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

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Near the sea train.

Jiang Chaosheng patted Daji's shoulder.

Daji turned her head in confusion:

"My husband..."

Jiang Chaosheng straightened Daji's back and stuffed the compass in his hand into her arms:

"Take this back to Zero Antique Shop."

Daji shook her head repeatedly:

"My lord, the Little Dragon King is about to be defeated. He can only hold on for a quarter of an hour at most."

If I leave, who will bring you rain?

Jiang Chaosheng pointed to the dark, heavy clouds in the sky:

It's raining now.

Daji frowned and said:

"But what if the clouds disperse?"

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at her:

"Then hurry back and pick me up."

Daji wanted to say something more.

Jiang Chaosheng said impatiently:

"obedient."

Daji's pretty face immediately turned red.

My husband... is as domineering as ever.

Daji gripped the compass tightly:

"Okay, husband, be careful."

Jiang Chaosheng put the dragon pearl back in his mouth, stepped on the giant waves, and soared into the sky:

"Old Dragon, let's go back to the Dragon Balls, I'll deal with it!"

We really can't keep fighting the Jinghe Dragon King.

If the fighting continues like this, the Dragon King of the Jing River will be annihilated.

I will lose such a useful combatant.

The Jinghe Dragon King didn't mince words. After listening to Jiang Chaosheng's words, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and floated into the dragon pearl in Jiang Chaosheng's mouth.

Jiang Chaosheng took a deep breath and threw out a triple Rashomon effect into his arms.

The triple Rashomon suddenly grew to enormous size in mid-air!

The gates of the underworld, the gates of the Yellow Springs Kingdom, and the gates of the Avici Hell crashed directly next to the sea coachman, forming a pyramid shape and blocking his movement.

The coachman on the sea glared at Jiang Chaosheng through the gaps in his eyes, shouting incessantly.

Jiang Chaosheng pulled out his flintlock pistol and began firing bullets into the gap.

Blood mist erupted from the coachman's body, quickly staining the sea crimson.

The coachmen at sea kept shouting and yelling.

......

The passengers in the carriage covered their ears tightly.

Many people have fainted due to the shouts of the sea coachmen, and some have even bled from all seven orifices.

Zhongshu disregarded his own safety and quickly covered Baitasha's ears.

He likes Baitasha.

She's a very innocent girl, unlike anyone I've met before.

This is also... the girl who has had the most contact with him, this innocent young man.

Although she's still young, ... let's wait until she turns eighteen!

If they don't like you... then just be good friends.

Baitasha looked at Zhongshu with a blank expression:

"Everyone, what's wrong?"

Despite the pain from the roars, Zhongshu asked with difficulty:

"Don't you find it noisy?"

Although Bai Tasha didn't know what had happened, she still reached out and covered Zhongshu's ears, smiling sweetly:

"I'm not afraid of noise, you don't need to cover me up."

Baitasha has been on the sea train for a month, a month consumed by fear and despair.

Zhongshu was like a ray of light, dispelling all the darkness.

It's not just because Chung-shu has the ability to fight off the train conductor, but also because Chung-shu himself is a warm and comforting ray of sunshine.

Zhongshu stared at Baitasha in astonishment.

Aren't you afraid of noise?

Is this just simple noise?

Why isn't she afraid of that voice...?

Zhongshu suddenly thought of something, and a chill ran down his spine, his hair standing on end!

Li Xinyuan had already woken up, but he had used up too much of his "true energy" and was resting in bed.

He glanced at Zhongshu and muttered something to himself:

"How come it only just happened? I haven't gotten off the train in a month, I must have starved to death."

......

The more the coachman was beaten, the fiercer he became.

It is the master that controls this sea train.

The train conductors on the sea train were all living souls.

In other words, the Sea Coachman also possesses the attribute of a living soul that is difficult to destroy.

Wounds, pain, and blood will only fuel its ferocity.

"roar!"

The thousand tentacles of the sea coachman began to push against the triple Rashomon-like structure pressing down on him.

Jiang Chaosheng narrowed his eyes.

He saw the triple Rashomon gates being pushed open!

Jiang Chaosheng murmured:

"This monster is really fierce."

Jiang Chaosheng remained unfazed and continued firing bullets at the coachman at sea.

His task was not to fight the Sea Coachman for seven days and seven nights; his task was to suppress the Sea Coachman and wait for Daji to send the compass into the Zero Antique Shop for purification.

.......

The Western Sea, a certain sea area.

The eight-foot-tall bride held the red-robed boy in one hand and the black-haired centipede in the other.

The woman at the head of the centipede is submerged in the sea, being dragged along by the eight-foot-tall bride like a dead dog, leaving ripples on the water.

"Don't go!"

At this moment, half of Yang Xiao's body was submerged in the sea, with his two shadowy ghost hands desperately supporting the surface of the water.

In the seawater, dozens of ghostly hands behind Yang Xiao each grabbed an unconscious cleaner to prevent them from sinking into the deep sea.

The eight-foot-tall bride ignored Yang Xiao and walked away step by step.

Yang Xiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he bit his tongue hard, instantly becoming much more energetic.

Two shadowy ghost hands emerged from her back, transforming into ghostly claws, and attacked the eight-foot-tall bride!

Black, sinister energy rose from the feet of the eight-foot-tall bride, instantly tearing the two shadowy ghost hands to shreds.

Two dark figures were seen struggling painfully on the sea surface before quickly disappearing into the distance.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He's incredibly strong, ridiculously strong!

Who exactly is she?!

"ah!!"

Yang Xiao watched the eight-foot-tall bride grow ever more distant until she disappeared into the mist, and let out a roar of resentment.

......

A small island in the Western Sea.

A handsome young man with delicate features, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a traditional Chinese suit, exuding a scholarly air, stood there holding an umbrella.

Refined and handsome, with a perpetually warm smile on his face, he seemed like an easygoing and charming young master.

The umbrella is pale yellow with bright red pear blossom patterns on it, and a string of wind chimes hangs from the handle.

"Ding-a-ling~"

When the sea breeze blows, the wind chimes make a crisp sound.

Fog rose over the sea, and the figure of the eight-foot-tall bride gradually became clearer.

"Brother! Brother!"

The boy in the red robe saw the boy in the Tang suit and called out from afar.

The eight-foot-tall bride casually tossed the red-robed boy and the black-haired centipede onto the ground.

The boy in the Tang suit ignored his younger brother and instead looked tenderly at the eight-foot-tall bride:

"My wife, you've worked hard."

The eight-foot-tall bride blushed under her veil and stood behind the young man in Tang suit, looking respectful and gentle.

"Brother! Brother!"

The boy in the red robe crawled on the ground, moving towards the boy in the Tang suit.

Tang suit boy:

"What did you call me?"

The young man in the red robe was taken aback.

"Brother..."

The young man in the Tang suit shook his head and sighed:

"The Lower Five Banners are just that, the Lower Five Banners. They don't understand any rules at all. The Qing Dynasty was ruined by people like you."

The boy in the red robe looked at him in disbelief, muttering:

"We are brothers..."

They clearly have a very good relationship.

It was his idea to go to the South China Sea to find the owner of the Zero Antique Shop.

The young man in the Tang suit maintained his smile, but his voice gradually turned cold:

"You were born out of wedlock, and your mother is Han Chinese. The Empress Dowager, mindful of your bloodline, bestows upon you Wusu beer."

The red-robed youth trembled.

"Is Your Highness angry that I lost three forbidden items?"

The young man in Tang suit said:

"It's not really lost; this was originally a great gift I gave to that person."

The young man in the red robe was taken aback.

A grand gift for...that person?

What does that mean?

Wasn't it you who secretly encouraged me to go to the South China Sea to cause trouble for that person?

Could it be...?

The boy in the red robe looked up, staring incredulously at the boy in the Tang suit:

"Your Highness..."

The young man in the Tang suit pushed up his glasses, gazed at the other side of the sea, and a smile curved his lips:

"You've done a good job."

That person in charge will directly influence the Taiping Plan.

I've seen his true strength through you bunch of good-for-nothings.

With the Dragon King and a fox demon by his side, he can stand up to the sea coachman.

Wow, that's impressive.

Next, the strategy against him needs to be changed.

The red-robed youth opened his mouth in astonishment:

"Are you, or are we, the stones used to test the waters?"

"Just for this? You made me lose three of my companions?"

The boy in the Tang suit shook his head:

"Of course not."

The boy in the Tang suit stared at the Buddhist prayer beads on his younger brother's wrist, a glint of greed in his eyes.

"Forbidden things are useless in your hands, but they can only be of value in my hands."

The red-robed youth's expression turned fearful:

"You, you, you want to kill me?"

No, if Her Majesty finds out, she won't let you off!

The boy in Tang suit pouted:

"I'm afraid of her?"

After saying that, the plum blossom yellow umbrella made a strange sound, like the dry and ominous sound of a corpse grinding its teeth.

Immediately afterwards, black smoke billowed from the yellow plum blossom umbrella.

Within the black smoke, some ghosts could be seen struggling.

Forbidden number 2-04, Heavenly King Soul-Suppressing Umbrella!

This is a forbidden object that has not yet been contained. The Eight-Foot Bride is a derivative ghost of the Soul-Suppressing Heavenly King Umbrella. Although its combat power is not as good as the Sea Coachman, it is almost the same as the Onmyoji Seimei, or even stronger.

The moment the Heavenly King's Soul-Suppressing Umbrella was activated, the red-robed youth struggled to climb into the sea, like a frightened, crippled wild dog.

Unfortunately, the Soul-Suppressing Heavenly King Umbrella didn't give him that chance.

The red-robed youth was frozen in place, his face contorted in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the soul was extracted and absorbed into the Heavenly King's Soul-Suppressing Umbrella.

Next up is a woman whose hair transforms into a centipede-like ghost.

The woman let out a muffled groan before her soul was taken away.

The young man in the red robe closed the umbrella.

You can faintly see a slight pulsation on the umbrella; that's a new soul struggling inside.

The boy in Tang suit murmured:

"No rush, it won't hurt after it's refined."

The boy in the Tang suit squatted down and plucked a hair from the woman's head.

The hair was writhing like worms.

The boy in the Tang suit placed it on his head, and only then did it settle down.

He then took the Zen master's prayer beads from the red-robed youth's wrist.

The young man in the Tang suit toyed with the Zen master's prayer beads, staring at them with a hint of respect in his eyes.

"How could you, a piece of trash, possess the Great Zen Master's prayer beads?"

The young man in the Tang suit solemnly wore it on his hand.

suddenly!

Unexpected changes occurred!

A dense darkness erupted from the rosary!

The Zen master's prayer beads transformed into a black, ghostly hand, reaching for the throat of the boy in the Tang suit!

The boy in the Tang suit's pupils contracted sharply.

This is not a Zen master's rosary!

You've been tricked!

At that moment, a hand with red nail polish appeared before the boy in the Tang suit, tightly gripping the ghostly hand that was about to crush his neck, preventing it from getting any closer.

The eight-foot-tall bride snorted coldly and exerted force in her hand.

The Shadow Ghost Hand, held by the eight-foot-tall bride, split in two and fell to the ground, writhing and struggling like an earthworm cut in two.

One segment of the shadow transformed into Yang Xiao's sickly face, his eyes fixed on the boy in the Tang suit, as he sneered:

I remember what you look like.

Cold sweat poured down the forehead of the boy in the Tang suit, and his face was as pale as a corpse.

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