The host, she slag the whole book villain

Chapter 569 The Host Is God's Broker (3)

Seeing Su Ye's suspicious eyes, he shook his folding fan on New Year's Eve, and said calmly:
"That is the spirit of the weapon that existed when the weapon was born. Once no one likes it, they will choose to disappear."

The vessel is still the same vessel, but without the spirit, it is completely reduced to a dead thing.

The same is true for the god of solar terms, and the same is true for utensils.

Hearing this, Su also stood up, walked to the giant bow she had used, closed her eyes, and stretched out her hand to touch it. She didn't feel the existence of the spirit.

As expected, but it seems unexpected.

This is an era of hot weapons. Things like bows and arrows have long since lost their value.

Withdrawing his hand, Su also turned and walked over, opened the door of the antique shop, the music outside became louder and louder, and New Year's Eve on the recliner behind him put away his sloppy face and frowned irritably:
"Noisy!"

Every year at this time, those Chinese and foreign shops start to play jingle bells, it's so annoying, and I haven't seen them so enthusiastically saying Happy New Year during the Chinese New Year!
"If you don't want to be disturbed, you can hide in the mountains."

Su didn't close the door either, and leaned against the wooden door, her eyes fell on that noble and elegant face on New Year's Eve, but it was hard to hide her irritability.

New Year's Eve is like a leader among all the gods of solar terms. In fact, it is somewhat inappropriate to talk about solar terms, but they themselves call themselves the gods of solar terms.

On New Year's Eve, no one knew how long he had existed, even he himself couldn't remember clearly.

I just remember that a long time ago, those primitive human beings would kill pigs and sheep and worship him with the most solemn sacrificial etiquette.

Later, with the passage of time, with the invasion of foreign culture, the meaning of his existence seems to be only "wearing new clothes" and "getting lucky money". The value is gone.

People have long forgotten why New Year's Eve was born.

It's very lively outside, and he used to be lively too.

Worshiping the Stove King, Sweeping the Dust, Divination, New Year's Eve Dinner, Keeping the New Year's Eve, Worshiping the Ancestor, Paying New Year's Call, Opening a Business...

Compared with those foreign festivals that are only grandstanding, his existence has been endowed with a lot of meaning that only belongs to this oriental land.

"It's boring."

On New Year's Eve, I suddenly stopped being irritable. I raised my hand and was about to close the door when a group of chattering junior high school students walked in.

Frowning, he turned over, he turned over nonchalantly and continued making a salted fish.

"Wow, there is an antique shop here!"

Walking in by themselves, the little girls were very excited, as if they had discovered a novel and different world.

"Xuanxuan understands that you should not mess with them. These antiques must be very expensive. If they are damaged, we won't be able to pay for them!"

A girl with long hair who looked a little more stable in the back quickly reminded her companion that when she passed by Su Ye, she smiled politely at her.

Su also saw that he was lying there cooking salted fish on New Year's Eve, so he directly became the owner of the antique shop:

"If you like it, feel free to bid."

New Year's Eve on the recliner turned over, opened his eyes slightly and glanced at him, then closed them again.

"really?"

The little girls became more and more excited.

Su also nodded with a smile.

So, a few little girls wandered around the antique shop.

She found that since these girls came in, the weapon spirits in the antique shop had become active, and her brain, which was still a little dazed, became sober at this moment.

Wanting to keep these oriental festival gods is nothing more than letting them regain the faith of human beings.

simple!
(End of this chapter)