Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 287: Strange Realm

The rain subsided slightly in the afternoon, not as heavy as in the morning, but it still fell in drizzle. The streets of Central were soaked into a dark gray by the rain, and muddy water accumulated in the cracks of the stone pavement, splashing mud when you stepped on it.

Chen Mo stood on a street corner in Central, holding an umbrella, his expression grave.

This place is even more sinister than what was depicted in the movies of my past life.

Across the street, the Murray Building stood in the rain, its gray-white exterior walls stained with varying shades of water.

The building isn't very tall, just three stories.

It looked like a fortress, with small, narrow windows and rusty iron railings.

The open space in front of the building must have been neglected for a long time, as it was overgrown with weeds.

The grass was withered and yellow, lying down in an unnatural posture, all pointing in the direction of the Murray Building.

The whole building was quiet; there was no human voice or barking.

Those in the know appreciate buildings not by their height, but by their location.

The land around Murray House is clearly stagnant, lacking any sense of flow.

A faint gray mist seeped from the cracks in the brickwork at the corner of the wall, which was washed away by the rain and turned into a fog-like substance, which ordinary people would just mistake for water vapor.

But Chen Mo could tell that the aura was rising from underground, carrying an indescribable musty smell.

The realm of the uncanny is constantly expanding.

Even though it's daytime, you can still feel the chill.

Pedestrians hurried by, preferring to take a longer detour rather than venture into the vicinity of the Murray Building.

He watched the man's departing figure and shook his head.

At the rate of expansion of the Ghost Domain, this hundred-meter safe distance will be completely eroded in at most half a month.

In time, those who took detours will find that they have nowhere else to go.

However, as long as one avoids entering at the hour of midnight when the ghost realm opens, ordinary people will at most be invaded by yin energy and will not die for a while.

I'm afraid the things inside will escape.

Chen Mo's eyes flickered, and he turned his gaze to the window facing the street.

I wonder if I stared at it for too long and attracted the attention of those things in the building.

Behind the empty window, countless pale faces appeared.

Men and women of all ages.

They were all expressionless, with sunken eyes.

They had no pupils, but Chen Mo could feel that all the faces were staring intently at him.

The malice in their eyes almost solidified into a tangible form.

"Don't think that just because you're dead, we can't do anything to you."

Chen Mo glanced at the windows, snorted coldly, and walked towards the main gate.

The leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the stone steps.

Just as I reached the third level, an old voice came from behind me.

"Young man, you can't go to that building."

He stopped and turned his head to look.

Across the street, an old woman with a black umbrella appeared out of nowhere.

He was dressed in a drab, old-fashioned Tang suit, his back hunched, and his umbrella was pulled low, obscuring his face.

All that could be seen was a withered hand gripping the umbrella handle.

"That building is man-eating."

"The old lady has lived on this street for sixty years, and she has seen countless things with her own eyes."

Chen Mo glanced at her.

Rainwater trickled down the edge of the black umbrella, pooling at the other person's feet.

The old woman's ankles were exposed, and her skin was an abnormal bluish-gray color, covered with large patches of lividity.

He didn't answer, but instead looked down at the puddle of water at the other person's feet.

The water is clear.

The water on the streets of Central was all muddy and yellowish, but the water under the old woman's feet was crystal clear, and you could even see the patterns on the stone slabs at the bottom.

Devotion transforms into material things, remaining untainted by impurities.

The old woman was neither human nor ghost.

Strictly speaking, this thing isn't even a spirit. It's just that someone's last thoughts before death were too strong, and they were trapped by the earth's energy, so over time they condensed into this ambiguous thing.

She doesn't harm anyone, nor can she harm anyone. She might not even remember who she is. She just keeps doing the same thing over and over again.

That's interesting. It's a pity that this person's soul has disappeared, and they can't even be helped to pass on their soul.

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze, turned around, and went up the last four steps.

"Young man!"

"The old lady was trying to persuade you, why didn't you listen? You'll die if you go in!"

"You'll die!"

Without turning his head, he pushed open the door of the Murray Building.

The door wasn't locked.

The moment I stepped inside, the sound of rain outside suddenly faded into the distance.

Chen Mo stood in the lobby, letting the door behind him close automatically.

The light suddenly dimmed, and he put the umbrella into his storage space, glancing around.

The foyer was small, with old-fashioned black and white tiles on the floor, the patterns worn away and no longer discernible.

A yellowed notice was pasted on the wall, the handwriting blurred and the words illegible.

The air was thick with a musty smell, and the temperature was at least ten degrees lower than outside.

The water stains on the ceiling formed patterns, and a drop of water fell from directly above.

Chen Mo dodged to the side, and a water droplet hit the floor tile, splashing out a pale yellow flower.

That's corpse fluid.

He released his divine sense expressionlessly, spreading it out in all directions.

The structure of the entire building became clear in my mind.

It has three floors above ground and one floor below ground.

Each level has a number of auras, most of which are very weak, just wandering spirits, but there are also a few auras that are quite solid.

Especially the underground level, where the yin energy is so dense it's like a stagnant pool, and even divine sense feels icy cold when it probes there.

For ordinary people, this concentration of yin energy is no different from poison.

Inhaling it into the lungs can cause serious illness at best, and at worst, it can lead to the dissipation of vital energy and leave the soul and spirit riddled with holes.

If people stay longer, even living people can be assimilated into this building.

But Chen Mo is different; his body actually prefers this kind of environment.

The moment I stepped into this building, I felt not only no discomfort, but also a long-lost sense of ease.

Every pore on his body opened up, and the magical power flowing through his meridians was stimulated by the yin energy, causing its circulation speed to increase by three points out of nowhere.

The once quiet ghost skin began to get excited, and a face began to emerge from beneath its skin.

With a thought, Chen Mo suppressed the restless ghost skin and stepped inside.

The corridor was narrow and long, with closed doors on both sides. The paint on the doors was peeling off, revealing the blackened wood underneath.

The floorboards creaked with every step, sounding particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

The walls were covered with old-fashioned wallpaper, the patterns long faded, but the spots of mold looked alive.

As Chen Mo walked by, he caught a glimpse of the mold spots out of the corner of his eye, which seemed to be slowly wriggling.

He stopped and turned to look at the wall.

The mold spots stopped moving.

As I walked on, the mold spots in my peripheral vision began to wriggle again.

Something that's just a charlatan or a charlatan.

Chen Mo sneered and walked straight towards the stairwell at the end of the corridor.

When they reached the third door, a large amount of dark red water suddenly seeped out from under the door crack.

It seeped in more and more, and soon spread across a large area of ​​the corridor.

The water's surface reflected the light like a mirror, casting the image of an upside-down figure on the ceiling.

The figure was wearing a white nightgown, with long, wet hair hanging down.

Her face was facing Chen Mo, her lips moving as if she were saying something.

"roll!"

Chen Mo didn't stop and stepped directly across the water.

A hand suddenly reached out from underwater and grabbed his ankle tightly.

It's incredibly strong; if it were an ordinary person, their bones would probably be crushed.

He glanced down and saw a pale hand underwater, its five fingers gripping his ankle tightly, the fingernails digging into his trouser leg.

Beneath the surface, a woman's face slowly surfaced, her features swollen, her skin pale and wrinkled from being submerged in water.

You... stepped on me...

"Her voice came from underwater, accompanied by the gurgling sound of bubbles."

Chen Mo remained calm, and with a flick of his right hand, the black merit banner moved automatically without wind.

Black mist surged from the banner, instantly enveloping the entire corridor.

The fog carried mournful wails and howls, as if hundreds of vengeful ghosts were roaring at the same time.

Compared to this spectacle, those little tricks from before were nothing more than children playing house.

The face beneath the water froze instantly. Before it could even dive down, an irresistible suction force surged out from the banner.

The hand gripping Chen Mo's ankle turned to ashes and vanished.

The water on the ground evaporated completely in the blink of an eye, leaving only the lingering damp, fishy smell in the air, proving that what had just happened was indeed true.

A thin black line appeared on the merit banner.

He lowered the banner, and the black mist swirled back onto its surface, restoring the corridor to its deathly silence.

Behind the tightly closed doors on both sides, there were rustling sounds.

The auras that had lingered in the room all retreated to the deepest corner.

They even concealed their breath completely, each one wishing they could embed themselves into the wall.

So you know what fear is?

Chen Mo glanced at the locations where the bound spirits were lurking with great interest.

Finally, under the increasingly terrified gaze of those things, he pushed open the half-closed door in the stairwell and went downstairs.

Just as I reached the halfway point and turned the corner, I heard a faint rustling sound coming from the ceiling above my head.

A gaunt figure with its limbs bent backwards was hanging upside down from the ceiling, its neck twisted at an incredible angle, its ashen face facing the top of his head.

The human and the ghost exchanged a silent glance.

The creature shuddered and, using all four limbs, swiftly retreated into the depths of the shadows.

Chen Mo didn't stop walking and went straight to the end of the stairs.

The entrance to the basement was a heavy, rusty iron door.

The talisman on the door had long since faded to grayish-white, and the rune in the very center had a crack, as if it had been ripped open from the inside by something sharp.

The things used to seal the door could no longer contain what was inside.

He reached out and pushed the door, but the iron door didn't budge.

Through the crack in the door, one could see a row of rusted iron bolts, three at the top and three at the bottom, firmly securing the entire door to the frame.

The surface of the iron bolt was covered with a layer of dark red rust.

Beneath the rust, dense engravings can be faintly seen.

Someone had carved something on the inside of the door, like sealing runes, sealing the entire door completely.

It's not about preventing outsiders from getting in, but about preventing things inside from getting out.

Unfortunately, the things inside couldn't be prevented, but they did stop him.

Chen Mo withdrew his hand and examined the iron gate.

It is at least three inches thick, made of pure cast iron, and with the six iron doors on the inside, the entire door weighs at least a thousand kilograms.

He raised his hand and gripped the edge of the door frame with his five fingers.

A layer of black lines spread from the fingertips to the forearm, and the fingertips glowed with an eerie light.

The bones of his right hand emitted a series of faint cracking sounds.

He took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force with his right arm.

Boom!

A series of ear-piercing metallic cracking sounds came from inside the iron gate.

The rivets securing the bolts couldn't withstand the brute force and were forcibly pulled out of the concrete door frame.

The rivets flew off, hitting the wall and sending sparks flying. He pulled the six iron bolts, along with the entire heavy iron door weighing over a thousand pounds, out of the door frame with one hand.

The entire stairwell was shaking, and dust was falling from the ceiling.

Around the corner, the gaunt figure huddled in the shadows let out a terrified whimper and shrank back even further.

Chen Mo shook his wrist, and the lines on his arm slowly faded away, revealing his fingertips to return to their normal color.

He glanced down at the iron gate lying on the ground.

The inside of the door was indeed covered with runes, crooked and twisted, but unfortunately the cinnabar had long since oxidized and turned black, losing its effectiveness.

Chen Mo stepped over the fallen iron gate and entered the basement.

The chill that hit us was several times stronger than that upstairs.

The basement was more spacious than he had expected.

It was about half the size of a basketball court, with exposed cement walls and a layer of murky water that reached above ankle level on the ground.

Unlike the rooms upstairs where earth spirits dwell, this place is completely empty.

There was no debris in the water, no mold on the walls, and not even a spider web in the corner.

It's too clean, as if it had been deliberately cleaned by something.

He released his divine sense and slowly swept it across the entire basement. Compared to the earthbound spirits upstairs who only dared to peek through the cracks in the door, these people in the basement were clearly several levels higher.

Seven or eight streams of malevolent, ghostly energy were scattered in various corners, three of which were even faintly touching the threshold of malevolence.

If you put them out there, just picking one out would be enough to give the local Taoist practitioners a headache for half a month.

However, at this moment, these evil spirits were all silent and huddled together in a corner of the basement.

Chen Mo withdrew his divine sense and walked towards the center of the basement.

There was a concrete platform that rose above the water, and dark red patterns could be vaguely seen on its dark black surface, resembling a broken magic circle.

A broken copper coin sword was stuck in the center of the formation, with a wisp of dried black hair wrapped around its blade.

He bent down to pick up the copper coin sword, and the moment his fingertips touched it, a piercing wail exploded in his ears.

With a casual surge of magic, the wailing abruptly ceased.

The copper coin sword shattered inch by inch in his hand, turning into a handful of dark green rust that fell through his fingers.

The strand of black hair fell to the ground, turning into black water that seeped into the cement platform.

The original sealing formation had been corrupted by resentment and had long since lost its effectiveness.

Chen Mo brushed the rust off his hand and turned his gaze to the evil spirits in the corner.

With a flick of his right hand, the merit banner fell into his palm.

The banner trembled slightly, as if sensing the dense yin energy around it and eagerly wanting to eat.

Too lazy to collect them one by one, he simply raised his hand and tossed the merit banners into the air.

The black banner unfurled in mid-air, billowing without wind, and a terrifying suction force surged from it, transforming into a visible black vortex.

The underwater structure exploded, and a curled-up skeleton was pulled out by the suction.

Thick black mist swirled around the skeleton, and an old ghost hid inside, refusing to come out.

The suction force of the merit banner ignored all of this, lifting up the skeleton and the ghost together, and stripping the black mist from the skeleton cleanly in mid-air.

The black mist entered the banner, and the bones scattered on the ground with a clatter, instantly turning into grayish-white powder.

In the blink of an eye, after seven or eight fierce ghosts were wiped out, the entire banner suddenly trembled.

A blinding, eerie light burst forth from the banner, illuminating the entire basement in darkness.

Chen Mo raised his hand and the merit banner fell back into his palm.

When divine sense probed into the banner, all nine hundred and ninety-nine black lines had lit up and were emitting a low hum.

The banner was slightly warm, and the originally rough fabric texture became finer, with a faint dark gold pattern visible on the surface.

It felt a little heavier in my hand, but the change wasn't dramatic.

Unfortunately, no main spirit was generated.

However, he was not disappointed. For a low-level magic weapon, reaching this level was already the limit.

He gently shook the banner, and the murmuring on its surface gradually subsided.

The eerie light slowly faded, eventually returning to its unremarkable, pitch-black appearance.

He put away the merit banner, his gaze piercing through the murky water, and caught sight of the slowly churning Yin energy deep underground.

This is his real goal today.

At midnight, the Murray Building in the rain changed.

The outline of the three-story building suddenly blurred for a moment in the rain.

A thick, dark gray fog billowed out from the cracks in the brickwork at the base of the building, spreading outwards from the center of the building, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed the weeds in front of the building and then the street.

Finally, it stopped about 100 meters away from the Murray House, forming a clear boundary.

Within the border, the thick fog churned and boiled, obscuring everything.

Outside the border, a light drizzle continued to fall on the streets of Central.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, as if two worlds had been forcibly pieced together.

By this time, several surrounding streets had already been cordoned off by the police.

Yellow and white police tape stretched from one street corner to the other.

He Ruijiu stood outside the cordon, a cigarette between his fingers, staring blankly into the direction of the thick fog.

Behind him stood several senior police officers in green uniforms, with Type 38 revolvers at their waists, directing their uniformed officers to pull the remaining yellow and white police tape from the street corner all the way to the end of the alley.

These days, the police station doesn't have many buses, and they're all old-fashioned Austins.

The task of sealing off the area relies entirely on the police officers walking on foot.

Several uniformed police officers rode bicycles around the surrounding streets and alleys to make sure no pedestrians lingered nearby.

A young police officer approached Ho Shui-kau and asked in a low voice, "Ho sir, are we really going to keep the line closed until dawn? The weather station says there will be heavy rain tonight, and the brothers might not be able to withstand being soaked all night."

He Ruijiu took the unlit cigarette from his mouth and tucked it behind his ear. "Good rain, you guys find a covered walkway to hide in and don't come out."

The young officer paused for a moment, then said, "What if someone..."

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"No one will try to barge in."

He Ruijiu interrupted him, "Ordinary people would take a detour if they walked around here. Do you really think the police station's cordon can stop people?"

"People who shouldn't go in will have their legs go weak just standing at the boundary; you can't pull them in even if you want to."

The young police officer opened his mouth, glanced at the churning fog behind him, and swallowed his words.

That fog had an eerie feel to it.

The night wind is usually damp and cold, but the wind blowing from the fog was dry and biting, sending chills down your spine, as if you were in a morgue.

"Then... where are the people who should go in?" The young police officer couldn't help but ask again.

He Ruijiu didn't answer, but turned his head to look at the street corner.

Several blurry figures emerged from the rain.

Leading the way was an elderly man in his sixties, wearing cloth shoes that stepped onto the puddled pavement without splashing a single drop of water.

He was followed by seven people, men and women, dressed in various ways.

He Ruijiu recognized the one at the very front.

Jian Yin, president of the Hong Kong Feng Shui Masters Association.

Unexpectedly, it was this big shot who personally took action.

Jian Yin walked to the cordon and nodded to He Ruijiu.

He cupped his hands in greeting to the other person and stepped aside to make way.

The figures of the eight people were quickly swallowed up by the thick fog, and even their footsteps could not be heard.

He Ruijiu stood outside the cordon, gazing at the churning, dark gray fog, his eyes deep in thought.

He spent most of his life working in Central, and Murray House was the place he least wanted to be near.

Inside the basement, the moment the Ghost Domain opened, Chen Mo stopped circulating his cultivation technique, letting the suction force envelop him.

The scene before me flickered between light and dark, and the feeling of falling suddenly disappeared as I found myself on solid ground.

Chen Mo steadied himself and looked up.

It was still daytime inside this eerie realm.

The sun hung directly overhead, its pale white light blindingly bright.

The light fell on me, but it had no warmth; instead, it felt rather cold.

He was standing at the gate of a city.

The city wall was extremely high, at least three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and was entirely gray-white. Its surface had no brick or stone texture and was so smooth that it did not appear to be man-made.

If you look closely, you can see that the wall is slightly undulating.

The two pillars supporting the city gate are two huge leg bones, with cracks all over their surfaces.

The plaque above the city gate bears three characters, written in a crooked and irregular script, not in any known written language.

But after just one glance, the meaning of the words automatically came to mind: Chang Le City.

The city gates were wide open, and the gatehouse was long and secluded, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Two rows of red lanterns hung on the cave wall, their light reflecting off the wall and casting patches of pink light on the gray-white surface.

Chen Mo looked down and checked his body. His storage space was normal, and his magic power was functioning without any problems.

His divine sense could still function normally, but it was suppressed considerably, and its range was reduced to about one zhang around his body.

He slowly exhaled and walked towards the city gate.

The moment I stepped through the city gate, a bright and open view opened up before me.

A temple fair is being held in the city.

The streets were lined with bright red silk ribbons and lanterns, illuminating the entire street.

Some of the red lanterns are made of paper, while others have a shiny, oily surface with wrinkles and textures that resemble human skin.

Below the lantern hung strands of black tassels, which upon closer inspection turned out to be human hair, with some kind of viscous liquid dripping from the ends.

The streets were bustling with people, men, women, and children, all dressed in colorful clothes and smiling.

Everyone wore a large red flower on their chest, so bright it was almost blinding.

Everyone's face was covered in heavy makeup, their skin was as white as paper, but they had no eyebrows, and their lips were painted red and small.

It's similar to the makeup of geisha in Japan.

Two women walked past Chen Mo, arm in arm.

"The city lord's 80th birthday is in three days. What kind of gift is your family preparing?"

"I chopped up my good-for-nothing husband and made a lantern stand. What about yours?"

"My daughter is young and has delicate skin. I sewed a lampshade for her, and it looks so pretty."

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The two exchanged a smile, then disappeared around the street corner.

Chen Mo's gaze followed the two women as they turned the street corner, then slowly returned to his own.

The surrounding area was bustling with people, and the sounds of laughter and chanting mingled with the buzzing of prayers.

He listened carefully for a while before realizing that the chanting was not coming from the mouths of the passersby.

The sound came from the red flowers on their chests.

The stamens of each red flower trembled slightly, and the petals opened and closed like lips.

The scriptures are emanating from those flower stamens, their rhythm matching the rise and fall of a person's chest.

With each breath a pedestrian takes, the flower on their chest utters a verse of scripture; the breath continues, the chanting continues.

Chen Mo listened for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but still couldn't identify which school or sect these scriptures came from.

All the syllables are stuck together, and when they reach the ear, they become a buzzing white noise.

An old man carrying a bamboo basket passed by him; the basket was full of fingers.

Her nails, painted with bright red nail polish, were still twitching.

He stared at Chen Mo's face for three breaths, then his smile suddenly cracked open.

"Your face is so dirty."

A girl squeezed out of the crowd and walked up to Chen Mo.

A small patch of white powder fell off her face as she tilted her head back, revealing her bluish-gray skin underneath.

"Brother, people with dirty faces will be driven out of the city at night and eaten by the Rat Woman."

Chen Mo looked down at the child.

Among this crowd of heavily made-up people, his bare face certainly stood out.

"What is a rat woman?" he asked.

The child didn't answer, but tilted his head, and the red mark on his lips slowly parted to reveal two rows of neatly arranged triangular teeth.

"Your face is so dirty."

She repeated herself, then turned around and skipped into the crowd.

The red flower on her chest opened and closed as she danced, uttering a series of fragmented scriptures.

Chen Mo's gaze followed her for a moment before he looked away.

For some reason, his scalp tingled when he heard the name "Rat Woman".

The name alone can evoke such a clear sense of crisis.

This was the first time he had ever encountered something like this.

Chen Mo stood there, pondered for a moment, and then slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touching his face.

Driven by his will, the ghost skin slowly writhed. Starting from the forehead, a layer of bloodless white keratin seeped out from the pores, spreading out evenly and completely covering the original complexion.

In just a few breaths, his paper-white face was reduced to a small, red mouth, just like the other pedestrians around him.

Chen Mo raised his hand and touched his face. It felt dry, and when his fingertips brushed against his cheek, they brought off a layer of fine powder.

The disguise of the ghost skin is so lifelike that even the texture of the smear is perfectly simulated.

He lowered his hand and looked down at his chest.

It was empty there, without any red flowers.

Even his clothes were different from those of the people around him.

He glanced at the clothes of the pedestrians around him.

Men mostly wore dark gray or navy blue short jackets with wide cuffs and a cloth belt around their waist.

The woman wore a right-fastening, diagonally-fastening blouse in a slightly brighter color, but still a dark shade like dark red or dark green.

The clothes were all made of coarse linen, and the shoes were all cloth shoes, the surfaces of which were covered in dust and their original colors were no longer visible.

There were no buttons, no zippers, and no pockets.

All the clothes were tied with cloth straps, and the style was so old-fashioned that it looked like clothes from hundreds of years ago.

Even with Chen Mo's knowledge from his previous life, he couldn't tell which dynasty these people were dressed in.

He looked away, his gaze sweeping over the street signs.

The houses are of varying heights and have upturned eaves, but all the eaves curve inwards, like inverted claws.

There was a shop with a sign hanging in front of it. The words on the sign were crooked and it took him a while to make out that it was a clothing store.

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment, then pushed open the door and went inside.

The store is small, with ready-made clothes hanging on all four walls.

Red, green, blue, purple—a colorful array of colors covered the entire wall.

The clothes included long gowns, mandarin jackets, and several neatly folded silk robes with white piping around the necklines.

The clothes were hanging everywhere, but upon closer inspection, none of them were new.

The cuffs showed signs of wear, the collar had sweat stains, and there were dark brown spots remaining at the hem.

"Sir, would you like to buy some clothes?"

A person emerged from behind the counter.

He was not tall, wore a blue cloth long gown, and had a melon-shaped hat on his head.

The white powder on his face was more than three times thicker than that of the pedestrians on the street, making his entire face look like a taut sheet of white paper, with only two dark nostrils and a small, red mouth.

Two upward-sloping ink lines were drawn at the position of the eyebrows and eyes, but the real eyes were hidden under the ink lines, narrowed into two slits, through which a green light shone.

"Do you have any that fit?"

Chen Mo walked to a row of clothes racks and casually flipped through them.

Yes, yes.

The other person turned around, took a dark blue short jacket from the wall, and shook it.

Dust settled on the short jacket, drifting around in the dim light.

Chen Mo saw that the dust particles didn't stay after landing, but instead wriggled like insects and burrowed into the cracks between the floor tiles.

"This material is good and durable; it will last for ten or eight years without breaking."

The shopkeeper held up the short jacket in front of Chen Mo, tilting his head to look at his figure. "Sir, you have quite a large frame. This should fit you."

"This dress is the best one in our shop."

"The original owner was a scholar who wrote articles for thirty years and never told a lie in his life."

"His clothes, when worn, prevent sweating even in the hottest days of summer and do not freeze in the coldest days of winter."

"Where did the original owner go?"

"The original owner of this body has gone to the city lord's mansion to enjoy a life of luxury."

Chen Mo folded the clothes neatly and asked casually, "What's the price?"

The shop owner didn't speak, but slowly extended a finger and pointed to Chen Mo's chest. (Ze)

"Sir, our shop's rule is that you can exchange a piece of clothing for one item."

His voice was very low, "I see you have a full forehead, sir, so you must have a good heart."

Give me your heart, and this garment is yours.

"Fresh organs are a form of hard currency in Chang Le City. Hearts and livers are the most valuable, eyes are next, and fingers and toes are only worth change."

"Don't worry, it won't hurt to have your heart and liver removed."

The shop owner pulled a pair of scissors from under the counter.

The blade was rusted, and a few white hairs, as if they had been stuck on before, were still stuck in the folded part.

"I'm skilled. With one cut, I can make a small incision, about an inch long, and pull out the heart, liver, lungs, and other internal organs completely from the middle of the stomach."

"It won't damage the appearance, and the stitches will look good when it's sewn back on. Look at this dress of mine, the piping at the neckline was sewn from the belly of one of our customers last time, so clean and white."

He held the scissors between his fingertips and twirled them, the blades gleaming coldly in the light.

"If you're reluctant to take out all of it, you can take out half first."

"Many people in Chang Le City only gave half their hearts and livers, and they still eat and drink as usual. They just look a little pale and their bodies are a little cold when they sleep, but it's nothing serious."

"The city lord's birthday is in three days. If you don't have a decent set of clothes, you won't even get a chance to attend the banquet. You'll lose more than just your heart and soul."

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