I can't be a demon

"What is the basis for the amount of experience gained during appraisal? I still don't understand."

"The two-hundred-year-old snuff bottle someone sent me a few days ago is still made of sapphire. Why didn't you provide any professional experience?"

"Too metaphysical."

"The progress of Chao Feng has reached 100%, and the magical power of Wisdom Eyes should be promoted, but, since the profession is limited, it really doesn't mean much."

For every ten percent more Chaofeng's career progresses, he will receive one martial arts point, which can presumably be used to improve his internal and external skills.

It's a pity that the martial arts skills in the pawn shop are relatively simple, just a few moves of using a stick and a knife, which are not recognized by the professional panel at all.

As for the martial arts gym.

In fact, Shen Hansheng was helping Shen Lian look for a martial arts gym two and a half years ago.

However, all the martial arts gyms in Yanliang Town have gang backgrounds, and someone in the martial arts gym will die every now and then.

The most outrageous thing is that the Nanshan martial arts school that was wiped out not long ago had only thirty or forty permanent disciples and instructors, but the Yamen found 175 fresh corpses.

There are rumors that they are ghosts, but a large number of corpses cannot appear out of thin air, right? Eighty percent of it was a fight between gangs, and the government deliberately downplayed the impact.

"The world is dangerous, and it would be difficult to move forward without martial arts."

Although Shen Lian is very satisfied with his current poor life as a wealthy family, he still has to consider self-protection.

"When the old man sells the antiques and returns to Yanliang Town, the progress of the Chaofeng profession will be almost 100%. Well, the points are enough."

There is no way to avoid the struggle in the arena, so just earn enough points and take shortcuts.

"If you enter the martial arts gym, maybe you can find a career as a warrior?"

Chapter 2 How could I be a demon?

Not long after Xiaohan passed, heavy snow fell in Yanliang Town.

The streams outside the city are frozen.

If the weather is suitable, Shen Lian will not stay in the pawn shop all day. Occasionally, he will go to the market in Yanliang Town to scan for antique calligraphy and paintings. Naturally, he does not want to suffer in the cold weather.

Turn on the stove and drink half a bowl of warm rice wine.

Wouldn't it be nice to be drowsy for half a day?

To Shen Lian's surprise, he seemed to have good fortune recently, and his daily income from selling money at the pawn shop was increasing day by day.

There are always a few pieces of antique calligraphy and painting with experience all day long. In just a few months, Chaofeng's career progress has quietly reached 95.3%.

The only unpleasant thing was the delay in seeing Shen Hansheng return home.

The mountain was blocked by heavy snow and official roads were difficult to travel, so Shen Hansheng inevitably chose to stay in Gaojia Town. He thought it would be good to go to Yanliang Town a few years ago.

Also because of the sudden drop in temperature, the pawn shop business has become deserted.

At three o'clock in the morning, Shen Lian walked into the front hall of the pawn shop.

"Ha~"

He slept until noon after finishing his fresh meal, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the armchair.

The clerk was not surprised, but Mr. Wang hesitated to speak.

Mr. Wang thought to himself: "Otherwise, if we let the shopkeeper arrange marriage arrangements for Shen Lian, how could he make such a fool of himself every day when he is still studying?"

He glanced at the starling and said, "It's better than a bird working hard."

After a while, Shen Lian snored again and again.

Whenever there was a shortage of firewood for the stove, a waiter would diligently replenish it.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

The silence of the pawn shop was broken when Ding Ding opened the ajar door.

A slovenly-dressed middle-aged man walked into the pawn shop and looked at everyone in the room eagerly, with some satisfaction in his eyes.

"I...I'm here to pawn."

He took out the scroll from his arms. The paper was worn and yellowed.

The moment the middle-aged man's fingers touched the scroll, he murmured to himself in a panic: "Madam, don't be anxious, don't be anxious..."

Ba Ge tilted his head and shouted: "Ah~ who cares about calling me mother? Call me Ba Ye!"

The middle-aged man waved his hands away in disgust, and the stench filled the air.

Mr. Wang frowned slightly and winked at Dang Ding in front of the shop. One day Ding Ding quietly came within half a meter of the middle-aged man and was waiting.

He had no intention of driving people away immediately.

Mr. Wang has been in the pawn shop for decades and has seen all kinds of customers, many of whom pretend to be crazy and act foolishly, just wanting to exchange for more copper coins.

Since the middle-aged man did have antique calligraphy and paintings, he planned to take a look at them before talking.

Besides, who knows if the beggar on the street was once a wealthy businessman?

The middle-aged man stroked the scroll gently, his pale face turning a little rosy: "It's funny, my wife is too afraid of birth."

"If you come to the wrong place, you can leave with the shipment."

"No, no, no, I came right."

Wang Lao looked at the half-exposed scroll with his peripheral vision, and noticed that the scroll was quite old, perhaps two or three hundred years old.

Unfortunately, the integrity is too poor, and there are still traces of rat gnawing on the edges of the paper. Even if it is an authentic work by a celebrity, it cannot be sold for a few coins.

"Sir, do you want to live or die?"

Live pawn means that although the goods are sold to a pawn shop, there is a written document between them and they can be redeemed within a certain period of time.

If you die, there will be no redemption papers, but the price will be higher.

"Hudang, of course it's Hudang. I'll pick her up in a few days..."

The middle-aged man was mumbling, and carefully handed out the scroll. His exposed skin was covered with frostbite, but the scroll was not dirty at all.

Shen Lian stretched and woke up.

He saw that the middle-aged man was indeed a rough guy, and his appearance was inexplicably familiar, so he turned to ask the waiters beside him who were talking to each other.

"Fugui, do you recognize him?"

Fugui gloated and said, "Going back to the young master's house, the one the master mentioned before is the Li Duan who lost everything."

"No wonder, he must have suffered from hysteria during the ups and downs."

Li Duan was originally a grain merchant in Yanliang Town, but he lost all the wealth accumulated by his ancestors in a few years.

Shen Hansheng once went to the Li Mansion to collect antique calligraphy and paintings.

Shen Lian last heard about Li Duan half a year ago. He didn't expect that the latter was still alive and didn't know where he lived in the cold winter of December.

"Let me take a look."

Old Wang opened the scroll.

In the painting, a woman was holding an oil umbrella. Her appearance was not clear, but the proportions of her hands and feet were far beyond those of ordinary people, revealing a sense of coldness.

"No seal, no signature, only painting skills, anyway..."

Before Old Wang finished speaking, Li Duan in front of him screamed for no reason.

"My wife, spare my life, I didn't mean to delay!!!"

Li Duan knelt on the ground, knocking his head hard on the floor tiles, blood staining his clothes red, looking at the scroll with horror.

Old Wang felt a chill in his heart, and felt that the woman in the painting became clearer and clearer.

"Haha, woooo."

Li Duan rushed to the counter.

Dang Ding saw this and quickly held Li Duan down, "You come here to beg for money and act wildly, don't you know how much you weigh!"

Shen Lian was afraid that Li Duan would die in the pawnshop, so he quickly signaled Dang Ding to drive him out.

"My wife, please don't abandon me. I can't live without you."

Li Duan's face was bloody and half of his nose was exposed. He stroked the scroll tremblingly, and a trace of a miserable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"My wife..."

He stared at the scroll, and blood dripped from his forehead.

In Li Duan's eyes, the woman in the painting lifted the oil umbrella, her faceless head drooped, her abdomen was cracked, her sharp teeth were exposed, and her intestines turned into a tongue.

It was not an ordinary scroll, it was clearly a hungry ghost that eats people! ! !

Shen Lian and others felt that Li Duan's hysteria was either getting worse or he was going to extort money. Little did he know that the scroll was a hot potato.

"My lady, I'll be happy if you're willing to see me."

Li Duan's facial features were grim, and his chest was rising and falling violently.

He knew that if his lady became interested, everyone in the pawnshop would be wiped out, and he recalled the bloody scene in his mind.