A retired swordsman who opened a shop in the end [Quick Transmigration]

Bai Qingxian knew that No. 88 Tianjie must have had some scruples in order not to break up with him.

The reserved customers disappeared from the list one by one. As long as the two people from the exchange walked out of the store for a while to observe for a while, they would find that the customers who should have entered No. 88 Tianjie during the day walked into the opposite Qingxian Inn, and then left contentedly. .

But even so, today, a month later, the two people at the No. 88 Exchange on Tianjie Street still didn't make any moves, as if they hadn't noticed any abnormalities in Qingxian Station.There are only two possibilities for this situation. One is that the two puppet managers really didn't find out, and the other is that they have already found out, but because of some concerns, they dare not confront Bai Qingxian head-on.

If it's really the former... Bai Qingxian deeply suspects that the dolls of these two exchange employees have some quality problems.

The high-profile Wu sword pierced the male assistant's neck, and the blood flowed like a living human being, but the male assistant standing there was only flustered and didn't feel any pain from it.

When Bai Qingxian took a step forward, the other party took a step back.

But after only two steps, the male assistant Wu Nai was blocked by the counter from retreating, and could only look at Bai Qingxian with wide eyes.

Observing this doll inhabited by the soul again, Bai Qingxian can feel the delicacy of these works even more. Although there is no blood, no sweat, no pain and no heartbeat, he can express emotions with the doll's face.

The monk who made these dolls must be a master.

"Although I'm happy to say 'Welcome', this time it's not the guests, right?" He Bi, the female manager in royal blue cheongsam, came out from the inner room, surprise flashing across her face, and even more so. More is a feeling as she expected.

"I want one thing." Bai Qingxian entered the topic without hesitation, "A body that Chuchu girls use to trade."

Bai Qingxian doesn't know the full name of that Chuchu girl yet, but it doesn't matter, he just needs the help of those two people for something, and by the way, see if the attack on Tianjie No. 88 will lead to the culprit behind the scenes.

"If you want to get something from the exchange, you have to pay the corresponding price." The female manager seemed to have not seen the sword on her assistant's neck at all, and she could still show a perfect hospitality smile, "Since there is something you want , anyone can become a customer of the exchange. Then what would the customer be willing to use in exchange for the girl's body?"

"That is to say, that body is still there?" Bai Qingxian raised her eyebrows and asked back.

"..." The female manager still smiled, "Many customers will regret it after the transaction, and then use more chips to get back what they lost, so no matter how useless the transaction is, we will continue to keep it for a while."

"Guest, what price are you willing to pay?" the female manager asked again.

"Maybe you don't know," Bai Qingxian stretched out his right hand, and the Wu sword on the male assistant's neck obediently flew back to his hand, and gently slammed, "I'm just a poor grocery store owner. The last time I came to the exchange At that time, I had already traded the only family heirloom, and now I have nothing left."

"Doesn't the guest still have the sword in his hand?" The female manager waved her hand to let the male assistant cover the wound and go to the inner room, wondering if they had the exclusive secret technique of sewing dolls.

"What if I'm not willing to pay any price?" Bai Qingxian didn't beat around the bush, "I don't know if I can turn over this store and find the body of that lovely girl?"

The store is almost "disappeared", and the word "low-key" in Bai Qingxian's dictionary has also disappeared.

The loss of control of Bai Qingxian's own power will affect this world on the verge of doomsday, but using the power of the Wu Sword can avoid this disaster to the greatest extent.

The black long hair gathered in front of the chest was collected by a black rope embedded with spirit stones, but due to the change of Bai Qingxian's mood, it was still as static as static and automatic, and even the spirit stones that gathered the long hair cracked in an instant .

This can be regarded as a double insurance for Bai Qingxian to control his own strength.

"You shouldn't do this, there is no benefit." The female manager is a puppet, and many perceptual things are not as sensitive as ordinary humans, otherwise it would be impossible to speak calmly in this situation.

"Oh?" Bai Qingxian, no, Bai Jianxian smiled, "Why?"

"We know you have some special powers, but if you destroy No. 88 Tianjie, our master will immediately sense it." The female manager said, and she sounded very methodical, "Master is very Loved the flute you traded with last time, said some power on the flute reminded him of his hometown."

"Maybe it's fate."

"But our master also said that the power on that flute is too small for him to be worth mentioning at all." When the female manager said this, although her expression was calm, the puppet's drifting sight Showing fear of the master, "Such a trade item that the master dislikes is a precious family heirloom for the guests. Isn't this enough to explain the gap between you and the master?"

"The long sword in your hand may have the same power as that of the flute. With such power, you can live freely. Why do you have to fight against Exchange 88? Take the guests who should have entered the exchange one by one. What good does it do you to persuade me to leave?"

The female manager seemed to think that Bai Qingxian was just trying to persuade those guests away, and didn't know that he was doing "deals" with some of them.

"The master did say that the flute was destined for him, so we let us temporarily turn a blind eye to you, but if you really go too far..." The female manager glanced at the long sword in Bai Qingxian's hand , "There will be no good results if a gnat shakes a tree."

Mayfly?

A silver light flashed, and the female manager's sideburn hair was cut off in an instant, and Wu Jian, who acted without authorization, flew back to Bai Qingxian after doing this, and stood there out of thin air, ready to go.

"Where is Miss Chuchu's body?"

Facing Bai Qingxian's questioning again, the female manager smiled indifferently: "Even if you pierce my neck, pierce my heart, and cut off my head, I won't die, and I won't even feel the pain." It hurts. All the managers of our No. 88 exchange are just pieces connected vertically and horizontally on the chessboard, cogs in the machine that push each other, a part."

"Do you know why our bodies don't hurt? Because such a body allows the master to control us better, and it also makes it impossible for anyone to threaten us with physical pain." The female manager touched the bundle with some pity. Broken hair.

"What about the pain in the soul?" Bai Qingxian tilted his head and looked at the other party with a smile. Wu Jian turned around and attacked the eyebrows of the woman opposite.

But even though the blood flowed into the eyes, the female manager's eyes did not change: "I said, it's useless..."

In the next second, the female manager, who just felt that nothing could cause substantial harm to her, knelt down on the ground like a robot that had been cut off, her whole body trembling strangely.

The Wu Sword with extremely positive attributes has a special ability, that is, it can cause damage to souls that are not tyrannical without the help of external forces.

Of course, in order to avoid accidental injury, Wu Jian must have Bai Qingxian's permission before using this ability.

"Ahhhh-"

The trauma of the soul is many times more painful than the trauma of sex, especially for the puppet managers who have not felt pain for a long time, it is unbearable pain.

It was as if the heart had been taken away abruptly, and then an iron ball full of thorns was stuffed into the heart. After the instant tearing sensation, there was an endless pain that could not be seen.

"The master in your mind may not be as powerful as you imagined." Bai Qingxian's voice was calm but convincing, "And I am not as vulnerable as you imagined."

"Tell me, where is that girl's body?" Bai Qingxian let Wujian stab deeper.

"Ahhhh—the body, the body is in the inner room!" The female manager who curled up and fell to the ground finally couldn't help shouting.

"I thought you would have a warehouse dedicated to storing trading items." Bai Qingxian believed that the bartering for so many years had accumulated unimaginable wealth for the No. 88 exchange, which is also the foundation for the exchange to become a legend. one.

At the same time, Bai Qingxian moved her fingers to let Wu Jian give the female manager a chance to breathe and talk.

"Because I want to keep that body." The female manager's expression was still ferocious and painful, but at least she was able to speak, "That girl said she wanted to become like me, haha, I'm not a human being like a ghost. What's so good about a ghost's body? Compared to such a half-dead skin, I'm more envious of her still warm body."

"I hoped to find a way to turn back into an ordinary person, so I kept her body privately." The female manager has a good-looking skin, but she is obsessed with Zhang Chuchu's body that she even despises.

At least that's a human body.

As Bai Qingxian walked into the inner room, she took out Lin Lin's mobile phone, and followed the message she sent from another mobile phone later, asking her to bring that lovely girl to the vicinity of Xiaoxian Station immediately.

Wu Jian, who threw off the female manager, also obediently flew behind Bai Qingxian.

Boss Bai is a swordsman, and he is not proficient in those oblique spells, so he can't use fancy spells to stuff Miss Chuchu's soul back into her original body.

But if you are in the leisure station, even if Bai Qingxian uses some relatively simple and crude methods, it will not affect the outside world.

After receiving a series of excited and incoherent replies from Lin Lin, Bai Qingxian put away her phone, and began to think about how many years that Chuchu girl would need to do good deeds in exchange for her body.

If you think of getting something, you have to give something, even if you are not an exchange, even if you are not a businessman, you can understand

Although there were no clues about the culprit behind the scenes from the managers of the exchange, Bai Qingxian still had the Forgetfulness Curse in Chu Chu's body.The culprit behind the scenes obviously believed confidently that there were no other monks in this world, so he didn't care about the traceable clues left by the forgetfulness spell.

And with this clue, Bai Qingxian can leave Tianjie with peace of mind and look for that unexpected hometown man.

"Kill him."

When Bai Qingxian was about to leave Tianjie 88, the voice of the female manager suddenly came from behind——

"If you can, you must kill him!"

The voice was full of pleading.