai Moli took a deep breath, held up the brewed tea, and walked behind the old man with Yang Yan and Tao Zi.

"Master, the technicians are ready..."

(End of this chapter)