Flavored candle shop

"Oh?" The black mist shrunk extremely quickly, and within a few breaths, it transformed into a tall, strong, long-haired man in a black robe. He glanced at the red medicine with great interest, and said, "Are you here?" Backstreet business?"

"You can't do business in the back street?" Hong Yao asked back.

As soon as this statement came out, there was a sound of gasping all around.

There is nothing wrong with this remark, what is problematic is the object of the rhetorical question.

——This living man is so courageous!

I'm afraid that they will soon become dead people like them.The ghosts feel very sorry, there will be one less beautiful skin in this world... I don't know if they can pick up some remnants after the king leaves. That's it.

Hong Yao felt that he just asked a question in a normal manner without any negative aggressive emotions, but the reaction of these ghosts was as big as he contradicted the holy will face to face and disobeyed a holy decree by the way.

Although the scene of grotesque ghosts kneeling down and gasping for breath seems exaggerated, but this 'big king' is probably a tyrant who is not easy to get along with.

He came here to set up a stall for business, not to start an uprising to overthrow the tyrant's rule...that would be too troublesome.

In short, Hong Yao decided to take it easy and find a way for both parties to go down... Let's answer the question he asked at the beginning.

"One thousand pairs of incense candles... I entered the backstreet market for the first time today, and there is a big bonus for the opening. Buy two of all incense candles and get one free." Well, buy two pairs of incense candles and get one incense stick for free, this is his biggest concession!

The scarlet eyes of the man in the xuanpao stared at the red medicine without saying a word.

What do you mean?Hong Yao tasted a bit of surprise from his red eyes... Do you think the discount is too low?

But it was impossible, and Hong Yao didn't speak anymore, anyway, the steps had already been handed out, so he really didn't want to go down and he would tear down the steps later.

Just as the atmosphere gradually became stiff and condensed, the man in the black robe suddenly smiled: "I want all of these."

Excuse me!Big customer!

Hong Yao decided to keep the steps longer.

"But I don't have any money." The man looked at the red medicine, his voice was deep and magnetic, "You come back to the mausoleum with me, and I'll give you a set of Jingci."

Seeing that Hong Yao didn't speak, the man squinted his red eyes and added, "It's a genuine antique."

Red Medicine: "..."

To tell you the truth, me too.

The man in Xuanpao thought that Hong Yao had agreed to his exchange of antique porcelain for incense candles. After all, no one had dared to refuse him, so he turned around and walked towards the end of the street.

Hong Yao thinks his silent refusal is clear enough

Obviously, the man also left very tactfully, so when the man turned around, he sat back in the small chair.

Amidst the shocking gazes of the ghosts bumping into the living, Hong Yao even took the time to comfort Pei Ci and Fang Chong.

"It's okay. Although this ghost's way of appearing on the stage is a little villainous, and these ghost people are a bit too much...respect him, but it's okay to see his behavior, and we can't judge ghosts by their appearance. Treat them with a normal heart. Just do it."

"＊[email protected]Ⅹ＊!!!" Hei Mist turned into a human!Red eyes bigger than lanterns! !

Fang Chong was so surprised that he lost his voice.

From Fang Chong's rich expression, Hong Yao understood Fang Chong's heart that was richer than his expression at the moment: "It's just a phantom, and its volume has been expanded hundreds of times. In fact, the essence is still a ghost. You see, Xiao Huang next door can also become a ghost. As for people, there is nothing to make a fuss about.”

Fang Chong: "..."

No!Both are scary!

Pei Ci looked at Hong Yao Fang Chong who had already started discussing 'Which is more unscientific and unreasonable, a ghost that turns into black mist or a weasel that can turn into a human', and silently sighed inwardly.He didn't feel that the ghost king who'd done it well was planning to let them go.

Boss Hong Yu Zhixiang has indeed achieved great success. Three sticks of incense are used to boil the backstreet for ten miles, and no ghost or ghost can resist the temptation. No exceptions.

He could see clearly just now that the ghost's blood-red eyes were full of interest and... and the will to win.

"The incense candles are almost sold out tonight, why don't we just close the stall?" Pei Ci asked to run away.

It's not that he doesn't trust Boss Hong to protect them, but it's just that they are on someone else's territory... and he brought them two oil bottles, it's really...

Huang Shushu next door, who has shrunk into a ball since the appearance of the black mist, raised his head quietly, and said in a small voice: "Quick... run, Mr. Ghost King is very powerful..."

He has just felt the joy of having a reader's confidant, and he doesn't want to be so soon... just separate Yin and Yang!

"Okay, let's close the stall for supper!" Hong Yao understood Pei Ci's worry, and he didn't intend to insist.It was an accident to enter the backstreet just after leaving the gate of the Town God's Temple. Pei Ci was weak and angry. Although he had his protection, it would not be good to stay in the backstreet where there are three steps, one ghost, five steps and one demon at the intersection of yin and yang... ...The stocks of joss sticks are almost done, so it's not in vain.

Hong Yao was stuffing the remaining incense candles into the cloth bag, and there was another plop and kneeling sound around him. He looked up, and sure enough it was the 'Ghost King' again.

"Why are you moving so slowly?" The man in the black robe who went back and forth looked impatient, "Dare to let me wait, you are the number one in a hundred years—"

"Who made you wait?" Hong Yao frowned and interrupted the man in the black robe, her tone was more impatient than his.

Saying that he is okay is just to appease Pei Ci, the blood in this ghost is heavier than Maoxuewang, and he has lost countless lives on his hands before and after his death.

'Hiss——' There was another sound of gasping, and while watching the ghosts tacitly, they took a few steps back, especially the skinny old ghost who sold the gloomy wood next door, pushing his wood and running away, for fear of blood splashing on the on him.

The man in the black robe didn't act directly as they had guessed. He stared at the red medicine and said slowly, "Don't you want Jingci?"

"I don't want to. I'm not interested in funeral objects." After putting the last sachet of incense into the cloth bag, Hong Yao stood up and said, "And if I really follow you to your mausoleum, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out Bar?"

Did he meet any ghosts when he first sold joss sticks?This kind of person who wants to occupy him when he smells the delicious incense candles he made, he has seen many ghosts who want to trap him in the tomb who specialize in making incense candles, now look back, the grass on the grave of those ghosts is not two meters long high.

Hearing Hong Yao's words, the man in the black robe showed a distressed expression of "ah, he was discovered", but he didn't feel distressed for a few seconds, and soon his scarlet thin lips curled up, as if he had found a solution.

"Ghosts should be able to make joss sticks, right?"

Without waiting for Hong Yao's answer, he suddenly turned into a mist and rushed towards Hong Yao!

The red medicine is also very quick in response, with a wrong finger and a small yellow paper folding fan, the gray and white incense ash in the small black incense burner rises like a barrier to meet the ghost king who is coming from the mist.

Both are obviously invisible smoke, but the moment they collide, there is lightning and lightning!The strong fragrance swept across the back street again, and countless ghosts looked up at the sky, their noses fluttering rapidly trying to keep the strong fragrance around them.

After a while, the incense ash and the black mist dissipated at the same time, and the man in black robe flew upside down, causing waves of turmoil.

Most of the incense ashes that have been saved for a long time just broke his phantom, what a ghost!

Hong Yao suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, raised his fingers to take off the delicate gold-rimmed glasses, pinned them behind his breast pocket, and handed the small incense burner with a light layer of incense ash to Pei Ci: "Take it, there is When ghosts get close, use incense ash. Don’t be afraid, as long as you touch your body, you will either die or be injured.”

The ghost about to move again: "!!!"

The incense ash that can repel even the ghost king... silently withdraws the probing ghost claws.

As soon as the instructions were finished, the black-robed ghost king attacked again: "You don't have to drink fine wine for toasting! It's your honor to make incense for me!"

The soft yellow paper folding fan in Hong Yao's hand hit the ghost king's jet-black long armor accurately, and after a tooth-stinging sound like a steel bar urging iron, the ghost king was repelled again.

The yellow paper fan also spontaneously ignited without fire, turning into a pinch of fly ash.

The red medicine pushed the yellow paper ashes away with a click, and then raised its hand—the ghosts in the back street suddenly heard a crisp tinkling of bells. It sounded vaguely vague, but it made them palpitate, and they retreated a certain distance unconsciously.

The ghost king had already turned around and attacked again, and the jingle sounded more and more eagerly as if he knew the danger his master was facing.

When the ghost king's long armor was about to touch Hong Yao's eyebrows, a black shadow that moved faster than him rushed towards him.

'Crack--'

All the ghosts stared dumbfounded at the black long armor that condensed the bloody evil spirit of their ghost king's half body being cut off all at once, but the outsider only took half a step back.

A long knife stood in the air in front of Hong Yao, and the pitch-black copper ring on the spine of the knife was beating wildly. Amidst the bursts of crisp jingling, everyone present could feel the bloody fighting spirit that never stopped anyone from killing the city. .

"Plop, plop -" In front of such a huge and concentrated will, many little devils lay down on the ground uncontrollably.

Hong Yao sighed, stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, as if he had received some appeasement, the copper ring sword gradually calmed down, but the warlike will and bloody aura did not disappear, but slowly surrounded Hong Yao , as if... was protecting him.

"Do you still want to fight?" Hong Yao raised his knife and looked at the half-kneeling black-robed man, "Let me tell you first, if I really want to fight, it won't be my nails."

The man in black robe stared at Hong Yao with a complicated expression.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

This is a strange question.His expression didn't seem to be asking Hong Yao's name, but his identity.Ask him who he is playing in those long histories.

Hong Yao asked back, "Then who are you?"

The black-robed man stood up slowly, his black hair fluttering in the wind, and said, "My name is Pu Zhuo."

Pu Zhuo?This name is a bit familiar, it seems to have seen it somewhere...

Hong Yao didn't show his confusion, he nodded and said calmly, "My name is Hong Yao."

'Dangling——' A thick bell rang suddenly, the thick fog at the back street corner cleared, and warm lights broke through the fog.

Li Wu held a paper lantern and waved to Hong Yao from a distance.

"Boss Hong! Come back quickly! You have gone to the wrong place, this is the temple fair!"