Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 10

Song Ciwan thought about it for a long time, she actually has many ways to make money.

Life-oriented ones, such as sugar refining, salt refining, and turbid wine distillation, etc., can be regarded as high-quality projects that are not difficult to implement and can be quickly implemented with a small amount.

It's a pity that in this world, earning money is not a skill, but holding money is the skill.

Regardless of salt, wine or sugar, in a word, if you are not afraid of death, feel free to touch it!
Song Ciwan felt that there was really no need for him to create difficulties for his life. He was clearly determined to live on, but in the end he insisted on wandering. What was he trying to do?
However, she is really short of money now, and there are some things that should be done.You can't touch salt, wine and sugar, but there are always things you can touch.

Returning home from work that day, Song Ciwan once again sold his hostility in exchange for longevity.

[You sell hostility for 80 yuan, and get [-] years of life. 】

Today, 80 years of life are entered into the account, and together with the accumulation from the previous period, Song Ciwan has a total of 230 years of life balance.

This is not vague data, but a clear sense.

The more times she used the Tian Di Scale, the closer Song Ciwan could feel her connection with it, and the more clearly she could perceive many things.

For example, the balance of life, and everything contained in the inner space of the scale of heaven and earth.

Song Ciwan routinely sold a stir-fried fat sausage in exchange for a Zhuangqi pill, and then waited quietly at home for dark.

The big white goose was sprinting around the yard with its neck held high. Song Ciwan was sitting under the eaves, throwing corn kernels with his hands. This game is very satisfying.

Until nightfall, Wanjia lights were lit up one after another in the city, and the light and shadow were brilliant, embellishing the dark side of the night. Song Ciwan returned to the room and changed into black clothes.

She put on black clothes, a rough-stitched human skin mask, and finally a cloak.

Time and night's escape was activated, and in an instant, her whole body melted into the shadow of the night.

The big white goose had just finished eating, and the whole goose was lying lazily in its cage, unaware that the owner who had just returned to the room was actually right under its nose and drifted away like a wisp of night wind.

South of the city, Liuquan Street.

The bright lights flickered under the starry night, and the night market on Liuquan Street was bustling and noisy, with wine flags waving, dancers whirling, children running, and high-rollers calling for slaves to spend a lot of money...

"it is good!"

"One more, one more!"

In front of the restaurant named Zuixianju, there was a burst of lively cheers, but in front of the high three-story platform, there was a dancer spinning and flying, her figure was graceful and graceful, and she seemed to be shocked when she moved and leaped. Hong 蹁跹 is not a human dancer at all, but a fairy in the Heavenly Palace.

More and more people were attracted, and they were dazzled by the sight, but couldn't help commenting: "This is not an ordinary dancer, is it? I heard that she is a female disciple of Qionghua Pavilion, who was drunk when she was traveling in Cangling County." The people who live here have invited Suyang."

"Zuixianju is really amazing. Even the female disciples from Qionghua Pavilion can be invited here. I don't know if Zuixianju can also invite one of the eight great masters of Qionghua Pavilion?"

"This is just wishful thinking. Disciples of the Shangzong, it is extremely rare to invite three or two, and you still want to see the Eight Great Masters? Why don't you go home tonight and ask your mother-in-law to raise your pillow by three inches? "

"Go, go! How do you talk..."

People burst into laughter, the crowd was surging, and the threshold of Zuixianju was almost broken.

But no one noticed that there was a restaurant not far from Zuixianju. This restaurant was also three stories high. Now only one row of lanterns is lit.

A cold lamp illuminated a person sitting alone in the lobby.

This person's name is Yan Hanzhang, he is the owner of this Dingfeng building, and he is also a scholar, even a down-and-out scholar.

In fact, the Yan family's ancestors were rich, and even had congenital warriors, and left a considerable family business in Suyang City.

It's no use for future generations to live up to expectations. It's only been ten years since the innate ancestor died, but this family business has already been defeated. Only this restaurant is left, and Yan Hanzhang is struggling to support it.

Yan Hanzhang was almost unable to hold on any longer, he sat in the lobby, but opened his mouth suddenly without warning.

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!" Yan Hanzhang coughed heart-piercingly, tears came from his cough, and the shadows in the lobby shook.

Yan Hanzhang curled up on the chair clutching his chest, bouncing around in vain like a dying fish trying to save himself.

"Sister..." he murmured, "I'm afraid Hanzhang won't be able to hold on any longer, you should live well in Xu's house, in Xu's house..."

At this point, he tugged from the wide sleeve, and actually pulled out a piece of white silk.

Yan Hanzhang wants to hang himself in this hall!He hoped that after his death, he would turn into a fierce ghost and devour all those who coveted the last property of the Yan family into the ghost's belly.There is nothing I can do in life, but I only wish to have revenge after death!

The night wind blows, and the dim yellow lanterns sway faintly under the eaves outside the door.

The light couldn't shine into this gloomy hall, Yan Hanzhang stuck his head into the lock sleeve made of white silk, his feet were suspended in the air, and for a moment, the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming and overwhelming.

Yan Hanzhang: "Um, uh..."

He underestimated the pain of death, and clearly made up his mind to die, but when death really came, he instinctively struggled again!
There were white lights flashing in front of his eyes, and some souls were torn apart as if they were about to come out of their bodies. Yan Hanzhang let out a silent roar in his throat: "Ah! Ah——"

His head was raised up, his eyes widened, and the dark red bloodshot eyes almost burst.

In his dying struggle, he saw a black shadow like smoke falling down from the beam in front of him.

Yes, what is it?
The black shadow seemed to be an invisible wind, and it seemed to be a section of tangible veil, as it circled in front of him in the night, the white silk broke.

boom!
Yan Hanzhang fell down and hit the ground heavily.

But he didn't care about rejoicing that he survived the catastrophe, or regretting that he didn't die.This is the moment when every emotion gives way to fear.He couldn't help using his hands and feet, and while stepping back again and again, he said in a trembling voice, "What are you?"

what?who?Or some kind of monster?
The black shadow fluttered and approached him, and there was an ethereal and ethereal voice that sounded in his ears without any ups and downs: "I am the most righteous and nameless deity, if you give your soul, wealth, and loyalty, you will get everything!" .”

This this……

Yan Hanzhang's eyes widened, and his brain, which was occupied by fear and confusion, finally became clear at this moment. The shadow said that if he gave his soul, wealth, and loyalty, he would get everything?
what kind of all?Does it include revenge?
In fact, he has nothing to lose, he doesn't even want his life, it's just that turning into a ghost after death is elusive, but if the opportunity in front of him can be grasped, how can it be a turning point?
Yan Hanzhang, who was trembling all over, instantly jumped up from the ground. He said, "Wealth, I have, I have..."

He quickly rushed from the front hall of the restaurant into the backyard. In the dim light, he rushed to a room in the backyard to rummage through boxes and boxes.

Under the bed, in the crevice of the wall, in the interlayer of the cabinet... Yan Hanzhang rummaged through and found several boxes. After opening them all, most of them were empty, but only silver light could be seen in the boxes that still had things left. sparkle.

After gathering, the silver was about 350 taels, and there were two house deeds and land deeds for this restaurant!
Yan Hanzhang felt ashamed and anxious again: "I, I only have this in total... Can, what can I get in exchange?"

The black shadow has been following him like a shadow, but suddenly, the silver in the box disappeared instantly, and then a porcelain vase and an old yellowed note with messy handwriting fell into the box.

Yan Hanzhang took it with trembling hands, and there was a word on the porcelain bottle: Yunzi Pill!
His heart was beating wildly, and he almost screamed out.

(End of this chapter)