Flavored candle shop

Hong Yao tilted her head in doubt: "What kind of words?"

"Whatever you say will come true..." Fang Chong's voice became smaller and smaller, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Isn't it Yan Ling?It was the same when he opened his eyes before, he could see ghosts with just a word from Boss Hong!As soon as Boss Hong said the words, this suitable place to set up a stall appeared by itself!

Red Medicine: "Crow mouth?"

Fang Chong choked, and the crow's mouth did seem to have the meaning of speaking...but this is not a forceful skill at all!

"The Crow's Mouth is a good spirit but not a bad one. What does the word spirit mean...the difference is quite big."

"If I'm really good at speaking, why should I set up a street stall?" Hong Yao said to Pei Ci, "Let's go. No matter what you see later, don't fall behind."

Pei Ci followed behind Hong Yao, and when he walked under the pale scarf, his shoulders suddenly sank, and a branch of green willow suddenly touched his shoulder for some reason. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to brush it away, but before he could move it, The red medicine in front seemed to know what happened, and swung it back without looking back—the two-meter-long copper-ringed sword carried the wind and thunder, and with a crisp jingle, it went straight into the old willow tree exposed on the ground In the thick tree roots like a crouching dragon.

The wicker hanging on Pei Ci's shoulders trembled and swayed away.

Hong Yao smiled at Pei Ci who hadn't reacted, and said flatly: "Look, as long as you follow me closely, nothing will happen."

The old willow tree seemed to be blown by the wind from the four directions of the southeast, the north and the west at the same time, and the vigorous and lush willows all over the tree danced like crazy. After a while, a thick layer of willow leaves accumulated under the tree.

Pei Ci also showed a little smile: "Is this also an employee benefit?"

Hong Yao nodded with a look of reason: "Of course. I only have such an employee, of course I must protect it well."

Pei Ci pursed her lips as a guarantee statement: "In order to repay the boss for his hard work and thoughtfulness, I will definitely follow the boss to run business and work night shifts today."

After finishing speaking, he himself couldn't help laughing. Those smiling eyes were gentle and bright, and they were incompatible with the surrounding environment...they were the warmth and color only in the world.

Seeing the two bosses chatting and laughing and going in, Fang Chong resisted the urge to submit his resume to the candle shop, and whispered, "Boss Hong... that knife..."

"Let's just plug it in, and pick it up after closing the stall."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the old willow tree seems to be shaking even more frantically, and the thick green leaves are falling down like pouring rain.

Fang Chong followed behind his boss, and finally looked back with sympathy... Among the gradually thinning branches and leaves, there seemed to be a well-proportioned white object passing by.

It should be an illusion.Fang Chong turned his head and followed the footsteps of the two people in front of him.

'Pa-ta--'

After the figures of the three were completely engulfed by the vague mist, a small brown leather shoe fell into the pile of willow leaves.

……

After walking into the back street, Fang Chong experienced for the first time in his life what it was like to be under the spotlight.

Whether it's stalls or shoppers, whether they're looking at goods or collecting money, anyone with eyes in the whole street is paying attention to them... Fang Chong even saw a creature with three eyes!Keeping one eye on each of them, the distribution is very even and comprehensive!

Those gazes are too complicated, some are surprised, puzzled, and confused... But more, they are still as hot as a tangible quality.

In the dark of those booths, there are countless pairs of eyes eagerly coveting them as if they have discovered some high-quality goods.

The wind passed by, stirring up whispers.

—is it a person?Is it alive?It's actually a living person? !

——Is there a living person in the back street?three!Lao Liu fell asleep?

——The appearance is really good... I like that tall little boy, he is so dead!Such a heavy death energy can still survive, I am really curious if I hit it now, whose soul will come out~

——Shut up the saliva, can a living person who can come here be a good character?Have you forgotten the person who blew up half of the back street with a magic talisman so quickly?

— Tsk, I don't believe it!Not everyone can blow up the backstreet?I don't care about anything else, I've decided on the gold-rimmed glasses!

……

Fang Chong's hands tucked into his sleeves subconsciously clenched into fists. His nerves were highly tense and he was ready to attack.

It's dangerous here.

However, Hong Yao Pei Ci, who also came back to the back street for the first time, was very calm. The two of them seemed not to notice that the 'people' on this street were paying too much attention to them, and they still had time to discuss the goods on the stalls on both sides of the street.

Backstreet is more of a street than a gathering place of small vendors.There is no signboard, no storefront, not even a table. Most of the stalls are covered with a roll of straw mats. Those with better conditions can have a white cloth, and those with poorer conditions simply pile up the sold products on the ground.

Although the conditions are not good, there are a lot of 'people' who come here to sell things, so there are also a lot of 'people' who come here to buy things.In front of each booth is a lamp that is so dim that it can only illuminate an inch below the seat. Even such a tiny light has formed an endless long street of dark fire here.

Pei Ci: "This is... a river lantern? It looks like it's made of paper, but it's rare."

Hong Yao glanced at the pink lotus lanterns piled high on the ground: "Now that the river is under such strict control, who dares to release the river lanterns... There are still some water stains on the bottom of the lanterns, which should be fished from the river. second-hand goods."

Fang Chong: "..." So how long ago was that river lantern? !

"I didn't expect there are still some good things here."

After passing the ashes urn stall, the knuckle whistle stall, the Tianling Gai carving stall... after the century-old tombstone transfer stall, Hong Yao looked at the several large black woods on the side of the road and said with relief.

After seeing too many weird and eerie things, he became numb. Although Fang Chong's fist hadn't been loosened yet, he was able to answer the conversation normally: "It's really rare to see charcoal with such a complete and large root."

The skinny old man squatting next to Heimu half-raised his eyelids and glanced at Fang Chong, he gave a light snort and did not speak.

Fang Chong: "..." I feel despised.

Hong Yao quickly tapped the black wood in the middle, which was as thick as two people's arms, and then lightly said under the shocked eyes of the thin old man: "This is not charcoal, but gloomy wood."

Fang Chong, whose knowledge of wood is limited to a few well-known and precious woods, humbly asked Hong Yao: "Is there anything special about this wood?"

Under Hong Yao's icy eyes, the skinny old man slowly put his skinny black claws back into his large robe, then changed his face instantly, reversed his haughty and ignorant attitude just now, got up and warmly introduced them: "Guests, please take a closer look! My gloomy wood is a rare treasure in a thousand years! The color is rich and delicate, and the wood surface is smooth and smooth without any cracks! And the fragrance is simply unforgettable! It is definitely worthy of the "tree" Spirit of the Woods' title—"

"Apart from being a bit heavier, denser, taking longer to form, and non-renewable, there is nothing special about it... But it is quite suitable for making coffins, and it will not rot or eat for thousands of years." Red Medicine Interrupting the old man's sales, with a little tiptoe, the gloomy wood that was placed in a haphazard manner on the side of the street and seriously occupied the land rolled together obediently, "Okay, let's set up a stall here."

The bright lights ahead are still continuous, but he doesn't want to go shopping anymore, so this place is quite suitable.

Half of the booth was occupied by someone, but the skinny old man didn't dare to make a sound at all, he could only shrink pitifully by his gloomy wood, barely keeping the other half of the booth.

Hong Yao pulled out a large pile of incense candles from his cross-body cloth bag like a magic trick, and he piled them on the ground without classifying them. He was rummaging for a small incense burner, and the owner of the tile and miscellaneous stall next door reminded him in a low voice. : "When setting up a stall in the back street, you need to light up the lights."

They walked along the way and indeed saw a small lamp in front of each small stall, with the same style and the same brightness, which should be uniformly prepared by the Town God's Temple for the small vendors.

Because they left the dojo early, although Li Wu added the name of Hongyao to the vendor list, he hadn't had time to give him the lamp.

Putting the small pitch-black incense burner in front of and behind the booth, Hong Yao thought for a while, and said to Pei Ci, "Have you brought your mobile phone?"

Red Pill doesn't intend to break the rules here, but torches certainly count as lights!

It is common sense that the darker the place, the brighter the light will be.So in the backstreet where the sun is not seen and the ghost fire is used as a lighting tool every day, it is not surprising that the beam of the mobile phone flashlight can break through layers of darkness and reach the sky to hit the searchlight.

Seeing that her stall has become the brightest in the entire back street, Hong Yao nodded in relief.Then with a stroke of the match, three sticks of fine incense were lit.

The green smoke curled up and the dense fragrance invaded the entire space, causing a commotion in the back street. Everyone's eyes once again gathered, but this time they were no longer staring at the three of Hong Yao, but the slowly burning incense in front of them. .

Pei Ci remembered this smell. He used this kind of incense to attract the twelve ghosts in the red medicine in Changqing Mausoleum. He also remembered that the effective range of this incense seemed to be... ten miles.

I don't know how many ghosts there are in Shili here, but there should be only three of them.

Pei Ci looked at those green eyes that were almost as green as the lamps in front of their booth, and frowned worriedly.

"Don't worry." Hong Yao took out a piece of yellow paper from the cloth bag, folded it and said, "We can leave sooner if we dispose of these stocks earlier."

As soon as the words fell, the first person who couldn't hold back in the strong fragrance had already rushed to the red medicine incense candle stand.

A strong man with a pale face and a suture scar on his neck asked in a rough voice: "How do you sell this incense candle?"

Hong Yao tugged at the yellow paper folded and twisted into long strips in her hand, and said loudly: "One thousand pairs, no bargaining."

Although they didn't move, the people who had been watching the incense candle stand closely with their eyes and ears were shocked for a moment, and then boiled completely like cold water pouring into a frying pan in the next second.

"You mean money? Renminbi?" The strong man's mouth twitched unnaturally a few times, as if he wanted to laugh, but he tried his best to hold it back.

"Yes." Hong Yao answered firmly.

"Take it! You don't need to look for it!" The stiff and distorted smile on the corner of his mouth could not be held back after all, the bluish-white man directly threw out a stack of pink banknotes, and stretched out his big hand to grab the joss sticks.

The moment he was about to touch the incense candle, a piece of white wax shot out. Under the disbelieving eyes of the strong man and the onlookers, the slender bamboo stick at the bottom of the white wax firmly nailed the strong man's outstretched hand to the distance from the incense candle. an inch away from the ground.

"You... How is it possible!? How could I be caught by the bamboo stick—" The thin bamboo stick weighed a thousand pounds, the strong man struggled and could only keep bending over and stretching out his hand, his pale face was full of panic and disbelief, but He reacted fairly quickly, and within a few seconds, he changed into an angry expression, and shouted in a rough voice, "What are you doing?! Do you do business like this? Tm took my money and didn't want to give it away Right? Don’t inquire about it—”

Hong Yao didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly wrapped the twisted yellow paper around his neck, and then pulled it hard-a round head fell to the ground with a thud, and bounced on the ground twice with its face down.

The strong man's body crashed to the ground, because of his actions just now, even if he was lying on the ground, he was in a weird posture with his hands stretched out in front of his buttocks.Hong Yao picked up the strong man's head that was still struggling to roll through the yellow paper, and then placed it on his upturned buttocks.

After finishing all this, Hong Yaoqing's gaze slowly swept across the crowd who were looking at him in horror, and said coldly: "My quotation just now was probably not clear enough, so I'll say it again.

"A pair of joss sticks is 1000 RMB, no bargaining."

"Whoever brings Ming coins again, I will twist his head off and make a pair with this one."

Onlookers: "!!!"