Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Ok?How many?

One thousand four hundred and fifty eight?

Compared to the table with nearly a hundred dishes, this amount is not huge. On average, each dish costs only a dozen yuan.

But precisely because the amount is not large, it means that what this shop wants is probably not cash at all, but ghost money specially used in supernatural places like tattoo parlors.

"We really encountered a shady store..." Zhang Qian silently despised this store.

The price of these dishes is not much different from the price of tattoos in tattoo parlors, but the tattoos in tattoo parlors can actually control a fierce ghost, and what is the use of eating these dishes?

Some body parts were sold at this price. No wonder the waiters looked like they were about to starve to death.

You must know that the compensation Zhang Qian received from the tattoo parlor was only more than 100 yuan, which was only one-tenth of these dishes, and he couldn't afford it.

Hmm... But Zhang Qian had no intention of paying in the first place, and whether he had so much money didn't seem to matter.

After thinking for a while, he said casually: "When you say yuan, you mean ghost money, right?"

The waiter nodded hurriedly: "You are wise, sir, it's just ghost money."

After saying that, it approached Zhang Qian again and said attentively: "Young ones can be subjective and objective, and you can give me a discount. You only need to give me [-] yuan."

The waiter himself knew that the price was indeed outrageous.

But its mission is to collect 80 yuan in 1000 years. Seeing that the deadline is approaching, the progress of this mission is still zero.

There is no way, the ghost ship is too weird, and it is difficult for ghost masters to visit here.

I finally managed to get an opportunity to open a store on the Bliss, but who knew what kind of trouble this place would cause in the future.

Now that Zhang Qian was caught, the waiter didn't care whether the wool would be bald, and could only hope that Zhang Qian could afford the price.

But it doesn't matter if it can't afford it. Anyway, it has eaten so many things by itself. The 80-year period may be extended a lot, and there will always be opportunities to repay the debt in the future.

"Three thousand?"

Zhang Qian didn't have much reaction when he heard the discount, because he had already made up his mind not to pay.

But it doesn’t seem right to fall out directly. I have to find a reason...

"Do you have the bill? Can you show it to me?"

"There are some, please take a look." The waiter hurriedly handed over the menu.

It's just that it's covered in unknown stains and oils, and there's really no place to start.

Sensing Zhang Qian's disgusted look, the waiter obsequiously wiped the front and back of the bill several times with his sleeves. Although it wasn't clean, it looked much better than before.

Only then did Zhang Qian take it and examine the contents.

The withered yellow paper was pasted on a hard board. There were some crooked notes on the paper, roughly recording the contents of the meal.

"That ham is pretty cheap. It only costs seven yuan, but the eyeball costs more than twenty yuan. Well... the most expensive thing seems to be the human head, which costs a full 36 yuan."

The waiter also complained about it, "This price is really the cost price. I gave you a discount just now, but the store is already operating at a loss."

"If you don't believe me, you can go out and ask around. Our house has always had this price and how many years has it been open."

Ok?
How could the shop on the ghost ship be known to outsiders? Did this black shop already exist before the change occurred on the ghost ship?
Zhang Qian asked casually: "It sounds like your store has a good reputation, so you must have saved a lot of money?"

It wasn't that he wanted to rob, but he was mainly curious.After all, the owners of some supernatural places seem to have a hobby of collecting ghost money, which means that these colorful pieces of paper have some unknown functions.

"How can I have ghost money?" The waiter waved his hands repeatedly.

"The young one is just a part-time worker. Don't say that he doesn't make any money now. Even if he does make money, he still has to hand it over to the boss."

"Boss?" Zhang Qian asked curiously.

It seems that this guy is not the boss of the restaurant, and that's right. The aura of the waiter does not bring a sense of crisis to him, which means that his hard power is definitely not strong. It is indeed a bit unreasonable to be able to open a black shop for such a long time without being beaten to death.

But if there really is a boss, then things will be a bit troublesome...

I don't know if the boss's fist is strong or not, and whether I can finish this king's meal comfortably.

"Well, I don't know much about the boss, but sir, you will definitely become the most distinguished customer of our store in the future, and the boss will definitely be willing to meet you." The waiter boasted.

How could it not be noble? Zhang Qian had to bear all the 80-year share of the entire store. Such a wealthy person would be treated with courtesy no matter where he was placed.

"In the future? I can't see Him now?" Zhang Qian was thoughtful.

The waiter nodded and said: "Yes, the boss is not on board. He usually has other store matters to be busy with..."

In other words, there is only one "person" in this place, the waiter?
Zhang Qian interrupted the waiter's remaining words and said casually: "I can't carry so much money with me. How do you want me to pay you?"

The implication is that he wants to leave temporarily to withdraw money, and then find an opportunity to pay it back later.

But Zhang Qian just gave it a try. It would be impossible for a normal person to let him go, right?
But the waiter agreed.

It didn't even hesitate at all, and placed a piece of black paper and a brush on the ground as if it had been prepared for a long time.

"You can sign here and leave the store to get money."

Zhang Qian did not take this strange black paper in his hand rashly.

This thing gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, as if something bad would happen if he held it in his hand.

It seems to be a contract, and it is based on some kind of supernatural contract that cannot be violated.

It seems that the excuse to run away is not feasible.

If you really sign this agreement, you will be bound whether you leave or not. If you can't repay the debt on time, something terrible may happen.

I originally wanted to act, but I didn't expect that the other party was so well prepared.

Zhang Qian avoided the topic and did not pick up the items from the waiter. He pointed at the bill in his hand and asked, "What is this honey-glazed first-grade ham?"

The waiter was a little confused. Could it be that this picture has lost his memory?

However, it still explained respectfully: "This is your first dish. The ham used has been carefully selected. It is bright in color and fragrant..."

"Stop." Zhang Qian waved his hand to interrupt it, "Have I eaten?"

"Forehead……"

Without waiting for the waiter's response, Zhang Qian pointed to the dishes on the menu one after another, naming them one by one: "And this bird's nest and that shark's fin, I haven't even seen them. Why do you think I ate them?"

"On the contrary, it's you who has eaten so much that your mouth is full of oil."

(End of this chapter)