Changsheng: I can sell everything

Song Ciwan flew along the streets of Pinglan City, and from time to time he would encounter officers and soldiers from the patrol department.

Of course, people in this world can't see her.

Occasionally, she would also meet people in the other world who were on their way. Because she used the night escape technique, this escape technique was blessed by the night, and the speed became faster and faster. Often, the monks in the other world would only see one The shadows flickered past him in an instant.

The two sides did not meet each other, Song Ciwan just concentrated on his way.

On the road, there are often strange figures appearing and disappearing.

There are officers and soldiers from the City Patrolling Division casting spells, forming an array to kill tricks, and there is also the Demon Slayer Captain from the Lantern Division rushing around. The low-level tricksters can be dealt with by ordinary officers and soldiers, and those with a slightly higher level need to be dispatched to kill demons. Captain.

However, the number of Demon Killing Captains is limited after all, and the number of officers and soldiers of the City Patrol Division is also limited. There are always some strange things that break through the restrictions of the streets and houses, break into the homes of the people, and cause tragedies.

Song Ciwan didn't dare to procrastinate any longer. In two quarters of an hour, she passed through one layer after another of Lifang, and walked a distance that ordinary mortals would not be able to cover in ten days and a half months. Finally, she rushed through a strange road. After walking down the street, Song Ciwan escaped into Shanrenfang.

The small courtyard she rents is in Shanrenfang, which is Song Ciwan's temporary home.

After entering Shanrenfang, Song Ciwan saw many warriors on the street fighting back to back.

To Song Ciwan, most of these warriors were actually familiar faces.

Because Shanrenfang can be regarded as one of the largest gathering places for civilians in Pinglan City. Most of the mortals living here have small family backgrounds. Although their lives are not as good as those above, they are more than below.

Many martial arts gyms have been opened in Shanrenfang—practicing martial arts is, after all, the most common path for ordinary people to advance upward.

Song Ciwan's external identity in Shanrenfang is Song Xun, a warrior girl. Although since she came to Shanrenfang, she has not communicated with her neighbors very much except for going out early and returning late to work in the laundry room. I recognized the warriors in the nearby martial arts school.

At this time, seeing these warriors with familiar faces, for some reason, Song Ciwan felt a vague sense of belonging.

Not to a particular person, but to the world.

In this grotesque world where demons are rampant, even though there are so many absurdities, so many despicable things, so many sufferings in this world... But there are always some people who will inadvertently reveal a different kind of brilliance.

There were headless ghosts flying and roaring in the street, and several young warriors were so frightened that they wept and shouted in panic.

Their master yelled: "Why are you crying? You bastard has the strength to shout, why don't you work harder in your usual practice? Idiot, pick up your knife and chop it up! Slash hard! People are afraid of ghosts three points, ghosts I'm [-]% afraid of people!"

"You are full of yang energy, what are you afraid of?"

A young warrior closed his eyes, swung a long-handled sword, and shouted in his mouth: "Kill! Kill, kill, kill! I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, ah! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

He slashed the wrong side, and seeing that the roaring ghost head was about to bite him, Song Ciwan who was passing by released a group of black worms in the night, and the black worms charged from the side, and rushed the ghost head to the ground in an instant. Under the knife of the young warrior.

boom!
The ghost's head was chopped off, and it let out a shrill scream.

The young warrior opened his eyes immediately, crying and laughing: "I hit it! I hit it! Master, this disciple is not a waste! Weird thing, eat me with another Poyun Saber!"

Suddenly, another knife stretched out from the slanting stab, and instantly chopped the ghost head that he chopped off just now into ashes.

The one who made the knife was a young female warrior. The girl smiled triumphantly and said, "Eighth Senior Brother, your Poyun Saber is still not fast enough. How about my Wind Chasing Saber, Junior Sister?"

Shua Shua Shua, she made eighteen knives in an instant, and each knife brought a fierce wind, chopping up all the heads of ghosts surrounded from all directions.

Once these shattered ghost heads fell to the ground, they instantly turned into ashes.Song Ciwan quietly took away Hei Chong again, and passed these warriors in the other world.

She walked through a few more streets in an instant, and after counting breaths, she returned to her house.

Then, Song Ciwan saw an interesting scene.

She saw a lovely and pitiful beauty next door to her house knocking on the door eagerly.

"Lang Jun, sir, please open the door. You passed by that front street yesterday, and you once praised the style of your slave family. Why are you so cruel tonight?"

"Lang Jun, I'm so scared, can you open the door? Save me, there are scary things outside!"

……

The beauty uttered one sound after another, and each sound carried an extraordinarily attractive meaning, just like a new bud on a branch flicking through the gurgling spring water.

one more time.

But naturally no one paid attention to her in that door.

On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the Yuan Dynasty is approaching, and ghosts are walking at night, who doesn't close their accounts?
The officers and soldiers of the City Patrolling Division had already beaten the gongs and drums over and over again. Even though they couldn't fill up every street, these sounds would always come from far away.

As long as the people in the city have a home to return to, they all post Spring Festival couplets at the door of their homes, hang peach charms, and enshrine the door god.

These things still have some effect. Although the people are mortals, the fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty has not declined. Within the land and in the city, there are not only the protection of the righteousness of the government, but also the protection of the city god's land. They also have some ability to protect themselves.

So, what is the unusual case?

For example, monsters and monsters whose strength exceeds the limit and can forcibly break through the door, this is often an extraordinary situation.

Or in that portal, due to the influence of the world's dark energy and hostile energy, self-generated monsters, or self-generated weirdness, this is also a special case...

Or, the owner of the door must be tempted by the foreign object outside the door and open the door on his own. Then, this is called seeking death. What else is there to say?

Most of the people in Pinglan City know this common sense.

Therefore, people can still bear the general temptation and understand it clearly.

But seeing that the beauty outside the door saw that the family had never opened the door, she suddenly changed her tone and said sadly: "Sun Lang, it's me! The dead ghost of my family was eaten by a goblin just now. Fortunately, I saw the opportunity and took it." The money in the family escaped out of danger!"

"Sun Lang, open the door quickly. I don't want you to break with the old woman. I am willing to be a concubine to serve you and your wife. Can you open the door quickly?"

……

The beauty spoke one after another, and gradually, the sound of conversations could be heard inside the door.

The male owner of the house said: "Lady, that's Liu Laizi's wife. She used to wink at me. She said that her man died, and she brought money to join me. I think we should open the door." Bar……"

The hostess scolded: "You fool, do you think I don't know? Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing?"