My staff is inhuman

Chapter 19 New Abilities
The screen turns.

In the kitchen the cauldron was bubbling.

"Brother Li!"

Sandan poked his head out, walked to the side of the pot, looked at the stewed pieces of meat in the pot, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Congratulations, I heard that the class leader has asked you to come on stage tonight."

Li Zheng, who was standing by the side of the pot, picked up a spoon, took out a piece of meat from the pot and handed it to Sandan.

"Be careful, don't burn it."

"it is good!"

"Huhu... um... fragrant..."

Sandan pinched the piece of meat and blew it hard, before stuffing it into his mouth impatiently.

"Brother Li, you have only been in our troupe for two years, and you can play the leading role on stage. I have been here for eight years, and I am not even qualified for the troupe.

If you become a horn in the future, it will be difficult to eat the food you cook. "

"Work hard, I promise you will have a chance in the future."

"Ok!"

"Go ahead and call everyone to prepare for dinner."

In front of the stove, his thin face was flickering under the candlelight, and he unhurriedly fumbled out a packet of medicinal powder from his sleeve and sprinkled it into the soup pot.

Stir lightly with a spoon.

"Hey, Master, from now on, you won't be lonely down there..."

When the memory recedes like a tide.

Looking at the dots of fluorescent light on his hand, Zhang Yi has roughly understood the truth of the whole story.

The person who killed Mrs. Qing was Lao Wang.

Lao Wang not only killed Mrs. Qing and took over the theater's property, but he was not satisfied with that alone, so he joined another theater troupe under the pseudonym Li Zheng.

Under the guise of Mrs. Qing's resurrection, she poisoned everyone in the troupe.

But that's only part of the truth.

The person who detained Mrs. Qing and created this cage theater is also inferior to a pig and a dog.

Pick up the contract of sale in your hand.

Zhang Yi pulled hard and tore the contract of sale to pieces.

"You are free."

With a wave of his hand, countless fragments fell into the air and turned into figures standing behind Mrs. Qing.

His numb eyes gradually began to have their own emotions.

"Come on, you are free."

Everyone didn't speak, they just looked at Mrs. Qing.

Mrs. Qing pointed to the fluorescent light on Zhang Yi's hand.

"Are you going to seek revenge from the old king?"

Mrs. Qing nodded.

"Then how can I help you? I won't do anything that breaks the law."

A black mist filled Mrs. Qing's body, wrapped up the troupe members behind her, and then her body gradually twisted, compressed, and finally turned into a black box, which fell into Zhang Yi's hands.

The box was cold, like it just came out of the fridge.

When Zhang Yi's hand touched the box, the world in front of him began to collapse.

There was a strong pulling sensation.

His head was also in a trance.

"Boom... da da da da... dong dong dong..."

"Han soldiers have plundered the land, besieged on all sides, the overlord is exhausted, how can concubine Yu survive..."

Zhang Yi opened his eyes, the theater was still the same theater.

On stage,

The Overlord has been defeated, and Concubine Yu is dead.

The screen fell, and the audience had left.

Zhang Yi raised his hand, holding a black box in his hand, as if reminding himself that what he experienced just now was not an illusion.

"What a show."

"The play is very good, I won't come next time."

Dai Moli's complaints came from the thermos.

Zhang Yi picked up the thermos and prepared to leave.

He was very tired and wanted to go home and have a good rest.

After leaving the theater, it was already late outside.

As soon as he went out the door, Zhang Yi was stunned for a while.

"what happened?"

"my eyes……"

"Eyes! What's wrong with your eyes?"

Zhang Yi rubbed his eyelids and opened them again.

"I seem to be able to see...

ghost! "

At this moment, the world in front of him has been turned upside down.

Beside the man on the left is a girl in her teens. The girl is so skinny that she even walks with a limp.

There was a faint black air on the girl's body.

When pedestrians on the side of the road touched her, they passed directly through her body.

The girl just quietly followed the man, trying to hold the man's hand, but in the end it was only in vain.

And girls are not an exception.

On the bench on the right, a middle-aged man was smoking a cigarette with a can of beer in his hand.

Behind the man was an old lady lying on her stomach.

The old lady could no longer tell her age, her hair was disheveled, and she continuously spit out black air on the man's face.

In the corner by the wall, some figures that appear and disappear from time to time seem to be discussing something together.

Yes, I can see ghosts.

Seeing ghosts here is completely different from Dai Moli and the customers in the massage parlor.

Massage parlors are currently their own industry, and the place itself is very strange.

And Dai Moli is an employee of a massage parlor.

As a shop owner, it is normal operation for me to see her.

But now, when he was walking on the street, he could see those ghosts wandering in reality.

This nature is different. Is this my own ability?

But when did I have this ability?

Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something, he opened his collar and took out the ghost face pendant inside.

Could it be this thing?
Before I was attacked by the photo in the shrine, it was the pendant that swallowed all the black blood gushing out of the photo.

The following things were too complicated, and he didn't bother to check them for a moment.

The ghost face on the pendant seemed to be much more alive than before, and the eyes would flicker red from time to time.

Turn it over and look behind.

Zhang Yi found a clue.

Behind the pendant was a dead tree without leaves.

But now there is not only an extra young leaf on it, but also an extra fruit on the withered branch.

There are rough textures on the fruit, and these textures are entangled, resembling human eyes.

It seems that my eyes, because the pendant swallowed the power of Zhang Shulai's shrine, caused me to have some kind of supernatural ability.

This can be regarded as a good harvest.

From now on, when I walk on the street, I can at least be able to distinguish clearly whether the person in front of me is a ghost.

"This is not a good thing, be careful, don't look at those lonely ghosts,

If they find out you can see them,

Unless you help them fulfill a wish, they might just keep haunting you. "

When Dai Moli learned that he could see lonely ghosts on the road, she immediately warned him in a low voice.

Zhang Yi didn't care much about it.

"Well... I don't mind having them as employees."

Of course, behind this sentence, there is another standard, good-looking, good craftsmanship, and the most important thing is to be able to earn turnover for yourself.

After this adventure, Zhang Yi has a new understanding of the importance of turnover.

The more turnover, the more props you can exchange, and you will have the possibility to deal with danger.

If Zhuang Ning hadn't brought his friends to spend before coming to the theater, so that he had accumulated a turnover of 600 and successfully exchanged for five life-saving talismans, he might have died here the night before.

"Jasmine, tell me, who is my father?"

"Bad man!"

"I mean his abilities."

He can detain Mrs. Qing, open a ghost theater, and detain the ghost of a theater troupe to work for him.

These abilities are too incredible.

Things were weird enough for him after he took over the massage parlor.

But compared to Zhang Shu, it's not worth mentioning.

Zhang Yi even suspected that there should be more than one place like this.

"I don't know either, but..."

Dai Moli paused for a while after speaking halfway, before continuing: "I think he may not be dead."

"In other words, even if he died, I'm afraid it would not be a good thing."

"Yes, ordinary people can become ghosts, let alone him!"

Zhang Yi nodded.

The two talked about Uncle Zeng again.

This old employee in the massage parlor, is he a human or a ghost?
Is it really just an ordinary employee?

"Uncle Zeng, I feel that he is a very old-fashioned person. I don't know if he is an ordinary person, but he must be a living person."

Dai Moli said with certainty.

"Don't care about him, when I figure out the whole reason of the matter, let's leave there, at worst, go out and do it alone."

For massage shops, Zhang Yi is still very repulsive.

Especially after this incident in the theater, he had a deeper understanding of Zhang Shulai, a scumbag.

I used to think he was just a scumbag, but now I realize that this guy is not only a scumbag, but also bad.

"Kick!"

Zhang Yi took out the key and unlocked the door.

"Jingle, jingle."

After closing the door, Zhang Yi didn't turn on the light.

In the darkness at this moment, his vision was not affected at all.

Dark vision.

This can be regarded as a kind of ability of his eyes, Zhang Yi noticed it on the way home.

Not turning on the light is not to verify this ability, but because he is really tired and afraid that turning on the light will attract guests to the door.

After all, he and Dai Moli were really tired after tossing about this night.

"Go to rest early, you have worked hard today."

"Yeah, but I'm kinda hungry."

"I'll give you some incense."

Zhang Yi was about to get incense in front of the shrine, when he was startled suddenly, he reached out and patted Dai Moli on the shoulder, motioning her to look in the mirror.

Angle through the mirror.

Behind the partition curtain stood a man, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

If it was before, with such a dark sight, and hiding behind the curtain, Zhang Yi would definitely not be able to find the other party.

However, at this moment, he could see clearly, even the outline of the other party's face.

It's Pharaoh.

Certainly not Pharaoh next door.

It's Mrs. Qing's good apprentice, Wang Jie.

Zhang Yi turned around and locked the door first.

Still without turning on the light, he took out the black box from his arms.

"Old king?"

The figure behind the curtain trembled.

Zhang Yi could clearly see the shock on his face.

"No, maybe I should call you Mr. Wang Jie or Mr. Li Zheng, right?"

The curtains were drawn.

Lao Wang came out with a knife in his hand.

"As expected, you still know that you, like your former boss, have the ability to communicate with ghosts."

Lao Wang shook his head after finishing speaking: "No, it's different. If it was him, you would have the ability to directly control me on the first day we met."

He obviously thought of some bad memories, and the knife in his hand couldn't stop shaking.

"Oh, so you suspected me from the very beginning, so you were following me on purpose in the supermarket yesterday?
Including coming to the store and telling me the story of Mrs. Qing.

On the one hand, it is a temptation, and on the other hand, it does not want me to continue searching. "

Zhang Yi sat on the massage chair with his body flat. Although the chair was a bit worn out, it felt good to sit on.

"Yes, no one in this street remembers Mrs. Qing anymore. I don't know what kind of relationship you have with the former boss, but I think this shop can have another owner."

Lao Wang raised the kitchen knife in his hand, and his eyes gradually became fierce. According to his previous style, he should have rushed forward to finish this kid long ago.

But the room was too dark, so he didn't dare to rush forward for a while.

"Save your life, after all, this is my shop, it will be very troublesome if you lose your life."

Lao Wang shook the knife in his hand: "Do you think it's possible?"

Zhang Yi didn't speak, took out his phone, turned on the player, clicked a piece of music, and turned the volume to the maximum.

"Crack!"

The black box was opened, and a stream of black liquid flowed out of the box.

In an instant, the temperature in the room began to drop rapidly. Zhang Yi squinted at the mirror, only to see the figures gradually becoming clear one after another in the mirror, and he simply closed his eyes.

Seeing the light in the room getting darker and darker, and even the light from the street lamp outside the door disappeared, Wang Jie began to panic.

"What are you doing!!"

He waved the kitchen knife in his hand and rushed up in the direction of Zhang Yi in his memory.

One step, two steps, ten steps...

Wang Jie found that he seemed to have entered another space, and the darkness ahead was endless.

"Turn on the light, turn on the light quickly..."

"Where are you! Get out!!"

At this moment, a cold strange feeling came over his shoulder, Wang Jie looked back and found that it was a hand on his shoulder.

"Go to hell!"

Wang Jie raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, turned around and slashed with the knife.

As a result, his back was like air, and he was cut into the air.

"Brother Li, have you become a horn?"

The familiar questioning voice made Wang Jie's forehead break out in cold sweat.

Lowering his head, he saw the familiar figure, but he didn't remember his name.

At this time, a pair of hands suddenly hugged him from behind, and a gust of cool wind blew by his ears, which was the sound that woke him up several times from nightmares.

"Wang Jie, didn't you say, where am I going, where are you going?"

His body froze there, and his soul screamed in terror.

He wanted to break free from Mrs. Qing's grasp, but found that not only could he not speak, but he couldn't even move his body.

He stared at the front, when he saw those familiar figures gradually becoming clear from the darkness, and began to reveal their ferocious faces.

At this moment, an unprecedented fear struck, the muscles on his face twisted, as if two words were written...

despair!

(End of this chapter)