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

Jiang Chaosheng thought to himself:

"It really was for Li Qinglian."

He continued reading.

He didn't feel the voyeuristic sensation of reading other people's letters, nor did he have that perverse interest.

However, the letter from the buyer might be conveying some special message to the manager.

"Brother Li, you were right after all. The flintlock pistol is too violent."

Those who have used it will all meet a terrible end.

My brother died, and his death was horrific.

I apologize, Brother Li, but I am seriously ill and have no choice but to use this treasure to prolong my life.

Although I have lived for over a hundred years thanks to the power of this treasure, I am about to die.

You gave me my life, and I owe you one, so I haven't wasted all these years using this gun.

I figured there must be a lot of people who would refuse to return the treasure, and I've been trying to find it for you all these years.

I know Brother Li is incredibly capable, and you don't need me to help you collect debts, but I still want to do something for you.

Jiang Chaosheng smiled to himself as he read this.

What do you mean by "Li Qinglian doesn't need you to collect debts"?

He desperately needs it.

Jiang Chaosheng continued reading.

"I didn't know until I checked, and I was shocked when I found out!"

I discovered that there is a secret organization in the Xia Kingdom that is also searching for forbidden items.

You have five treasures in their hands.

Although the old folks are all dead, their descendants are still guarding those treasures.

This organization was called the Way of Peace, and it was established by those old bastards of the Qing Dynasty.

I've learned that they have a peace plan that could potentially endanger the world.

Jiang Chaosheng remembered something, picked up the manager's notes, and looked through Li Qinglian's transaction records.

Number 2-08, the Great Zen Master's Rosary.

Trader: Hesheli Daigon.

.....

Number 4-19, Ghost Hair.

Trader: Fucha Alin.

...

Number 3-51, the terrifying suona.

Trader: Yehenara Shangci.

...

Number 3-52, Soul-Capturing Bell.

Trader: Usu Amin

...

Number 2-33, Swords of the Knights of the Round Table.

Trader: Shumulu Qing'a.

...

The timing of these transactions was relatively close.

And they didn't expend any soul power; they just took the items with some insignificant things.

Jiang Chaosheng murmured:

"They were all nobles from the Qing Dynasty."

A picture immediately popped into Jiang Chaosheng's mind.

They discovered Antique Shop Zero, and the five nobles came to trade forbidden items.

These people never intended to pay back.

Given Li Qinglian's personality, it's normal for her not to accept the power of the soul.

After all, this old Confucian scholar valued the imperial court above all else and regarded the nobles as gods.

He might even bow and scrape to them at the Zero Antique Shop.

Just as Jiang Chaosheng was about to put down the manager's notes, he suddenly noticed a line of small writing on the back of the papers containing the transaction details.

He looked closely; it was a sentence from Li Qinglian:

Adults, you must save the Xia Kingdom!

Jiang Chaosheng frowned imperceptibly.

He didn't know what to say, but he thought to himself: This old scholar!

Jiang Chaosheng put down the manager's notes and continued reading the letter.

"Brother Li, they've found me. I probably won't survive."

I'll have that idiot return the flintlock pistol to you.

I have another favor to ask. Could you, for the sake of our friendship, give this simpleton some kind of treasure?

If this foolish child didn't have the help of a treasure, he would probably have a very difficult life.

If all else fails, have him change it.

Replace his arm, replace his leg, anything is fine.

Just don't take his life.

Brother Li, this letter was written in haste, and I cannot say everything I want to say. Take care!

Jiang Chaosheng put down the letter, looked at Zhongshu, and asked:

Did he say anything else to you when he wrote you this letter?

Zhongshu shook his head.

He meant that the old gentleman said the antique shop owner would give him a gift.

But I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Jiang Chaosheng said:

He asked me to give you something.

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My things are all very expensive; I've never given them away for free.

Zhongshu was somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Chaosheng changed the subject:

"This letter is very useful to me. Out of respect for him, I'll charge you less in the exchange."

Zhongshu scratched his head and smiled.

What he gave me must be a treasure, right?

This will protect the people in the carriage.

Jiang Chaosheng said:

"How about a one-year lifespan?"

Zhongshu was stunned.

Can lifespan be traded?

Zhongshu replied without hesitation:

"good!"

Jiang Chaosheng said:

"But you'll need to make the transaction at my antique shop. However, I can give you temporary access now."

The sea train is very dangerous. If Zhongshu didn't have any forbidden items for self-defense, he would probably die here.

People like him are like pandas; Jiang Chaosheng wasn't too keen on him dying like that.

Jiang Chaosheng continued:

"You need to return my belongings after you leave the train."

A train over the sea is a taboo subject.

If Zhongshu leaves the sea train and the forbidden object in his hands is not returned to him, the curse on him may deepen.

Zhongshu nodded solemnly:

"it is good."

Jiang Chaosheng brought many forbidden items with him this time.

Who told him he couldn't use magic and relied entirely on forbidden items to fight?

Jiang Chaosheng pulled a watch out of his pocket.

This watch has a peculiar design, with two identical dials, only differing in color.

One is pure white and flawless, the other is as black as ink.

Item No. 3-17, Twin Dials.

Jiang Chaosheng handed it to Zhongshu:

"Use this watch first, and bring the flintlock pistol."

After saying that, Jiang Chaosheng ignored Zhongshu and looked at the scenery outside.

The car had already entered the sea, and with the light rain outside, it had a unique charm.

Zhongshu picked up his watch, kept saying thank you, and left.

......

Zhongshu walked back to the private room he had originally reserved.

He rushed back to the hard-seat carriage and rescued Baitasha from the male actor.

However, the male actor has a flintlock pistol, so I need to figure out how to defeat him before I can do so.

Zhongshu rubbed the watch face, muttering:

"May the Supreme Lord Laozi command this urgently! Amitabha! Amen!"

No matter what, the dial didn't respond.

Zhongshu slumped down, placing his watch on his laptop.

The computer screen lit up, and he opened his novel-writing software.

Zhongshu murmured:

"I'm so excited, I should ask the boss how to use this thing."

At that moment, he noticed something strange.

The novel in the notebook suddenly appeared in the first chapter.

Then, at an extremely fast pace, I scrolled from the first chapter to the last.

Zhongshu was stunned.

Could a ghost resembling a train conductor appear?

Generally speaking, only ghost stories have this kind of plot.

The dial showed unusual movement.

The white dial started timing, and the time was very accurate, exactly the standard time of the Xia Kingdom's capital.

The hour, minute, and second hands on the black dial spun rapidly, as if adjusting the time.

Half a minute later, the time on the black dial synchronized with the time on the white dial.

A black light burst forth from the black dial, plunging the entire room into darkness.

Gradually, the darkness in the room coalesced into the shape of a person.

The man looked to be in his thirties.

There are stories hidden in those sharp eyes.

The scar on his face made his chiseled features appear even more resolute.

He is fit but not overweight.

He was wearing a black jacket and black pants.

Wearing haute couture, he looks like a thug in a suit!

A weathered air, sharp eyes, a dangerous presence... a 100% killer!

Zhongshu's eyes gradually widened.

He knows this image all too well!

Zhongshu said in disbelief:

"You, Li Xinyuan?!"

Li Xinyuan, the protagonist of his novel!