From Jiu Shu's world

Chapter 365 Commission
Henry Zhang solved the senior sister in red, and Zhou Jie’s troubles were naturally gone. Early the next morning, Zhou Jie’s father Zhou Yanshan came to Henry Zhang’s tavern study to thank him, and then settled the accounts.

Senior sister in red is a very powerful ghost, and there are many ghosts to help. Henry Zhang's fee is not low, 40 yuan.

Zhou Jie’s father, Zhou Yanshan, transferred the money to Henry Zhang without saying a word, thanked him repeatedly, and then left Henry Zhang’s shop.

40 yuan was not too much, Henry Zhang only kept 20 of it, and the remaining 20, 15 was given to Mulan, and [-] was divided among Zhang Xiaolong and the six of them. They took part in this task, and naturally they also had their share.

They are no longer needed, but they can be left to relatives in Yangjian, Henry Zhang has taken care of all aspects.

In the days that followed, nothing happened for several days in a row, but it was very peaceful.

During the period, Wang Xiaoya and the others wanted to invite Henry Zhang out to play in their dormitory. It seemed that Zhao Niannian and Zhou Jie had a little interest in Henry Zhang, but Henry Zhang refused because he was not interested.

In the end, Zhang Chulan did not come to Henry Zhang’s side as a part-time waiter, and it seemed that he planned to continue to hide, but this guy did not live up to Henry Zhang’s goodwill. He sat here several times, one came to see Henry Zhang and said hello, Just want to inquire about the news of the alien world.

"Henry Zhang, something is wrong recently. Quanxing seems to be a little active. Some unknown strangers have entered Binhai City. I don't know what's going on. Do you need to pay attention?"

Feng Shayan held a tablet computer, slid her fingertips, looked at the information reported by her subordinates, sat in front of Henry Zhang, and talked with Henry Zhang.

"Is there a change?"

Henry Zhang thought for a while, then smiled, and then said: "Just pay attention, I don't care much about the affairs of the alien world. But you, the eldest lady of the Tianxiahui, are probably busy, can you still deal with it? "

Feng Shayan froze for a moment, and then remembered that she was the eldest lady of Tianxiahui. These days, she has been busy in Henry Zhang’s shop, and she almost regarded herself as Henry Zhang’s person. When Henry Zhang reminded her, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in her heart feel.

But she quickly came back to her senses, showing a confident smile, and said, "Hmph, there's nothing they can't handle with just three or two little fishes?"

Feng Shayan is very confident, not only because of her own arrogance, but also because of her recent progress in cultivation, rapid growth with creatures, and extraordinary strength.

Coupled with Henry Zhang's recent research on refining techniques, she has a good vision and knows that Henry Zhang is powerful.So I proposed to ask Henry Zhang to help her make a pair of gloves. She paid for the materials and labor costs, and the reward was 500 million yuan.

For the sake of his friends, Henry Zhang combined the insights gained in the past few days, and used the essence extracted from metal to create a pair of gloves for Fengshayan that can be called a magic weapon.

The crystal silk is the body, the talisman is the pattern, and the witch pattern is added. Toughness is the foundation, and it speeds up the movement of Qi, pulling the Qi into silk, and sliding like a knife, which complements Fengshayan's spatial movement. No wonder Fengshayan is so confident.

The two didn't pay much attention to the unknown person's entry into Binhai City. Suddenly, the wind chimes rang at the door, and they turned their heads to see a obsequious middle-aged man in old clothes standing by the door.

He carefully looked at the situation in the store, and then walked lightly to the front of the bar.

Ren Tingting asked with a kind smile: "Uncle, what do you want, or is there anything else?" '

The middle-aged man was a little cautious, he hurriedly said: "I don't want a drink, I want a drink, it's nothing."

He frowned tightly, but he couldn't remember what to say.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Ren Tingting asked, "Do you want to be innocent?"

"That's right, that's it."

He nodded quickly, then looked at Ren Tingting helplessly, with panic and hope hidden in his eyes.

A little innocent, that is, there is something to ask, Ren Tingting shouted in the direction of Henry Zhang, "Brother Xuan, someone is looking for it."

She said and pointed in the direction of Henry Zhang, and motioned the man to go to Henry Zhang.

The middle-aged man stood up and walked towards Henry Zhang anxiously. Feng Shayan had already given up his seat with him and sat next to Henry Zhang. He sat in front of Henry Zhang, then looked at Henry Zhang and suddenly said: "Master, Help me, my house is haunted."

Haunting is the most common supernatural event, but Henry Zhang is not very nervous. Although the middle-aged man in front of him is panicked, his body is not heavy, and there is no entanglement of resentment. Even if it is haunted, he is not a ghost.

Henry Zhangdao: "Uncle, I don't know how to call it?" '

"My name is Wang Zhiyong, from Bazhou Village"

Before Wang Zhiyong finished speaking, Henry Zhang showed a look of surprise in his eyes, interrupted him, and asked, "Uncle Wang is from Bazhou Village?"Do you know Zhang Chulan? '

Bazhou Village, the name is familiar. It seems that Zhang Chulan's hometown is there, which is a coincidence.

"Chu Lan? That kid from the Zhang family, I know him well. He even had a big incident more than ten years ago. Master, do you know Chu Lan?"

Wang Zhiyong carefully asked about the relationship between Henry Zhang and Zhang Chulan, with a look of exploration in his eyes.

Henry Zhang nodded, and said: "Yes, Chu Lan is my friend. Uncle Zhang, don't call me Master, call me Henry Zhang."

Wang Zhiyong shook his head quickly, how could he dare to call Henry Zhang’s name directly, in his eyes, people who know such skills can’t call indiscriminately.

Seeing this, Henry Zhang had no choice but to change the topic and ask: "Uncle Wang, what happened to your family?" '

Seeing Henry Zhang asking about his family, Wang Zhiyong sighed heavily, his eyes flushed with shame, and he said: "It's my mother, she committed suicide by drinking pesticide."

Wang Zhiyong burst into tears, as if venting, he cried: "I'm sorry for my mother, because I'm not capable and can't support her, so she didn't want to drag me down and committed suicide by drinking pesticide. I'm useless, I'm sorry for her. "

Wang Zhiyong was a famous farm worker. His wife died early, leaving behind an eight or nine-year-old daughter, and his old mother who suffered a stroke and paralyzed one hand.

Life at home is difficult, relying on subsistence allowances, plus he works as a coolie on the construction site, earning a meager salary, and barely supports the family.

He has been working hard in this city all year round. In his old home, there are only old mothers and daughters who depend on each other. Life is very difficult. After all, the mother has to spend more than a thousand yuan on medicine every month, and the children have to pay tuition fees. There is nothing left.

Maybe the old lady knew that she was dragging her son down, so she drank pesticide and committed suicide. After the suicide, the father and daughter depended on each other, and the medicine money was saved. Maybe they could rent a better house in the city and accumulate some money slowly.

"Is it the old lady's ghost?"

Henry Zhang saw him talking about his old mother who committed suicide, and guessed the origin of this ghost in his heart.

Wang Zhiyong nodded, and he cried, "It's my mother, it's because she can't leave. Every night, I hear the sound of taking medicine from her room and her cry of pain."

Wang Zhiyong cried aloud as he said that drinking pesticides would not kill him immediately, and a long and painful process was indispensable. His mother was trapped in the room and could not go out, repeating the process of dying day after day.

For his son, listening to his mother's painful struggle without daring to see it with his own eyes was the greatest punishment.

He broke down in tears and begged: "Mr. Zhang, I beg you, please send my mother away." '

(End of this chapter)