Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

Chapter 920 The God of Plague is coming!

"Take a look, it's a Lafite prop from 82. It contains water and tastes like alcohol. It only costs 100 yuan!"

"This is rubbish. I suggest you take it to the market and sell it."

"..."

……

As soon as I entered the dark street in the middle of the night, I heard shouts from the storefront in the front row.

In the past, only the shopkeeper's weird treasure pavilion was open here, and the rest of the stores were so gloomy that it was hard to tell what they were selling.

Ever since Lin Fan took over Jianghai City, the old Black Mountain demon changed his mind and became a queen again.

It's all no longer so spooky.

The stores are all fully rented. Most of them are weird people selling props, and a few are rented by humans.

Most of those humans are contractors with strong skills and strange intentions.

Because I was tired of the trials of horrific scenes, I chose to live and work here peacefully.

Of course, staying in a scary scene for a long time is somewhat uncomfortable for the human body, so they often recruit another weird employee to serve as a non-stop workhorse.

There are also many backpackers who rely on their eyesight to judge the value of props, trying to collect them at a low price and sell them at a high price.

But most of them are collected from Taigong's busy market and sold in this dark street in the middle of the night.

Because it is backed by a gambling city, many gamblers are desperate and will sell their good treasures at a low price.

Backpackers specialize in collecting treasures from gamblers like this and then bring them here to sell them.

Because Jianghai City is getting stronger and stronger, they are not worried about being robbed.

That's why the backpack is huge.

The prosperous development here proves that the more money Lin Fan gets, the more pleasant the scene is.

But this time I came here not to inspect the market.

The three of them walked into the treasure pavilion, and there were many people wandering around inside.

"What kind of prop is this head?"

"That's a human head, a weird decoration."

"..."

The person who asked the question wisely shut his mouth and walked out of the treasure pavilion honestly.

The waiter is listlessly accepting every guest.

The more customers there were, the more excited the shopkeeper Wei Wei who was sitting at the counter became.

They are all here to send money to the underworld!

The waiter's expression became even more embarrassing.

Where does the motivation come from with a fixed salary?

With its eyes blank, it wandered among the crowd like a corpse, feebly telling everyone about the props.

"This is for killing people."

"This is for killing tricks, and it can also kill people."

"This can only kill people."

"This...isn't this the God of Plague!"

The waiter pointed at the props from the first row and introduced them. After looking at them one by one, he saw old man Lin Fan and others stepping into the treasure pavilion again.

Dead memories attack its brain.

No, it doesn't have a brain inside its head.

But I just feel attacked.

The waiter rolled and crawled, ran to the counter with great strength, pointed to the door and gasped:

"Plague...plague..."

"Your mosquitoes are buzzing."

The shopkeeper was strangely counting his money without even raising his eyes.

"God of Plague, the God of Plague is here!"

"What the God of Plague, Crow Mouth, business is so good now, I have to say the God of Wealth... No, the God of Wealth is the right one, hehe... wait a minute."

The shopkeeper's strange face condensed, and his expression was divided into three parts confusion, four parts fear and three parts shock.

He suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

When he raised his head, he met Lin Fan's eyes.

This glance seems like ten thousand years.

Between one person and the other, it seems that there is no other existence, only each other.

"It's you…"

"it's me."

"I...you take your time and stroll around, I'll leave first."

The passers-by who didn't know what to do were all secretly surprised, wondering what the origin of this human being was, and how he got mixed up with the weird?

Why does it sound like a plot about people's secret feelings?

It's just... I have to find a female ghost in the wild forest of Blue City. What's the hobby of finding an old ghost?

"Stop, I'm just looking for you."

"..."

The shopkeeper's eyes were strange and he almost knelt in front of Lin Fan.

The weird black dress and the old demon from Montenegro scared it so much back then.

Both Podao statues listen to the command of the person in front of them.

With such an identity, even if it means asking for this treasure pavilion, how dare he make the same mistake as before.

Immediately he gave up and spit two mouthfuls of saliva into the palm of his hand, then wiped it on the edge of his eyes, pretending to cry in pain:

"Is it okay if I call you Master? Master, just let my shop go. There are so many shops in the dark streets at midnight, why don't you find another one?"

If you are so clever, you shouldn't bother trying to find something like this in a shop.

If I take away a bunch of treasures from you, the money that I finally started to make a profit will have to be lost again.

Lin Fan pulled it up, pointed upstairs and said:

"Shall we go up and talk?"

"Only VIPs are entertained above...don't do anything, you are the distinguished guest!"

The shopkeeper was weird and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

In fact, it's not a place to entertain distinguished guests, it's just a place where it lives. How can it let guests go up there?

A treasure pavilion is actually just taking the goods and paying the money. It is such a simple process. Wherever you need to divide it, you can see what you want by yourself, or you can come to the counter and ask for it.

If there is one, find it, then negotiate the price, and finally close the deal.

Of course, because of the old man, it has been written on the door: Human beings over 50 years old are not allowed to bargain.

Lin Fan just carried it and walked to the second floor.

The customers in the store were all in a daze.

"If I remember correctly... the shopkeeper here is weird, is he half-stepped?"

"How did I hear that it is a broken path? It is said that it is invincible here!"

"Yes, it is rumored that it has 368 pairs of eyes and a thousand arms..."

"Why are you talking more and more outrageously?"

The waiter felt contempt in his heart.

It still has a broken path, and it has a thousand arms. Every time it breaks the path, it has to kneel down and call daddy.

Seeing that they went to the second floor, the waiter's flustered expression immediately relaxed a lot.

My steps are also much lighter.

After going to the second floor, they didn't care about their own business. They could make trouble as much as they wanted, including killing the shopkeeper for weird reasons.

It has nothing to do with your mentality, and you will be played by it.

Even when I introduced the functions of props to everyone, I took it a lot more seriously.

"It only takes one drop of blood to make the intimidation weird and scare its blood host for three days and three nights!"

"That's a human mirror. As long as it's a person, his or her appearance will appear on it. On the contrary, if it's something weird... you can't see it at all!"

When the guests listened to it, they were a little unsure and said, "Isn't that just an ordinary mirror?"

“So it’s a bonus with the purchase of that prop above.”

"..."

After being exposed, the waiter didn't feel any embarrassment at all and introduced the third prop very calmly.

The Bao Pavilion has been in a state of disrepair since it was last demolished. Now it has been renovated to make it look larger and more gorgeous.

Each step of the stairs is carved with a different appearance of human beings before their tragic death.

When you step on it, it's as if the corpse is still breathing and squirming under your feet.

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows lightly, and the shopkeeper was so surprised that he broke into a cold sweat and stamped his feet repeatedly:

"Who told you to pretend to be dead? Stop it!"

The body that looked like a tragic death was stiff at his feet.

"Damn, you didn't decide the job content!"

The shopkeeper spread his hands strangely and said to Lin Fan sincerely:

"Look, I was pretending to be someone. I didn't really kill anyone in Jianghai City. Don't report it to the garrison."

The shopkeeper was so weird and humble that he no longer looked as arrogant and domineering as before.

What replaced him was the honest and honest person who had washed his hands of Jinpen.