The heavens start from Maoshan

The three of them fumbled forward in a panic, there was nothing in front of them, but they just couldn't take that step.

Swish! !

The paper man caught up.

It raised the mourning stick aloft, and hit the three of them on the heads one by one like hitting stubborn old corn.

Juice flew all over the place, how could it be such a tragic word, the three of them were beaten to death in the blink of an eye.

"Grandpa Zhang..."

Yang Nuonuo was taken aback.

She thought that Zhang Heng would not save people, but she did not expect that Zhang Heng would block the space, stop the three people, and let the three people be beaten to death by paper figurines.

It's just plain easy.

Take a look at Yang Nuonuo.

Zhang Heng didn't explain either.

In the world of adults, there are not so many reasons.

If you don't understand, that's your problem.

"Humph."

"Lied to me!!"

Wait until the paper figurines beat the three of them to death.

Zhang Heng reached out and grabbed the backpacks of the three of them.

Open it up and take a look.

There is only a pair of red embroidered shoes in the backpack, so there is no white candle.

From the looks of it, it's really empty words, and it's only one who can be fooled.

"You know when a liar is the most embarrassing?"

Zhang Heng threw the red embroidered shoes to Yang Nuonuo, and said softly, "When the lies are exposed."

Done.

Zhang Heng added: "Time is a good thing. It allows people to keep trying and making mistakes. It's a pity that I have many choices, but they don't."

If there is a white candle in the backpack.

Zhang Heng will restart the time again, because the three of them did not lie to him, and there is really a white candle in the backpack for him.

just now.

There is no need for this anymore.

These are bad boys, cheating him, a 1000-year-old man.

What did Du Fu say?

The Nancun group of children bullied me to be old and weak, and I could bear to be a thief.

It's really a downturn in the world, and people's hearts are not old.

"It's still hello..."

Zhang Heng looked at the paper figurine who was deeply trapped in the painting ground, unable to get out or leave, and could only patrol back and forth: "You seem to be quite sincere."

Reach out and grab.

Zhang Heng's hands are not big, and the paper figurine is not small either.

But as he grabbed it, the paper doll became smaller and smaller in his hand, and soon became the size of a cigarette case, and he grabbed it in his hand.

trade...

Zhang Heng handed the paper figurine to the shopkeeper.

The salesman readily agreed.

Then he rummaged through the cargo box, found a rattle and handed it to Zhang Heng.

"are you serious?"

Zhang Heng looked disgusted.

The rattle looked ordinary, with a big hole in one side.

Although it is a rule item, the usable rules are quite strange: shaking the rattle can hide your sense of existence for 10 seconds, but be careful that the sound will reveal the position.

It's really weird.

Although Zhang Heng didn't research out whether the paper figurine who chased and killed the three people was a spirit of law or a law object.

But its level is obviously not low, and it has the strength to wipe out a team of ordinary drivers.

Such an existence is only exchanged for such a thing in the hands of the shopkeeper. This is not an equivalent exchange. This is a bandit.

If you say you want to rob me, it’s fine.

How embarrassing to have to give me something.

"Bring it to you."

Zhang Heng tried twice.

I have lost patience with the salesman.

He hates female businessmen the most in his life, that is, he has the ability to reshape when he has time, otherwise if someone else comes over, he will have to make the salesman vomit blood.

If you are the first grader, don’t blame others for doing it

Zhang Heng was very interested in the peddler's cargo box. Before that, he thought that it would be bad to grab it.

Watch now.

Wicked people have to be tortured by wicked people, but he wants to see whether bandits, female businessmen, are more evil than him, a democratic lord.

"Ok!"

Zhang Heng grabbed it.

The right hand went straight through layers of space and landed on the salesman's cargo box.

a tug.

It didn't move.

It's a bit interesting, he seems to grab it casually, but what he has in his hand is the power of time and space.

The peddler was able to tease him. It seems that its level of terror is very high. If a captain like Zhang Yanran came over, he would probably be caught by the peddler and put into the cargo box as soon as he made a move.

"Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be honored."

"When I was hoarding guns, Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, are you still selling bridge rice noodles, bring them here."

Zhang Heng pulled it violently.

Under his grasp, the salesman's figure began to become unreal, only the cargo box became more and more real.

Or.

The salesman itself does not exist, what is meaningful is the cargo box, and the salesman is just a ghost slave controlled by the cargo box.

Snapped...

Somehow, it seemed that something had been torn off.

next second.

The cargo box was grabbed by Zhang Heng.

He felt it quietly.

There are not many legal items in the cargo box, only six things.

The paper figurines he traded to the shopkeeper, seven candles, a box of unknown black blood, a cursed dagger with gems, an incense burner, and a bracelet.

"Uh-huh."

"The goods in the cargo box mean nothing. This cargo box is the real treasure. Whoever masters it is equivalent to a second shopkeeper. Besides humans, he can also make deals with ghosts. Without attacking ghosts, There is also a high probability that it will not be attacked by ghosts, so it can be regarded as a good baby."

Zhang Heng studied one or two.

If he wanted, he could now carry the cargo box on his back and become the second shopkeeper, wandering in the land of law, and complete the original accumulation of blood.

of course.

There are also restrictions.

Shopkeepers cannot do business at a loss.

In other words, if you buy something for one dollar, you must sell it for more than one dollar.

You can only earn, not lose.

The more you earn, the more control you have over the crates.

If you lose money, or don't sell anything, then sorry, the cargo box will eat you.

"Too much."

"The shopkeeper is related to the prosperity of Hongbai Village. If you take it away, you have to ask us anyway?"

Zhang Hengang captured the shopkeeper.

Looking back, three old men had already walked not far away.

They were all wearing coats, and the style of their clothes was very simple, and one of them made Zhang Heng a little distracted.

"you..."

Zhang Heng looked at the old woman standing in the middle among the three.

very familiar.

And it is very familiar.

I thought and thought, looked and looked.

Zhang Heng was a little uncertain, and asked tentatively, "Are you... An Yuyu?"

The old woman said coldly: "You old ghost, what are you pretending to be? If it weren't for your gift, I wouldn't have fallen to this point."

Well...

Zhang Heng was speechless.

It seems that this familiar old woman is really An Yuyu from the period of the Republic of China.

Why did she hide here, and she became the master of the restricted area of ​​Hongbai Village, a place of law.

Kind of messy.

After Zhang Heng's true spirit descended to the world, he did not inherit the memory of his predecessor.

Judging from the inside and outside meaning of An Yuyu's words, did they fall apart halfway?

Or.

The predecessor here is not like his time.

The real Zhang Heng bought four maids during the period of the Republic of China and named them Chun Xia Qiu Dong.

Among them, An Yuyu was one of them, and she was also named Xia Zhu by him, and she was his personal maid.

Here's what's going on.

Could it be that this predecessor in the Republic of China didn't buy An Yuyu back from Renzhuang as a maidservant, but was bought by someone else, and later became the driver by chance, and embarked on a road of hostility with the predecessor?

Memory is blank.

It is difficult to do without inheriting memory.

The An Yuyu in front of him couldn't match the person in his memory no matter what, he felt a strong sense of tearing.

And just when he was thinking about whether to capture her, and then use dream techniques and hypnosis to set up the old woman's version of An Yuyu's memory.

An Yuyu's expression changed, and she said in a deep voice, "You're not an old ghost!"