Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

On the train, in a soft sleeper double room, Zhongshu was writing on a small table.

He has savings; otherwise, he wouldn't have the money to stay in a double sleeper berth.

This trip cost nearly ten thousand yuan.

Zhongshu is a long-term contract screenwriter for the production team, and he receives a salary and additional royalties.

In addition, he also writes novels online, yes, web novels.

Although both stage plays and online novels are forms of written literature, they are completely different in nature.

The text of a play is somewhat like a published book, and it is the most particular about the writing style.

The dialogues between the characters are like prose poems.

As for online novels, writing style is secondary, and even grammar can be inaccurate; what matters is the exciting moments and the plot.

Commonly known as a "feel-good" novel.

"Refreshing" novels can be further divided into logically-driven refreshing novels and mindless refreshing novels.

Zhong Shu writes mindless, enjoyable novels.

Although he didn't earn much money, just enough for a minimum monthly allowance, he was happy writing.

Many of life's frustrations can be vented in writing.

The protagonist in his novel is named Li Xinyuan.

He is a young leader of an underground force, similar to a mafia boss who is many times stronger.

An absolute god-level tycoon, an absolute peak in combat power, and an absolute ruthless tycoon.

One cough from him and the whole city catches a cold; the mayor rushes to deliver cold medicine overnight, fearing he might go on a killing spree.

It's hard to imagine that such a kind-hearted, even weak, artistic young man would fantasize about himself like this in a book.

Zhong wrote until his palms were sweating, feeling so good that his soul seemed to ascend to heaven, and finally stopped typing.

I took off my headphones, looked at the beautiful scenery outside, and stretched comfortably.

"I'll die... I'll die..."

A soft, sweet voice came intermittently from the opposite bed.

Zhongshu then noticed that on the opposite bed, there was a girl with her head covered by the blanket.

The blanket was shaking incessantly, as if the person inside was experiencing something terrifying.

Zhongshu thought for a moment, then walked over and gently nudged the person under the covers:

"Hello... are you sick...?"

As if on impulse, the person under the covers suddenly threw off the covers and sat up abruptly.

Zhongshu was startled:

"Yes, I'm sorry."

The girl didn't speak, but just trembled and looked at him with fear.

Zhongshu quietly sized up the girl.

This is a mixed-race person with blond hair, possibly of Erros descent.

She was wearing a white dress, had big, beautiful eyes, and her hair was a little messy.

Like a Disney princess who has escaped.

Zhongshu's heart skipped a beat, and he took a bottle of orange juice out of his bag and handed it to him.

"Are you alright?"

The girl's eyes lit up the moment she saw the orange juice. She practically snatched it and gulped it down.

He finished the entire bottle of orange juice in one go, then licked his lips with a lingering sense of satisfaction.

Zhongshu then realized something was wrong.

Liancheng is the starting station of this train.

In other words, the girl opposite you is definitely not that thirsty.

What's even stranger is that the girl gave him the feeling that she had been asleep in the carriage for a long time.

'Gurgle...'

Zhongshu heard the rumbling in the girl's stomach.

He took bread out of his backpack and handed it to the girl.

The girl tore into the food, wolfing it down, and then looked at Zhongshu in front of her.

As if sensing Zhongshu's goodwill, and as if confirming that Zhongshu was not some kind of monster, she finally spoke her first words.

"Where are we?

Zhongshu felt baffled:

"Just departed."

The girl grabbed Zhongshu's hand frantically and shouted:

"Where am I?!"

Zhongshu swallowed hard.

"Lotus City".

The girl suddenly lost all her strength, collapsing onto the bed, her eyes lifeless.

"It's over, it's over, we've reached Liancheng, we're doomed."

Zhongshu took out his phone, ready to dial the police.

This girl is clearly not normal!

However, the phone had no signal.

Zhongshu asked:

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"Who are you? What happened to you? Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

The girl gave a bitter smile and began to recount her ordeal:

"My name is Natasha..."

She is of mixed race, and her name is Batasha.

My father was from the Xia Kingdom, and my mother was from the Erluo Kingdom.

Later, an accident took the lives of his parents.

The Xia Kingdom's security officer said that her father had made certain contributions to the Xia Kingdom, so he would try his best to meet her material needs.

Although she grew up in Xia Country, she chose to study in Erluos after her parents passed away.

The Xia Kingdom was too heartbreaking for her.

A month ago, she took a vacation and went back to Xia Guo to see her old house.

She chose to take the train, and has been on this train for a month now without getting off.

......

Zhongshu, halfway through the conversation, couldn't help but ask:

"Wait, you mean you sat there for a month?"

Just then, a knock sounded on the door:

"Hello, food delivery."

Baitasha's expression turned terrified, and she shook her head repeatedly at Zhongshu.

Zhongshu was skeptical of what Baitasha said.

The appearance of Baitasha is indeed somewhat abnormal.

She doesn't seem crazy, because she has excellent logical thinking.

The knocking continued, as if it wouldn't stop until someone came out to collect the food.

Zhongshu decided to verify Baitasha's words and got up to open the door.

The train attendant took a steak from the dining car and handed it to Zhongshu.

Zhongshu was stunned for a moment.

I've never seen steak served on a train before.

he asks:

"How much."

The train attendant wore a professional smile.

"It's free."

The train conductor then saw Bai Tasha on the berth, his expression stiffening, and his smile growing increasingly eerie:

"You'll be getting off at the next stop."

Baitasha's face turned deathly pale.

Zhongshu was afraid that Baitasha would be frightened, and he also felt that the train conductor was not quite right.

He quickly said "thank you" and closed the door.

Zhongshu placed the steak on the table and examined it carefully.

The meat has a strong aroma, and it looks so delicious that you'd want to eat it in one bite.

Aside from the slightly odd fact that the steak was free, nothing else seemed amiss.

Zhongshu took his fork and gently touched the steak.

Baitasha screamed:

"Don't eat it!"

Zhong Shudao:

"I won't eat it."

Seeing that Baitasha looked terrified, he said mysteriously to comfort her:

"Don't worry, I have a gun. We're not afraid of anyone."

To prove his point, Zhongshu took out an antique flintlock gun from his suitcase.

He slammed the flintlock pistol on the table:

"Look, I really do have a gun. If the train conductor dares to touch you..."

He was halfway through his sentence when Zhongshu saw something unbelievable, and his eyes slowly widened.

The antique flintlock musket touched the plate of steak, and after the steak emitted a strange white mist, it underwent a change.

It wasn't steak at all, but a plate of rotten fish and shrimp!

Hidden among that pile of rotten fish and shrimp were human fingers!

Baitasha trembled all over:

"No wonder they get sick after eating it, no wonder..."

Baitasha looked up at Zhongshu, her eyes shining:

"You're an exorcist? You're here to save us, right?"

Zhongshu sat on the bed in a daze, still unable to recover.

......

The interior of this train is decorated in a retro style, reminiscent of the Middle Ages.

The hard seat is a wooden chair with a cushion on top.

The more upscale rooms are six-person rooms.

Just like the old green trains we see today, with three berths on each side: upper, middle, and lower.

It was a bit more upscale than the current green trains, as it had wooden doors and a toilet.

The five people who were tracking Zhongshu were in the six-person room at that moment.

The room was cramped, and the twin strong men, the woman with her hair in a bun, and the old man with a long braid were all in the shop.

The young man in the red robe, seated in a wheelchair, gazed at the scenery along the way and slowly began to speak:

Something's not right.