This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 858 Asking Immortal Huangquan (17)

  Chuzheng found that he had been back for several days, and the **** didn't move at all.

   called it and did not respond.

   seems to have disappeared...

After    Wen Xian Lu caught the 'spy', they checked the entire Wen Xian Lu again, but they found nothing other than a few people who had done a bit of stealing.

  According to the spy's account, they went to check the trash can that put the information, but they still didn't find any clues.

  Ask Xianlu did not have any abnormal situation again.

  If you have to say something...

   Chuzheng was complained.

   The former buyer of blue ribbed clothes complained to her ten times a day, the highest record was fifty times, and it is still improving.

  [Blue Threaded Clothes: Profitable Merchants! ]

  [Lanyuyi: I know you are there, and I know you saw it, do you do business like this? ]

  Lanyuyi not only complained, but also beeped while complaining.

Every time   Chuzheng goes up, he can see a bunch of his messages.

   still can't pull black.

Customer is god.

   for life.

calm!

  [Huangquanlu: What do you want? ]

  The blue wispy clothes returned in seconds.

  [Blue Widow: Refund! ]

  [Huangquan Road: Impossible. ]

  [Blue Threaded Clothes: Profitable Merchants! Why not refund! ]

  [Huangquan Road: You can only buy what you want from me. ]

  [Blue Widow:  …]

  [Blue Robe: Profiteers, monopolize the market! ! ]

  [Huangquan Road: Thank you for your compliment. ]

  [Blue Robe: Why are you so shameless? ]

  [Huangquanlu: You can complain slowly, goodbye. ]

  [Blue Widow:  …]

   Chuzheng received five complaints every minute.

   Chuzheng didn't care.

   Organize the things in the store.

   Many of them were out of stock, Chuzheng sighed, went upstairs to his room, and picked some of the glowing small porcelain vases on the table, and took some to the living room.

   There is another room on the other side of the living room.

   Chuzheng pushed open the door and went in, the light inside was very dark.

   There is only one table in the room.

   On the table are things like incense, candles, paper money, and a censer beside it.

   Chuzheng didn't turn on the lights either, sat down at the table and poured out the spirit of one of the jars.

   The spirit has been raised for a period of time. It is not as scattered as it was at first, but a group of rays of light.

After    poured out, subconsciously wanted to run.

  The silver thread on Chuzheng's wrist sticks out, wraps the spirit, and pulls it back.

   Chuzheng put the soul into the black incense burner, the light in the incense burner turned on and off, and Chuzheng added something to it.

   Her movements were not hasty or slow, as if she was doing an elegant thing.

   After doing this, Chuzheng leaned back on the chair and stared at the incense burner.

   Two hours later.

   Chuzheng opened the incense burner, Chuzheng smoked a few sticks of incense, and put one end of the incense into the incense burner.

   There is a shimmer of light along the incense, slowly climbing.

   Until the incense sticks were completely lit up, Chuzheng took it out and sealed it with yellow wrapping paper.

   One pack per pack.

   Chuzheng used the same method one after another, and made several copies of the incense wax paper candles.

   Chuzheng will replenish the finished quantity to the store.

   As soon as it is replenished, it prompts that there is an order.

   Chuzheng glanced at the order and went downstairs to pack the things.

   Draw out a contract, the content of the contract is the same.

  Contract:

   Now sign a contract with the owner of Huangquan Road. If you violate the contract, you will dedicate your soul.

  Contractor: XXX

   There is a big gap in the middle, Chuzheng took out the pen and wrote in the middle.

  [Item: Bai Ningxiang·Dream. ]

  [Price: Three hundred days of life. ]

After writing the    first zheng, just stuff the contract into the package.

On the holographic screen next to   , Bai Ningxiang is being displayed.

  [Bai Ningxiang·Dream]

   The user can obtain the ability to enter other people's dreams for one month, which can be used once a day, and the duration of each use is half an hour.

  Users should use according to the instructions. If there is a problem, it is the user's own improper use, which has nothing to do with our store.

  Non-dangerous goods, non-refundable.

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  The robot squatted next to Chuzheng: "Master, have you increased the price?"

   Chuzheng's indifferent face: "I don't."

  The robot said in a milky voice: "Three hundred days, it's been a year! You only set the price for half a year for the last batch."

   Chuzheng glanced at it with a serious face: "This batch of goods is better, and the price will increase with the goods."

  The robot doesn't believe it: "Listen to your foolishness."

  “…”

  The things that Huangquan Road sells are extracted from unknown creatures to obtain some special abilities.

   Of course, Chuzheng is not particularly dangerous for sale. Most of them are small props, to cure a small problem, to scare people, to have a dream or something.

   And the reward she receives is life.

How can    human lifespan be traded?

Of course.

   Because she is the owner of Huangquan Road.

   But are there ghosts in this world?

   Chuzheng can tell you responsibly.

  Believe in science.

   Don’t be feudal and superstitious.

   There are no ghosts in this world.

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At the    manor, since Chuzheng caught the black account, it has been very calm, and there have been no accidents.

  Hu Shuo set a daytime work time for her, and Chuzheng went and left on time every day.

   It's not bad for a minute or a second.

   On this day, Hu Shuo just came back from get off work and bumped into Chuzheng at the door.

   "Miss Chuzheng."

   Chuzheng was going out, but she turned back after a few seconds: "Mr. Hu."

   "Miss Chuzheng, what's the matter?" Hu Shuo asked cautiously.

   "Can your husband wake up again?"

  Hu Shuo shook his head: "It's hard to say, although the Fanxing game is still running, but since Mr. is in a coma, we can't log in, so we can't enter the game, find Mr. and bring him out."

   "Why can't I log in?"

   "This..." Hu Shuo hesitated: "Because of the security key, we cannot obtain it."

  The security key is known only to Mr.

  I don't know if there is a problem with the game, the security system of the entire game is automatically activated, and no one can get in without the security key.

   Now the entire team is trying to crack the security key.

   Only by cracking the security key first can someone enter the game.

  Because Xing Jue is in it, it cannot be cracked by brute force, so the cracking speed is slow.

   "Can't he wake up on his own?"

  Hu Shuo said: "We don't know what the specific problems are. If Mr. is just trapped inside and can't find a way out, we just need to crack the key and Mr. will wake up."

   "But if Mr. thinks he is a character in the game and regards the game world as the real world, then he won't think about it."

   "Only after we go in, find Mr., and then find a way to wake him up."

   These are all optimistic scenarios.

  Hu Shuo hasn't said the bad situation given by the team.

   Of course, there is no need to say these Hu Shuo.

   "Miss Chuzheng, why are you suddenly asking this?"

   "Ask." Chu Zheng looked indifferent, as if he was just asking casually: "Let's go."

   Chuzheng put his hands in his pockets, and his big trousers threw an elegant arc in the afterglow of the setting sun, setting off the girl's bohemian back.

  Hu Shuo couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

   Miss Chuzheng is a pretty girl, why is she so... sloppy?

   Can't dress up, dress normally?

  *

   To be continued

   (end of this chapter)