I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

The store is still very lively, and people freely choose what they want in the store.

Xiaoling stood bored at the door of the store, lazily saying welcome every time a customer came.

Fortunately, none of these guests cared about this extraordinarily perfunctory visit.

Because the shroud shop is in the middle of the street, there are many people coming and going. Occasionally, some people dressed in modern styles pass by and look inside curiously, but they have no intention of setting foot here.

Feng Congmian helped watch in the store, in case there were customers who needed help or thieves appeared.

I thought I would ask them to help make some small things, but it turned out to be just such unskilled work.

Xiaoling gently kicked a small stone away with her toes, thinking about it boredly.

After all, Uncle Chen looked very busy. From the first time they saw him, they saw that he had been making a paper puppet of equal height by visual inspection.

Making paper figurines as tall as a human is a very strange thing in itself, but people on this street don’t seem to think so. He just heard a customer praise Uncle Chen’s craftsmanship in making paper figurines as good as before.

The pebble that was kicked away rolled to the side of a pair of round-toed pink high heels, attracting the curious gaze of its owner.

The girl in small high heels was still curious that such a handsome boy was working for a shroud shop, but when she saw the handsome boy, her face turned red and she hesitated to move her legs.

Xiao Ling teased and unknowingly let out a bewildering smile, "Hi, may I help you?"

"No, no, I'm just strolling around." The girl blushed and unconsciously took two steps closer.

The girl is wearing a small western-style skirt and carrying a bear bag, which doesn't seem to match the style of the street.

Xiaoling smiled: "You look very unfamiliar, are you a resident nearby?"

"No, I'm..." the girl said halfway, suddenly showing doubts.

Hey, why did I come to this street?

Oh, by the way, because I was angry with my parents and planned to go out to relax, I took the bus to a place a little far from home, and then wandered around to find this street by myself.

Originally, Zhao Zhao didn't intend to reveal such a childish reason, but a pair of Shang Xiaoling's blue eyes, which seemed to have the magic power of deceiving people, unconsciously confessed all those words.

"My parents really disrespected me, and secretly read my diary." After she finally complained about this sentence, her expression became angry, with the unique willfulness of adolescence.

Xiaoling comforted her like a big brother next door, and Zhaozhao's anger soon dissipated, only the handsome guy was in his eyes.

Feng Congmian, who had been helping in the shop but paid close attention to the little guy, watched the two of them talking more and more happily, and finally couldn't help but walked over with a dark face.

"cough."

Xiao Ling rolled her eyes happily and turned her head. He hadn't noticed that the vinegar jar was overturned, so he let out an intimate cry.

"Mianmian!"

Feng Congmian's face turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant, he stretched out his hand to touch the soft curly hair possessively, his Adam's apple moved sexyly, and he responded with a low, pregnant voice.

"Ah."

Zhaozhao originally saw a handsome long-legged guy approaching, and before he had time for a nymphomaniac, he was frightened by the aura that the handsome guy exuded that seemed to be aimed at her. The delicate and handsome guy calmed down with a greeting.

This emotional ups and downs made her unable to hold back a slow breath.

Regardless of the hands on his head that were trying to flatten his hair, Xiaoling turned his head back and asked, "Then when do you want to go home, and if you don't, your parents will worry."

It seemed that she couldn't see the rolling black fog outside the street, and this didn't prevent him from gently pushing the plot.

Zhao Zhao's expression became hesitant, as if she had just noticed this problem after being reminded like this.

But just when this thought came to her, she raised her head and saw the big red lantern in front of the shroud shop, her eyes were distracted for a moment, she answered again and then changed her words: "I don't want to go back, I want to stay here for a few more days, let them take care of themselves , and don’t you think this street is very unique? I didn’t even know there was such an ancient street in the city where I grew up.”

The last rhetorical question made her look firm,

Knowing that she had already made up her mind to stay in the ancient street for a few more days, Xiaoling felt a little regretful, but she was still a gentleman and pointed her to a homestay.

The tasker named What Ze is also working in that homestay, hoping to help take care of this girl.

Zhao Zhao left happily.

The bewilderment at the beginning was no longer present on his face, as if the original plan was to come to this street to play.

Feng Congmian looked up at the lantern, the coldness in his eyes was not concealed.

But those two big red lanterns were just hung there innocently, and there was nothing to be seen other than making people feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's go back to work."

In order to save his ravaged, sluggish hair, Xiaoling pushed Feng Congmian into the shop.

While they were talking just now, some guests came in and left, and no one was interested in what they were talking about.

But even so, he still felt that something was wrong.

A feeling of being spied on loomed.

This kind of feeling makes people irritable, and Xiaoling couldn't help but increase his enthusiasm for doing tasks in this demonic realm.

...

Soon it was approaching evening, Uncle Chen put down the paper-wrapped people in his hand, and finally he was willing to look up at them: "Hurry up and go to Shirenlou for dinner, remember that if the sun goes down, don't wander around outside, and remember Close the doors and windows."

Uncle Chen's reminder was well-intentioned, at least going out at night is already an unspeakable law of the magic eye.

Xiaoling obediently responded.

Shiren Building was where they went to eat staff meals, and when they got back there, they found that the store was a little bustling.

But he felt that the sense of weirdness did not decrease but increased.

There is no other reason, it is because only people who come to eat in Shiren Building are very modern.

Zhaozhao happened to be eating there too, so when he saw him, he waved happily to say hello.

He also waved his paw in response to the little girl.

Then he was taken away by a jealous man with his waving little paws.

The table where they eat staff meals is at the far corner of the hall, and it is blocked by a screen, which looks very private.

Gu Yushi and Wei Jing also took off their aprons and sat eating at this time, and two seats were specially reserved for them.

After Xiaoling sat down, she glanced at Daze on her left: "Hi, Daze."

"Cough, cough, cough, my name is Daze! Cough, it's not Daze!" Daze, who was called by the wrong name again, collapsed, and even choked on the meal he was about to swallow.

Coughing all the time looks so dirty.

While thinking this way, Xiaoling picked up the teacup and moved away from him, and said slowly: "It's not important, I just wanted to ask you who are the people who checked in at the hotel today."