Paper horse incense shop

Two fingers of green tongue of fire quickly licked up the small paper bracelet, leaving only a few scraps of burning paper and blackened vaginal rice scattered on the ground.

The landlady was startled by my move. She subconsciously covered her white wrist and scolded:

"what are you doing?!"

"Playing with fire is not allowed in the store! Wait, am I focusing on the wrong thing? How could this thing spontaneously ignite?"

What's going on here, I don't really know.

The paper is made from the leaves of the Ming tree, and recently I worked on a modified version that doesn't necessarily involve placing the Ming paper over the eyes.

After all, a tree like this, which is close to evil things, can sense many things by itself.

According to my idea, use a little of this kind of paper and wrap it with the Yin rice from the "Mifa" passed down by the Tzu Ching Girls, which can sense the Yin rice enshrined in most ghosts. This is like a trap.

If there are some greedy 'things' around, as long as they take out this thing and see the Yin rice offerings inside, they will definitely come up to 'eat' it.

If you want to eat, you will definitely touch the paper outside, and the paper will turn black.

Once it turns black, you can judge many situations——

For example, whether the person wearing the bracelet is safe now and whether there are ghosts around him or not, the black depth of the bracelet can be used to judge the ferociousness of the evil objects around him.

This was originally the most inconspicuous of many improvements.

I didn’t make too many, I just made seven or eighty and kept them around for fun, but today they came in handy.

However, the worst-case scenario I expected, which was all black, did not occur to me that it would spontaneously combust!

What does this mean, something is fierce?

Or is it not a vagina at all?

I pondered for a few seconds, then raised my head and looked at the proprietress beside me, and for the first time I looked carefully from top to bottom for a moment.

The landlady is actually quite beautiful. She is almost forty years old, but has a curvy figure. Compared with Yang Jinhua, she is not inferior at all.

But the landlady, who is less than forty years old, and Yang Jinhua, who is over eighty years old, can only "not lose a cent", but in fact they have already made a decision.

But it is undeniable that although she is not as good as Yang Jinhua, the landlady is still quite charming.

But now, this beautiful face that should be lovable now has a hint of blue and black. If an outsider looks at it, they may think that the landlady is not resting well.

However, the current blue and black marks on Yintang's body are also signs of being entangled by 'things'.

Xu Shi saw that I remained silent. The wife of the boss, who was already a little panicked, touched the goosebumps on her hands and asked again:

"What happened...?"

I was silent for a few moments and then changed the topic to the question I wanted to ask some time ago:

"By the way, the boss lady said that she and her husband opened this store together, right?"

"I've been here many times this month, but I haven't seen your husband yet?"

The landlady was stunned, obviously not expecting that the topic would suddenly jump from the self-igniting paper bracelet to her husband, but she still answered honestly:

"He doesn't like to socialize, so he's always busy in the kitchen."

"When we opened the store, we agreed that he would just work in the back kitchen and leave everything to me in the front office."

I ask again:

"But the landlady said that she is the heir to the restaurant, have you also passed it on to your husband?"

The landlady denied it without thinking:

"of course not."

I pointed out the vulnerability:

"Then what can he do in the kitchen? Aren't you the one who knows how to cook?"

The landlady choked, and even the hand stroking the goosebumps slowly stopped, and murmured:

"There are a lot of things in the kitchen that need help."

"As a little girl, she doesn't move at home, and it takes time to prepare food and ingredients. He can help me a lot."

I was silent for a few seconds, and finally I was ready to reveal the truth:

"One time you were in a hurry to go out and left alone. You said there was no one in the store, so you handed over the closing of the store to me. I closed the door for you that day." "Your husband was really in the kitchen. Boss lady?"

Judging from the deep entanglement marks on her body, it must not have been formed overnight.

And it's not an intimate relationship. It should be difficult to achieve this level if we live together day and night.

So, is the husband that the landlady has been talking about really exist?

The landlady frowned, as if trying to recall the scene that day. Finally, she remembered:

"It happened. It was raining outside that day, and my husband called me and said that he didn't bring an umbrella outside and was getting wet, so he asked me to deliver an umbrella."

"What's weird about this? My husband is not in the kitchen all the time. After all, who can stay in the kitchen all the time?"

This time, the boss lady won’t be able to mess with me.

Is it really my fault? No, it's impossible.

I was silent for a few seconds:

"Then can I say hello to the boss?"

The landlady suddenly looked at me with a strange look.

Indeed, after the other party said that her husband was afraid of life and witnessed the bracelet burning so violently, a normal person would not make this request and let the matter pass under their noses, which would be safe.

but--

"delicious."

"Your store is delicious. I don't want to look at this store and the landlady like this."

Just like that, die.

I held my chin up:

"If possible, how about I meet you and your wife and talk about injecting capital into you?"

Of course this is false, but the key to a strategy is its timeliness and effectiveness, as well as whether it can directly touch the listener's heart and gain trust.

The landlady was obviously convinced by my recent generosity. She had forgotten about the changes she had just made and immediately said with a smile:

"Okay! Let's go to the kitchen, shall we?"

"I also want to show Nong the ingredients in our kitchen. They are all fresh and purchased on the same day."

I didn't have any objections, so I stood up on the spot, holding the hard objects in my backpack, and followed the proprietress into the kitchen.

The kitchen was much cleaner than I thought. The pots and pans were spotless, there wasn't even a trace of water stains on the floor, and there was a faint fragrance coming from it.

Some spiced side dishes that needed to be prepared early were washed and stacked in the vegetable preparation area. The roots of the green onions and coriander were not even soil, not even the slightly yellow meridians could be seen. It was obvious that they were washed extremely carefully.

There is only one entrance to the kitchen, which is the door I came in from.

In the area inside the door, except for me and the boss lady, there was no one else.

Nobody.

The landlady stood next to the refrigerator door and called softly:

"Husband, there is a customer here who wants to invest in us and wants to meet you. Why don't you say a few words?"

Who is she talking to?

My heart gradually became cold, and then I saw the landlady smiling, opening the refrigerator door with one hand, turning her head, and introduced to me:

"Little girl, this is my husband. You can call him Brother Amaran, or Uncle Amaran."

The next chapter is a little scary, but just a little bit, don’t be afraid~ (scratching your head.jpg)