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

Nanhai City is very large; driving from the southern suburbs to the northern suburbs spans the entire city.

Normally, it takes a passenger bus two and a half hours to travel on the highway.

But Jiang Chaosheng, who was driving the old car of the wronged souls, only took more than twenty minutes.

This is not the limit for the vengeful spirits' vintage car.

Any forbidden item should not be used excessively, otherwise it may cause the original malevolent nature of the forbidden item to resurface.

Even so, Jiang Chaosheng, who can use all sorts of forbidden items, is still free to roam the world at will.

Of course, this is on the premise that the curse on the body is lifted.

The old car carrying the wronged spirit was parked outside a courtyard house in the northern suburbs.

This looks like a retirement home built by some nouveau riche in this suburb.

There was no one around for miles, it was very quiet.

Everywhere you look is green; the scenery is indeed beautiful.

However, in the dead of night, the courtyard with its open gate was deserted.

White paper money was scattered in the center of the courtyard, and if you looked further ahead, you could see a coffin placed in the main room.

The young man, dressed in mourning clothes, sat beside the coffin, his eyes filled with melancholy.

There were no relatives to observe mourning, nor any friends to keep him company overnight; he was all alone, his figure frail and solitary.

His name is Yang Xiao, the only son of Yang Yaozu.

Yang Yaozu's ancestral home is in Nanhai, but he himself is based in Liancheng.

This man is considered a prominent figure in Liancheng.

He was a powerful figure in the underground world of Liancheng, known as "Ghost Lord" by both the legitimate and criminal elements of Liancheng.

Ghost Master didn't mean that this person was as sinister and vicious as a ghost, but rather that this person was very strange.

Back then, he was just a small-time hoodlum who hung out with a minor underground boss.

He has no brilliant mind, no exaggerated skills, and no background.

Yet this very person managed to become the leader of the White Dragon Society.

Because whenever he faced a life-or-death situation or reached a bottleneck, his enemies would die mysteriously.

Some were hit by cars, some fell from buildings, some suffered cardiac arrest, and some even drowned while taking a shower.

The sheriff suspected he had killed the victim, but after a long investigation, he found that the victim had an alibi.

After reviewing the surveillance footage, the images clearly indicate that it had nothing to do with Ghost Master.

And that's how Ghost Master's reputation was established.

Some say the Ghost Lord possesses sorcery, others say he casts curses; in any case, you should never offend him.

A week ago, Ghost died in his sleep.

Rivals swallowed up the White Dragon Society's territory, enemies kicked them while they were down, even Ghost Master's friends avoided him, and even relatives didn't come to offer condolences.

In just one week, Yang Xiao saw through the coldness of human relationships. He used his remaining savings to buy a van and transported his father's coffin back to their old house in Nanhai.

His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. He stood alone, holding the portrait of the deceased, lost in thought in the chilly autumn wind.

Suddenly, car lights appeared at the entrance.

Yang Xiao looked up, and a light gradually appeared in his blank eyes.

These weren't passing vehicles; they came specifically for this purpose.

Yang Xiao has already distributed all his wealth, satisfying the appetites of his enemies and competitors.

So it can't be an enemy coming to bring bad luck.

Those are the people who came to offer their condolences.

Yang Xiao straightened his back, sat upright, and waited for the guests to offer incense and for the filial son to return the favor.

Gradually, he could see who it was.

Two people, a man and a woman.

The man was wearing a black suit; the brand looked quite old and it was quite valuable, enough to be a collector's item.

The woman was beautiful, wearing a black coat and black stockings, standing behind the man, holding a black umbrella for him.

Leather shoes and high heels made a "tap-tap" sound on the bluestone ground.

......

Jin Meiting followed behind Jiang Chaosheng, her eyes secretly observing him.

She wanted to see how this mysterious being would recover lost forbidden items.

Should we ask for it directly, or demonstrate some supernatural power to make the other party hand it over voluntarily?

Jiang Chaosheng paused in front of the mourning hall, looked up at the young man whose haggard face was full of expectation, and then glanced at the three incense sticks on the incense burner.

According to the tradition of the South China Sea, there must be three incense sticks in front of the mourning hall, otherwise the deceased will not rest in peace.

The more incense offered by mourners, the more dignified the deceased appears.

Jiang Chaosheng turned around, took out three incense sticks from the incense holder, and lit them on the white candle.

He walked gently to the front of the mourning hall, bowed slightly, and placed three incense sticks in the incense burner.

He was the only one to offer condolences.

This person is cold and unapproachable, but always manages to do things that make people feel warm.

Yang Xiao quickly stood up and bowed in return.

He stepped out of the mourning hall, a weary smile on his face:

"Is the guest a friend of your father?"

Yang Xiao is not good-looking.

His thin face had several scars.

His voice was high-pitched, like a circus clown deliberately trying to attract attention.

Jiang Chaosheng replied:

I guess so.

Yang Xiao then asked:

"Where did the guests come from?"

Jiang Chaosheng said:

"South China Sea."

Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized something.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Did my father borrow anything from you before he passed away?"

Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Yes."

Yang Xiao understood completely, and he said:

"My father has something for you, please wait a moment."

Yang Xiao quickly walked to the chair he had been sitting in, picked up a black wooden box, and respectfully handed it to Jiang Chaosheng:

"My father said that thanks to this thing, he didn't die a violent death in the street and was able to make a living."

Jiang Chaosheng took a deep look at the portrait of the deceased beside the mourning hall.

This person was smart enough, and his son was smart too, so they didn't get themselves into trouble.

Jiang Chaosheng opened the black box, inside which was a small figure made of straw.

[Item No. 5-20, a black magic doll.]

(Provide this forbidden object with the user's blood, and it will begin to kill according to the user's instructions.)

Jiang Chaosheng handed the black box to Jin Meiting, who was standing next to him.

Jin Meiting quickly took it and carefully put it back into her backpack.

Having achieved his goal, Jiang Chaosheng turned to leave.

Yang Xiao then spoke up:

"My father said that if he ever sees you, please tell you that he has lived a very carefree life."

Jiang Chaosheng stopped in his tracks.

This wasn't said to himself, but to the previous manager.

The previous owner could no longer withstand the pressure and curse of Shop Zero and transferred the shop to me.

However, Jiang Chaosheng had read the manager's notes when he arrived and knew the details of Yang Yaozu's transactions.

Yang Yaozu exchanged benevolence and morality for the "black magic doll".

Jiang Chaosheng thought it was outrageous.

What was the previous manager thinking?

What use are benevolence, righteousness, and morality?

It's not as practical as the power of the soul.

No wonder he couldn't handle the pressure.

With his method of trading, it would be difficult to provide the forbidden sculptures in the basement with spiritual power every month.

Is it really cool to have the ability to slaughter living beings at will, without benevolence and morality?

Hmm... Thinking about it carefully, it really is cool, even awesome.

*Thump!*

The sound of someone kneeling came from behind.

Jiang Chaosheng turned around and looked at Yang Xiao, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to him, with a puzzled expression.

Yang Xiao slammed his head hard against the bluestone slab again, the bloodstains resembling plum blossoms, which were scattered by the rain.

He raised his bloodshot eyes, his face streaked with what looked like rain or tears:

"May I make a deal with you, sir?"

Jiang Chaosheng's eyes narrowed dangerously:

"Your father doesn't follow the rules."

Jin Meiting suddenly became nervous.

What's causing this shivering feeling?

Could it be the legendary murderous aura?

Jiang Chaosheng's anger is terrifying, dangerous, and... captivating.

Jin Meiting glanced at Jiang Chaosheng secretly, her pretty face slightly flushed.

She felt she had some strange fetish...

It's not that they haven't been developed, it's that they haven't met a man like that...

Can I... call him master?

Jin Meiting secretly clenched her thighs together.