I have a city in another world

Chapter 2849 There is a ghost in the blacksmith shop!
"Hehe, this blacksmith's shop is open for business again?"

A group of warriors patrolling the streets passed by, and when they saw the open blacksmith shop, they showed a hint of surprise.

Especially the captain, who looked at the shop seriously, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

When the blacksmith here died strangely back then, he followed the survey site, and the time passed was less than three years.

Later, it was rumored that the place was haunted, and there were indeed noises at night, and the thief vowed to claim that he had seen the ghost of the blacksmith.

What he said was good, but it also caused a panic, and the house could no longer be rented out.

They passed by here on weekdays, and they were also panicked, and they would not stay too long at all.

But I don't think that today, this haunted house is actually inhabited, and it seems that it will resume its old business.

Due to the limitation of responsibilities, it is natural to cross-examine.

"Young man, are you the owner of this shop?"

The captain looked at Tang Zhen with scrutiny in his eyes, wanting to see if there was something wrong with him.

It turned out that Tang Zhen's face was indifferent, without the cowardice of ordinary people facing warriors, and faintly exuded a special temperament.

This young man, I am afraid it is not easy.

The captain was about to ask a few more questions, but at this moment, the sound of iron striking came from inside the shop.

The captain took a look, and saw a tall figure wielding a hammer in the dark room.

The captain was suspicious. Seeing this person's back was somewhat familiar, but why did it feel so weird?

Taking a closer look, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and he quickly turned his gaze away.

"It's okay, you are busy!"

The captain didn't want to make trouble, so he simply asked a few words, and then led his men to move on.

After walking a certain distance, the captain heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

The subordinate found something unusual and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's too hot."

The captain said casually, but his eyes were a little dazed.

Hearing this, his subordinates looked at the sky suspiciously, the sun had just risen at this moment.

The captain came back to his senses, hesitated for a while, and reminded his subordinates: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if you have nothing to do, don't bother with that blacksmith shop."

Hearing the captain's inexplicable warning, several subordinates showed doubts, but still nodded.

None of them are rookies, and they know that some people can't be messed with, but looking back at the owner of the blacksmith shop, there is really nothing special about them.

"Boss, just tell me, what's going on?"

"Yeah, if you make it clear, we should be prepared."

His hands were itchy, and he couldn't help but ask.

The captain frowned, looked at his subordinates, took a deep breath and said, "You really want to know?"

After getting a definite answer, the captain looked around, then lowered his voice and said: "I told you, don't be afraid, when I was talking to the boss just now, I saw a blacksmith in the blacksmith's shop.

Judging by his height, shape and clothes, he was clearly the dead blacksmith, definitely not someone else! "

Everyone's expressions changed at the same time. How could the dead blacksmith come back to life?
Whoops, I'm going, it's haunted!

This thought flashed in my mind, coupled with the rumors of the past, cold sweat faintly broke out on everyone's forehead.

"Well, boss, did you read it wrong?"

Hearing the question from his subordinates, the captain sneered, and said in a light tone: "It's not like you don't know how poisonous my eyes are. Even after ten or eight years, I can recognize each other by looking at their backs.

If I said it was a dead blacksmith, there must be no problem, not to mention that I haven't given the biggest evidence yet. "

When the captain said this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he continued to say in a gloomy tone: "Not only is that figure exactly like the blacksmith, but also his feet don't touch the ground, and there is no head on his neck!"

"hiss……"

Hearing what the captain said, everyone gasped and subconsciously looked at the blacksmith's shop in the distance.

I don't know why, but the blacksmith's shop, which used to be ordinary, now looks gloomy.

"Captain, what shall we do then?"

A subordinate asked in a trembling tone. He was a survivor of the catastrophe that year, and he was extremely afraid of ghosts and gods.

After listening to the captain's narration, he felt trembling all over when he thought that he had to walk in front of the blacksmith's shop every day.

"What to do, hide, or why should I warn you."

The captain shook his head again when he said this, and said in a helpless tone: "This is not a solution, if it really doesn't work, just spend money to buy amulets, and then report this matter to the Zhenfu Department.

If it's really delusional, that would be great, but if it's true, I would rather not do this job than stay on this street! "

A group of warriors patrolling the streets drifted away, and the blacksmith shop was still open, but not a single item was sold.

Tang Zhen was not in a hurry, he just read the book slowly, writing a few lines from time to time.

Those neighbors who watched secretly, after confirming that there was no problem, slowly let go of their hanging hearts.

As for the sound of hammering iron in the blacksmith's shop, it should come from the new hired workers. There is not only one blacksmith in this world.

Perhaps the purpose of the other party buying the ghost house was just to reopen a blacksmith shop and save a lot of time.

With this kind of thought in mind, the original sense of fear is also reduced a lot. It seems that I am really suspicious. Could it be possible that ghosts can still be haunted in broad daylight?
They didn't know that there were indeed ghosts working in the blacksmith's shop at this time.

When the sun was setting and the drums sounded from the city gate, Tang Zhen slowly closed the shop's gate.

Beside the glowing red stove, a figure stood quietly, like a suit of clothes being hung up.

"Come, have a drink."

Tang Zhen opened the food and wine he bought, including smoked fish and bacon, some boiled beans in salt water, and a jar of slightly cloudy old wine.

Hearing the words, the figure beside the stove hesitated for a few seconds, then walked slowly to the table.

"sit."

Tang Zhen opened the wine jar, poured himself a bowl of old wine, and filled the empty bowl opposite.

With empty clothes shaking, he sat on the chair and seemed to be staring at Tang Zhen.

If the neighbors saw this scene, they would be shocked and terrified, convinced that the blacksmith shop was really haunted.

"Although you are a spirit body, you can absorb vitality, and you can also absorb incense and wine.

This way of smoking is actually a special way of energy supplementation, transformation and absorption.

If ghosts don't eat, they will starve to death.

As for why it can't absorb the energy of heaven and earth, it's because the spirit body is born with intention, which belongs to a kind of negative energy, and its state is very unstable.

In this special state, if you want to absorb the energy of heaven and earth like a monk, you are seeking your own death..."

Tang Zhen didn't pay attention to the blacksmith opposite, but just said to himself, the content of the speech seemed a little inexplicable.

But the clothes floating in the air on the opposite side trembled slightly, as if excited by Tang Zhen's words.

Tang Zhen didn't seem to notice, drinking the old wine, he continued casually: "Practicing in the ghost way is difficult, but it may not be impossible to find another way, such as changing one's own form, or simply entrusting objects to practice.

I have a set of formulas here, you have to remember it firmly, it is the wages for hiring you to blacksmith and cook..."

Maybe it's from the great to the simple, a formula is only more than a hundred words, and it has been recited in a blink of an eye.

"Drunk, go to bed!"

After three bowls of old wine, Tang Zhen got up unsteadily, went back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

Sleeping after eating and drinking, such a relaxed life is simply very comfortable.

The figure at the table was silent for a long time, then stood up, and knelt and kowtowed three times to Tang Zhen's bedroom.

(End of this chapter)