God-Level Exchange System

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There is a main road outside the old street. Song Fei walks along the street, which is one of the ways Song Fei often uses to pass the time.

After about 5 minutes of walking, Song Fei saw a woman approaching, a woman in her 30s. Wearing an orange-yellow Uesugi similar to work clothes, Uesugi’s collar is a wrinkled collar, dignified, yet beautiful. Black slacks with black high heels.

In Song Fei’s opinion, her face is fair enough, and she should be regarded as a beautiful girl when she is thrown into the ordinary person group. However, the woman’s face was a bit pale, and a slight haze on her forehead made the original sunny look add an unusual shackle.

Lying on the Imperial Tutor chair, Song Fei looked out of the street, and often saw all kinds of beauties. What really interested Song Fei was not the appearance of the woman, but the shadow behind her.

The shadow was the soul of a deceased person. Generally, the appearance of ghosts was what they looked like when they died. This soul was cut off from the right chest to the abdomen, and the wound was dripping with red blood.

A woman haunted by ghosts, Song Fei secretly.

Ghost debts, or retribution, have cause and effect, Song Fei is too lazy to care. It’s just been a long time since I saw these things in person. Song Fei looks at the new scenery as much as I can.

The woman thought that Song Fei’s eyes were on her, and asked Song Fei with a smile: “This little brother, is there a hotel here?”

Song Fei said, “Going to the inside of this street, there is a Green River Hotel.” I think Zhao Rong is a nice person and doesn’t mind helping her lead a business.

I just don’t know what kind of expression Zhao Rong will know when there is such a shadow on the woman’s head.

The woman kept smiling, “Thank you.”

Maybe it was close, she noticed that Song Fei’s gaze was not focused on her, but not far behind her.

The woman followed Song Fei’s gaze and saw that there was nothing behind her, as if she suddenly thought of something, her face suddenly turned pale, and her emotions became a little excited. She asked Song Fei: “What are you looking at, tell me, What do you see.”

Song Fei laughed, withdrawing his eyes from the ghost and laughing at her: “It is a blessing not a curse, but a curse cannot be avoided.”

After the woman heard it, her face became paler, and she bumped into it, saying, “What to do, what to do. Where are you, where are you?”

Now Song Fei has let go of his mind, saying that sentence just suddenly remembered such a sentence, as to what is useless to her, he will not take care of it, but did n’t expect that she would have such a big reaction.

What an interesting woman.

Song Fei did not continue to hang out, but followed the woman moved towards the hotel. When I entered the hotel, I found that the little girl Gu Tong had registered a room with the woman and went to the single room on the second floor.

Zhao Rong was also absent. Song Fei was sitting at the coffee table in front of the counter, and began to brew tea.

No tea was found on the coffee table, and Song Fei freely exchanged some Tieguanyin.

“Young man, is there any room available?” At this moment, a loud middle-aged male voice sounded beside Song Fei, Song Fei looked up, and the hotel’s doorway entered a man in his fifties who dressed strangely.

He is said to be strangely dressed because in this year, people with long hair are not uncommon, but it is not common to put the hair behind his head and comb it into the shape of an ancient priest. Not to mention not only making this hairstyle, but also wearing goods running around the Eight Diagrams robe.

Even more bizarre is that the priest also had a whisk in his hand, and a peach sword in his back. This peach sword is engraved with several runes that drop ghosts.

From these runes on the Taomu sword, we can see that this Taoist priest should know how to count down ghosts and the like.

Song Fei looked into the woman’s room upstairs, thinking: this time is more interesting.

The priest booked the room, and handed Gu Tong a card and said, “little girl, this is my business card. Please contact me if you need anything.”

Then the Taoist went to Song Fei’s side and handed Song Fei a card saying, “Little Brother, this is my business card.”

Song Fei took the business card from the Taoist, and motioned him to sit down, washed him a tea cup, and poured a cup of tea.

The Taoist sighed after drinking: “Tea is good tea, but it’s a pity that you spoiled.”

Song Fei laughed and pushed the tea set in front of him and said, “Come on.” Then he looked at the business card that he had passed to him.

The entire business card is earthen-colored, and a pattern of 8 hexagrams is printed in the upper left corner. The largest characters are written in the middle of the front: Qing Xu True Master, Zhang Zhaoxuan.

There is a note at the end of the name: Zhang Heavenly Master 89th generation descendants.

This remark is really arrogant. Song Fei heard that the real Zhang Heavenly Master’s heirs have almost 100 generations. Now living in Taiwan, didn’t expect a generation of Dragons Tiger Sect descendants. I really don’t know what will happen to this business card when it is seen by current generations. Is it called Sect Founder, or is it chased after him?

Either way, it’s very interesting, Song Fei thought maliciously.

The contact information is printed in other places on the business card. Compared with other business cards, the front is not much different than the other business cards.

The main business is printed on the back: fortune-telling, naming, word-writing, misfortune, watching feng shui, choosing a graveyard, cutting evil spirits, and removing monsters.

After reading the text on the business card, Song Fei threw him on the coffee table covered with tea, as if the Taoist did not see Song Fei spoiling his business card, as if he had devoted all his energy to tea distribution.

Seeing his series of actions, like a magician’s technique, in one go, it is very beautiful and fast, but without losing his elegance, it can be seen that this guy is still a master of tea art.

After the tea was brewed, the Taoist brewed 2 cups, placed one in front of Song Fei, then picked up his cup and slowly smelled it, looking very intoxicated.

Song Fei picked up the tea cup and drank it into his stomach. The tea made by this priest is indeed better than Song Fei’s. Seeing the Taoist sip, he did n’t mean to continue pouring tea for Song Fei. Song Fei had to pick up the tea cup and pour it by himself. After drinking 3 cups in a row, the Taoist drank the tea in his mouth with a very reluctant expression. belly. After drinking the first cup and being intoxicated for a while, I started pouring the second cup.

Another little girl in the hotel, Li Xiaomei, carrying a bucket and a mop, began to mop the floor. Seeing the Taoist priest in front of Song Fei, a curious expression appeared on his face, and he wanted to ask, but did not dare to step forward. Song Fei looked funny, this sister’s hometown should be very believe in ghosts and gods, so this girl saw the Taoist dress, and immediately thought. But looking at tea with Song Fei, I thought it was Song Fei’s friend, sorry.

Song Fei looked funny, jokingly said: “This master has to be an expert, but it’s hard to see now in ordinary cities.”

When the priest heard the word “expert”, he straightened his waist and sat up straighter.

Li Xiaomei, the courage, was so courageous. After hearing Song Fei’s prompts, she quickly put the bucket and mop in the corner, and quickly came to the Song Fei, facing the Taoist Tao: “Master, give me a fortune teller. “