My staff is inhuman

Chapter 12 Injustice

On the bed, Zhang Yi hugged the account book and began to carefully select the items that could be exchanged.

With a total turnover of 600, there are not a few things that can be exchanged.

But just to be on the safe side, Zhang Yi still brought Dai Moli over, even if it was just for reference.

"What do you think, how does this talisman hit you?"

Zhang Yi pointed to the golden light symbol on the catalogue.

100 turnover, can cause strong damage to the ghost, and at the same time can make the ghost stiff for five seconds.

"You think you are very humorous?" Dai Moli put down her phone and asked back.

"For reference." Zhang Yi held his chin with one hand, "After all, you are the only ghost by my side."

"Did you ever tease wild dogs when you were a child?"

"No?"

"Ever beat a goose?"

"nor."

"Ever kicked a beehive?"

"It's the same as being a human being. Your life is more exciting than mine."

"If you had done this, you wouldn't ask me this question." Dai Moli told Zhang Yi the story of plucking a goose feather when she was a child.

"I just pulled one of its feathers, and it chased me for two streets, and even tore my clothes." Dai Moli leaned back, propping up the bed with her hands, remembering that unbearable memory, and she said to herself Laughing, he tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yi.

"You'd better make sure that this talisman can kill me at once, otherwise your end will be miserable!"

Seeing Dai Moli's serious expression, Zhang Yi silently ended the topic, and focused more on those life-saving items.

Finally, Zhang Yi, who stayed up all night, carefully selected four items. In addition to the [Golden Light Talisman] just now, the other three items are [Spirited Fire Talisman], [Change Talisman], and [Heart Talisman].

【Fine Fire Talisman】: Stimulate one's own energy, summon a fire spell, and cause great damage to evil spirits. The more perfect one's own energy is, the higher the fire damage will be.

[Change Talisman]: Stick it on the body, in the eyes of evil spirits, it can be transformed into any object, but the disadvantage is that it cannot be moved, and it will be invalid when it is moved.

[Heart Charm]: After suffering a fatal attack from an evil spirit, it will be activated immediately to help the wearer resist the attack of the evil spirit.

The four props were the choices Zhang Yi made after careful consideration after Dai Moli's opinion.

When encountering danger in this way, not only can I have the ability to fight back, but also have a good ability to escape. At least if I use it properly, keeping it secret is not a problem.

It's a pity that he has limited funds, so he can't test whether these things work on Dai Moli.

After confirming the exchange, four talismans appeared in the account book.

Apricot yellow paper, cinnabar symbols.

Dragons and phoenixes danced on each talisman, and Zhang Yi couldn't understand what was written on it.

After putting away the things, Zhang Yi looked at the time. It was already 4:[-] in the night. He immediately got up from the bed to wash, drew the curtains, put the account book aside, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Ever since he met Dai Moli, Zhang Yi felt that sleeping is also a joy of being a living person, so now he cherishes the quality of his sleep very much.

With these life-saving props, Zhang Yi slept soundly this time.

When I woke up, it was almost dusk outside.

Zhang Yi rubbed his eyes and went downstairs to have a look. The business was good. Uncle Zeng and Dai Moli were both busy.

Uncle Zeng glanced at Zhang Yi: "I'm awake."

"Ah."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

I saw Dai Moli standing next to the massage table, holding ice beads full of ice beads from the washbasin with both hands, and sprinkled them along the foreheads of the guests.

However, the mung bean-sized ice beads don't hurt at all when they hit the face. Instead, they have a very delicate friction feeling, which is very cool and comfortable.

After trying it, there is a very refreshing and tight feeling on the cheeks.

In front of Mr. Zeng and the guests, Dai Moli naturally couldn't use the ability to condense water into ice.

But Dai Moli used her own abilities early on to make all the ice beads, ice flakes, and ice nail sets that needed to be used, and put them in the refrigerator to freeze.

It can be used when needed, and there is no need to worry about being noticed that something is wrong.

These things look simple, but not everyone can imitate.

Especially those mung bean-sized ice beads, which must be lighter than mung beans, not easy to melt, and not let them stick together. Without Dai Jasmine's ability, it would be difficult for normal people to imitate them.

It is precisely because of this unique technique that many people are curious to try it after seeing it.

Zhang Yi considered whether to use Dai Moli's technique as the signature of their massage shop.

But before that, the facade of the massage parlor should also be repaired. After all, the pink glass door looks a little twisted no matter how you look at it.

Also, the decoration and facilities in this store are too old.

"Let's be here today."

After Uncle Zeng finished the massage for the guests, he walked to the door and put up a sign saying he was closed.

"So early?"

"Aren't you still going to the theater? It's almost time after dinner."

Zhang Yi looked at the time, only to realize that it was almost six o'clock in the evening.

"Since it's so early, Uncle Zeng, you can go together."

"No, I'm getting old, I don't have enough energy, and I'm not used to listening to this."

"Let's just join in the fun. It's free. I'll pay for the melon seed tea. It's our team building."

Zhang Yi remembered what he thought of last night, so he pestered him to take Uncle Zeng with him.

Zhang Yi did not forget to wink at Dai Moli.

After receiving Zhang Yi's wink, Dai Moli immediately came up to pestering Uncle Zeng: "Uncle Zeng, just go, I don't understand singing, let me go with him, it's better to earn more money at home Really."

"No, no, I... I..."

Uncle Zeng waved his hand to refuse, when the phone in his hand vibrated and a voice message was sent.

"Look, someone has an appointment, isn't it starting to urge me, next time, next time."

"Really, Uncle Zeng, who is it? It can't be a date with a beautiful woman." Dai Moli leaned forward to take a look.

Uncle Zeng hurriedly hid his hands behind his back: "It's just ordinary friends, friends."

Unexpectedly, the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole were behind, Zhang Yi looked at the mobile phone handed to him, and lightly poked his finger on the screen.

"Damn ghost, you can come early. If you are late, the children will be off work."

The three of them stared at each other, and the atmosphere became awkward.

"Cough, don't get me wrong, you asked me to play mahjong."

Uncle Zeng coughed lightly and hurriedly explained.

Zhang Yi and Dai Moli nodded solemnly, pretending to have suddenly realized.

"Don't talk about it, I'll go right away, if there's one missing out of three, someone else will take up the seat if it's too late."

After Uncle Zeng finished speaking, he took the thermos in his hand and walked out.

"jingle!"

After Uncle Zeng left, Zhang Yi and Dai Moli looked at each other.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

It was still early, so Zhang Yi lit a joss stick for Dai Moli, and after changing into the clothes he just washed yesterday, Zhang Yi put Dai Moli in the newly bought thermos.

Then I went outside, found a noodle restaurant, ordered a side dish, a beef, and a big bowl of noodles, and set off on the road when I was full.

City L is an ancient city. In the past two years, the tourism industry has boomed. Many young people have changed into Tang suits and Hanfu, and they have also become interested in opera.

The plaque of the Lyceum Grand Theater is hung on the gate of the theater, and there are two couplets on the doorpost beside it.

The first couplet: The beauty of the future is on the brows, see the fragrance of emerald green and warm pearls, and revisit Shanbu.

The second couplet: [-] spring flowers are like a dream, I remember Ding Gejiawu, who once slept in Kunlun.

There are two oversized red lanterns hanging on the door, coupled with the quaint old theater, attracting many young people standing at the door and holding their mobile phones to take pictures.

Approaching and listening carefully, there are bursts of erhu music playing inside.

"19:45, the time is just right."

Zhang Yi held the thermos and walked inside. When he reached the door, he was stopped by the uncle sitting in front of the door.

The uncle knocked on the sign at the door: "20 for a shared table seat, 50 for a single seat in the front row, 65 for a small table, and a bag of melon seeds and a plate of dim sum for you."

The price is not expensive. Zhang Yi originally wanted to buy a 20-seat ticket, but on second thought, it was inconvenient to share a table.

When he came last time, he had a rough look at the layout of the theater.

The table sharing is a large square table, the kind that can seat seven or eight people.

The single seat is more comfortable, it is a Taishi chair, one seat alone, with a certain distance from each other.

After thinking about it again, there is no shortage of 15 yuan, so I simply changed to a 65 set meal.

After buying a ticket and walking in, there were already many people sitting inside.

Most of them are older people, but there are also some young people who are using their mobile phones to broadcast live.

Facing the ticket number, find a seat in the front row and sit down.

"There are quite a lot of people."

It was also the first time for Dai Moli to come to this kind of place, and she was full of curiosity about the surroundings.

"Well, most of them are here to join in the fun, and I'm afraid we will have to leave halfway later."

Zhang Yi remembered that he had heard roadside operas when he was a child, but he couldn't understand them, nor could he understand them.

"After waiting for many years, this theater has finally reopened."

A few elderly people sitting at the table behind them were drinking tea and chatting.

"I haven't listened to it for many years. I heard that Mr. Shen is invited this time. The last time I heard her sing an opera was on TV."

"Nowadays, among the top four, Mr. Shen can at least rank third."

"The four gentlemen count her as young, but it's a pity that we old bones, I don't know how many times we can listen to it."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to start unpacking today, please keep quiet."

The host came to the stage and motioned for everyone to quiet down.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of gongs and drums began to play, and the first scene of the unpacking show was "Yutangchun"

Zhang Yi was in a daze when he heard it, and some young people behind him couldn't sit still and began to use their mobile phones.

Immediately after the second "Red Luan Tianxi" and the third "Dingjun Mountain", people in the hall have already started to leave.

The only ones left in the hall are either those who really like it, or those who are old.

Zhang Yi held his chin, and began to regret in his heart. He knew that he would have sat in the back, but now that he sat in the front, whether he wanted to leave or fish with his mobile phone, he had to bear the contemptuous gazes of the elders present.

Besides, I haven't seen Mrs. Qing yet, so it would be useless to leave now.

"Mr. Shen is about to appear, this scene is Farewell My Concubine."

The old men behind them raised their necks, as if they had been looking forward to this scene for a long time.

Dressed in red and silk, wearing a beaded curtain and jade crown, the figure stepped out, and before the singing began, it had already caused a burst of applause.

Zhang Yi took a closer look, isn't this the same woman he saw yesterday?
But why do people call her Mr. Shen?

Shouldn't she be Mrs. Qing?
Her steps are fast, her upper body basically does not move, but slightly shakes slightly and naturally in line with the movement of her legs, making her appear coordinated and beautiful.

"I remember how many frosts I have experienced since I was recruited into the battlefield. In what year, I got the wish to return to my hometown, and the soldiers' spirit disappeared into the sun and the moonlight."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the person who was a little restless and wanted to slip away was also frozen.

Sitting in the front row, Zhang Yi felt the most direct feeling, the feeling of strong emotions colliding with the sound, as if pulling people into the role at once.

"it is good!!"

The old people behind him couldn't hold back their applause.

Holding the thermos cup in one hand, Zhang Yi stared intently at the figures on the stage, even forgetting what he was here for.

"Strengthening the mountain and overwhelming the world, the time is unfavorable and the time is not dying. The time is not dying, so there is nothing to do, and the time is not dying, so there is nothing to do."

On the stage, the overlord of Chu sighed in grief and indignation.

The scene on the stage gradually turned to its peak, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the Concubine Yu played by Mr. Shen.

But she suddenly stood still, turned her head sideways, and looked at Zhang Yi who was sitting in the front row.

The expression on his face seemed to be a different person, he slowly pulled out the sword at his waist, and pressed it against his throat: "I am wronged!!"

"puff……"

(End of this chapter)