Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 307: Money? What money?

"Candles? What's so special about the candles in your store?"

Cao Yang was not surprised by the appearance of this voice. A shop operating in a mysterious place showed that the owner was quite capable and could maintain the balance.

"Lighting a candle at midnight can attract ghosts to your home. How come you haven't heard of it?"

An obvious questioning tone proved that the owner of the voice was a living person. Of course, it was not ruled out that it was an alien, or a product that had been completely eroded by a fierce ghost.

"The candles that attract ghosts are just useless. They are tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away. You may be the only one in the spiritual world who still treats this thing like a treasure."

Cao Yang sneered. According to what the boss said, then all the candles in the room could be regarded as white ghost candles made by Wang Xiaoming, and they didn't have much effect.

"That's wrong. As the saying goes: experts look at the doorway, while laymen look at the excitement."

"From the Republic of China to the modern times, the candles in my house are hard to come by, and those who have used them all say they are good. About ten days ago, a well-mannered young man came to buy candles from me."

Hearing Cao Yang's ridicule, the voice did not get angry, but instead praised its own candles leisurely.

"That little guy has a very powerful backer, so I have to give those people some face."

The voice seemed a little sad, and even Cao Yang became somewhat interested in the man who was still in doubt.

"A well-mannered young man with a powerful background? That shouldn't be Yang Jian. I think I know who it is."

"In Dadong City, there is a supernatural family that has been passed down from the Republic of China to the present day - the Wang family."

Cao Yang's expression changed slightly. He was about to continue asking for some information, but he didn't expect that the boss spoke first this time.

"Oh no, I'm getting off topic. If you don't want to buy candles, forget it. A forced melon won't be sweet, and I won't force you to do it."

Just as he finished speaking, a faint gust of cold wind blew in the shop again, and the flames of all the candles flickered slightly. The invisible boss seemed to have left.

"Who said I won't buy it? You never told me the price, how can I buy it?"

"Three yuan for one, seven yuan for two, no cheating for anyone."

The swaying flames suddenly shook violently, and the gloomy wind subsided.

"?"

"Another shady shop."

Cao Yang was complaining in his heart.

"Of course, guests who can take out a seven-dollar bill can enjoy the highest level of service."

The voice became noticeably lighter.

"I will personally teach you how to use the candles. I guarantee that they are more real than gold."

Faintly, Cao Yang seemed to see an illusory and transparent figure with its back to him.

"Then bring me two fine white candles. I want to see what kind of top-level service you can provide me."

Cao Yang took out a colorful seven-yuan ghost note from his pocket. The cold wind instantly blew the ghost money into the air, and then it disappeared mysteriously.

"Hey, rich man, please sit down first."

A classical and sturdy mahogany rocking chair appeared behind Cao Yang, and it was obvious that the chair was made of top-quality materials.

"Well, Xuan, the scent of ghost money is still so nostalgic, and it's a seven-dollar bill."

Although he never revealed his figure, Cao Yang could still guess what his boss was doing at this moment.

There is no doubt that this strange man is intoxicated by the smell of ghost money, which is the favorite thing of businessmen like them.

Money can make the world go round.

I'm not just saying this for fun, ghost money can really do this. "Ahem, I lost my composure."

Finally, a man wearing a jacket and cloth pants and a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes appeared out of nowhere. The man was not very old, estimated to be around fifty years old, with a shrewd and smooth face, obviously a seasoned man.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Bai Ru, and I am the owner of this candle shop."

Bai Ru had a greasy smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was a young man who could easily take out seven dollars in modern times.

This boy is so terrifying!
"As long as you serve this gentleman well, I, Old Bai, will have plenty of money to make in the future."

Bai Ru's eyes moved rapidly, looking a bit shifty.

"Look, this is our white candle."

Bai Ru took out a piece of white candle that was only two or three centimeters long from his sleeve. The surface of the candle was dirty and covered with black oil stains, and it didn't look like a good thing.

However, the wick of this white candle was an unusual black and red color, as if it had been soaked in blood for a long time.

"laugh--!"

The white candle was lit, and the faint flame was gray-black, as if all the surrounding light was swallowed up.

"Sir, please smell it."

Bai Ru carefully protected the flame and handed the white candle to Cao Yang.

"smell?"

Cao Yang frowned. Just based on the appearance of this candle, he didn't even want to touch it. How could this Bai Ru let him smell it?

"Smell it, you'll love it."

Bai Ru's expression was serious and earnest, and he didn't seem to be joking.

Cao Yang was skeptical. He took the short candle with a look of disgust and reluctantly brought it close to his face.

Fragrance, a kind of strange fragrance that makes people feel refreshed and even temporarily forget their own identity. At this moment, Cao Yang almost felt as if his consciousness was leaving his body and he was observing everything around him from a God's perspective.

"Guest, how do you feel?"

Bai Ru carefully took the candle again, and looking at Cao Yang's intoxicated and decadent look, he knew that Cao Yang had become addicted.

"It's quite interesting. It's really a good thing and worth its price."

The next moment, Cao Yang's eyes regained clarity, and the intoxicated and immersed expression just now disappeared in an instant, as if he had just pretended.

"Of course. I, Bai Ru, have been in business for so many years and have always operated with integrity. You know, my family can only make less than ten white candles a year, and there are more than ten people like you in each generation of the supernatural circle."

"Things are precious because they are rare. My dear, our white candles were worth a fortune back then."

Bai Ru boasted with pride, but even though his words were exaggerated, the effect of the candle was genuine and it was a real good thing. It could even be said that it was the first time that Cao Yang had seen a supernatural item with such an effect.

"Boss Bai is right. There are twelve captains in the domestic ghost control headquarters, but not all of them are outliers. I see that there are still many candles in your shop."

A somewhat abnormal smile appeared on Cao Yang's face, but Bai Ru obviously hadn't reacted yet. He still thought he had met a noble person who was able to book the entire theater.

"I understand, I understand. Sir, don't worry, as long as the money is in place, it won't be a problem for me to sell this candle shop to you."

Bai Ru patted his chest and raised his neck high, feeling so happy.

"Money? What money?"

"Captain Cao Yang, the head of the headquarters inspection team, has come to investigate the supernatural events in Baiyu Village. We have seized a candle shop and confiscated all supernatural items!"

(End of this chapter)