Flavored candle shop

The black mist dissipated, and the visitor leaned lightly against the door frame, looking at Hong Yao with a half-smile.

It's Pu Zhuo.

Hong Yao said in a loud voice: "Rare guest, what can you do with your presence here, Lord Ghost King?"

Pu Zhuo didn't enter the door either, he just stood at the door and said, "Of course it's to send business to your door."

Hong Yao raised her eyebrows and smiled: "The shop has many rules. It does not serve grave visits, nor does it accept buried antiques as payment."

This is to satirize the fact that he tried to lure him to the grave with antiques in the back street last time... Pu Zhuo looked as usual, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, there was a pile of neatly stacked banknotes on the ground.

"Are these enough?"

The girl who was still obsessed with grudges just now has shrunk to the depths of the corner. God knows how much self-control she used to not kneel down on the spot!Therefore, seeing the red medicine that was haggling and laughing with that scary ghost, she couldn't help feeling a lot of admiration in her heart... Sure enough, as Wu Chen said, the owner of this incense candle shop is really very strong!

Hong Yao glanced at the pile of banknotes half a meter high, and her attitude suddenly turned 180 degrees. The ghost king in front of her was no longer the backstreet ghost king, but the rich ghost king.

"More refunds and less compensation, what does Lord Ghost King want to order?"

Pu Zhuo was choked up by Hongyao's phrase "refund more and pay less". He felt that there might only be compensation in the future, and he felt inexplicably unwilling, so he said angrily, "Boss Hong is not afraid that my money is not coming from the right place?"

"How is it wrong? Killing people for money? Or robbing a bank?" Hong Yao said indifferently, "As long as the money is real, I don't care how it got into your hands, as long as it comes into my hands cleanly."

Before Pu Zhuo had time to show his contempt for Hongyao's love of money, he added slowly: "But if this money caused me trouble, the remaining half of your street..."

threaten!A naked threat!But he can't beat this guy, and he can only accept the threat!

"This is the money I got from selling antiques, don't worry, don't worry, yes, yes!"

Hong Yao seemed unable to hear Pu Zhuo's gnashing of teeth, and said with a smile: "It's so good."

Being at a disadvantage, Pu Zhuo gave up unnecessary verbal struggles and went straight to the point: "I want to customize a paper man."

Hong Yao recalled the words before he appeared, and said clearly: "But the deceased?"

Pu Zhuo pondered for a while, with a slightly complicated expression: "It's not really an old friend, I just want to meet him, and then..."

Pu Zhuo couldn't continue, he looked at the red medicine with a face of "I didn't expect you to be such a backstreet ghost king", and said angrily: "Then fight with real swords and guns! Can't you?"

Hong Yao nodded: "It's really not possible. Lord Ghost King, the paper figurines I made are just paper figurines, made of paste and paper, not the real person he used to be."

"I know." Pu Zhuo said in a low voice, "It's just a sandbag, you just need to make it realistic and durable."

Sandbags? ? ?Hong Yao looked at the stack of banknotes in front of her, and thought to herself that the world of your ghost king is really a waste of money, sandbags are so valuable.At the same time, I deeply sympathized with the man who would be remembered by ghosts even after his death, and would be dragged out with sandbags to flog his corpse from time to time. What a hatred this must be.

Pu Zhuo understood Hong Yao's slander, and snorted coldly: "Speaking of which, it's also thanks to you."

Thanks to me?hello?Don't force your ancestors to touch porcelain, okay?Hong Yao smiled: "Where does this start?"

Pu Zhuo: "I have to beat Wu'an every year. In the past, the old willow tree at the intersection who is best at illusions turned into his appearance to fight me. Last time you cut off half of the old willow's roots with one knife. Go straight to half of his fierce cultivation, he can't even conjure a human form now, and I can't find a big demon to replace him for the time being, so I can only come to you to customize sandbags. Do you think this is thanks to you?"

No wonder the old willow tree is at the junction of yin and yang, and its hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation still can't change its shape. It turns out that it has to be beaten once a year, so the crooked beating at that time can be regarded as saving him, good, good.

Not only did Hong Yao not feel guilty at all, she even thought that Old Liushu should thank him for giving him the opportunity to recuperate and sprint to the realm of cultivation.

"So... Master Ghost King wants to customize a paper-made man in the shape of General Wu'an?" Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder such a big obsession, it turned out to be to vent the hatred of being defeated by the border town tribe.

Pu Zhuo snorted and admitted it.

People have been dead for thousands of years. If you are lucky, your bones will be turned into mud. You can just be a paper prick. Hong Yao simply agreed, "Okay, but I have never met General Wu'an. Do you have a portrait of Lord Ghost King?"

Pu Zhuo nodded, and he didn't make things difficult for Hong Yao, he raised his hand and pulled out a scroll of old ancient paintings from the black mist: "Just follow this."

Hong Yao took the scroll, unfolded it, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing him looking at the painting, Pu Zhuo remained silent, and hurriedly said, "How? Maybe?"

Hong Yao looked complicated: "It can be done... But is this painting too freehand?"

And looking at the inscription, it was made by people of later generations, and the painter has never seen General Wu An, so it is meaningless for him to make [-] points according to this painting!

Hong Yao sincerely suggested: "Master Ghost King can use Yin Qi to condense the appearance of General Wu'an, so that I can also make the paper pierced people more realistic."

Unexpectedly, Pu Zhuo said, "I haven't seen Wu An either."

"???" Hong Yao was stunned. Didn't you have been beheaded by Wu An?How come I haven't seen it?

"If you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it!" Pu Zhuo gritted his teeth, his expression was a little ferocious, and the air in the incense candle shop became more and more threatening, "...he has so many soldiers, do he need to do it himself? Hmph, I think he is just a spare man The well-known idiot general would not dare to fight me with real swords and guns, he would only hurt people with arrows..."

"General Wu'an was still wounded when he rushed to the border city, and he marched hard day and night, so naturally he wouldn't fight you. Besides, the battle between the two armies is not the strength of one person and one general. Since you can win without hurting the soldiers, the rain of arrows Then why not use it?" Fang Chong, who had always been as quiet as a goose, did not know which acupoint was poked, and suddenly made an impassioned speech.

Pu Zhuo glared at Fang Chong, his tone was very irritable: "It's been a thousand years, I never thought you dog would still protect the Lord like this!"

These words are really ugly, although Fang Chong doesn't understand the deep meaning, but a bloody man will never be scolded for no reason!So he immediately turned back: "I'm already a dog, so aren't you a lost dog?"

Pu Zhuo's Qi, who had been taken over by the Wu'an army in the tribe, let out Yin Qi, and the cold air blew.

1000 years!Why is this dog still so hateful!

The atmosphere was suddenly tense, and the girls and the little devils were shivering in the corner together. Hong Yao quickly smoothed things over and said, "The time of this painting is at least two or three hundred years away from General Wu An's. It's all speculation by later generations, and it's painted like this. Ugly... Cough, so freehand and fierce, it is also far from General Wu'an who has the reputation of 'beautiful appearance'."

The figure in the painting has a leopard head and ring eyes, black face and curly temples. If General Wu An can really go to the capital with this scumbag, it can only show that his personality charm has broken through the sky, and all the young girls who went to the capital at that time had double hair. Pay attention to the beauty of the soul... This portrait can be pasted on the wall as a picture to ward off evil spirits!

But Pu Zhuo didn't care at all and said: "What beauty, I think he looks like this!"

Red Medicine: "..."

There is every reason to suspect that this portrait is the ugliest one you carefully selected from countless portraits of General Wu An, just for the reputation of being a bad guy and handsome guy!

"...All right, then I'll tie it according to this portrait." Hong Yao felt that to Pu Zhuo, it might not matter what General Wu An looks like, anyway, he has already decided in his heart that the sandbag he beat up is General Wu An... ...Instead of this, he might as well not paint his face, and simply and rudely write the word Wu'an on the brain of the paper figurine. It is impossible to say that Pu Zhuo will still accept the goods with satisfaction.

Boss Hong's small abacus was playing loudly, but Pu Zhuo had already skipped the question of Wu'an's portrait. Now he was full of Fang Chong, and he wanted to go back with all his heart.

Inadvertently seeing Pei Ci sitting opposite Fang Chong, Pu Zhuo rolled his eyes and thought of a plan: "You are right, this portrait is indeed far from Wu An."

"so?"

Hong Yao inhaled silently, is this the feeling of the legendary Party A's temporary change of plan?

"So..." Pu Zhuo smiled, raised his hand and pointed at Pei Ci, "Just do as he does!"

"No!" Hong Yao resolutely refused without even thinking about it, "I said I can't act like a living person."

Pu Zhuo snorted softly: "What's the matter, he won't live long."

As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature in the store dropped directly to zero, but this time it was not because of Pu Zhuo, the source of the air-conditioning turned into red medicine.

"Master Ghost King, please be careful with your words." Hong Yao's expression remained unchanged, she was still smiling, but her eyes were frosty and snowy.

Even a thousand-year-old ghost like Pu Zhuo was frozen for a moment by the wind and snow in Hong Yao's eyes, but the king of ghosts must not lose his face!He insisted: "Although I have never met Wu An, but Shangguan Chong this dog...cough, it is his adjutant, who has been following Wu An, and is very loyal to protect the Lord. Now he is following this sick...young man , the posture is as disgusting as before, it may be said that this person is the reincarnation of Wu An."

Fang Chong: "???"

How come it's a dog to work with money?Even a dog is more respectable than you, a dignified ghost king, who earns his living by selling funeral objects!

Pei Ci, who had been 'won'an' out of nowhere, said: "Since it has been reincarnated for thousands of years...is it too arbitrary to make such an inference?"

"Not arbitrary." Pu Zhuo insisted on his theory, "Shangguan Chong is exactly the same as before, so the person he is loyal to must be the reincarnation of Wu An!"

Fang Chong couldn't help but said: "What's allegiance and non-loyalty? That's out of the question in modern society. We are a serious employment relationship with a labor contract!"

Pu Zhuo snorted coldly: "Employment relationship? Then I will hire you with three times the money now, will you do it?"

Is this even a consideration?

Fang Chong: "No."

Pu Zhuo sneered, with such an expression on his face: "How dare you say that you are not loyal to Wu'an?"

"..." Fang Chong didn't know where the courage came from, but he just poohed back, "I just don't bother to work in your dilapidated street."

Pu Zhuo was furious: "You! A thief!!!"

Fang Chong did not lose his momentum: "Slightly slightly!!!"

Pei Ci: "..."

Red Medicine: "..."

What's the matter with this sense of déjà vu?Could it be that, as Pu Zhuo said, Fang Chong is the Shangguan Chong who has a story with him?

"No story! Only blood feud!"

Hearing Pu Zhuo's angry retort, Hong Yao realized that she had vomited in her heart.

Hong Yao chuckled: "Why is there a blood feud, I think there is a story!"

Pu Zhuo: "..."

This sentence...why does it sound familiar?