Wang Ye really had no clue about Zhou Han. He sighed, closed the diary and left the haunted house.
As for Zhou Han's shop.
Wang Ye thought about it seriously, why not...
Let's arrange it next door to the No. 7 grocery store.
If they are all from the underworld, it will make no difference where they are placed.
But if not...
He can also ask the underworld to help him keep an eye on her.
After all, there is an old lady from the underworld next door. Whatever you do, she will always be intimidated by her.
Wang Ye was very satisfied with this decision.
As if he had found the best home for his good friend, he happily held a lantern and closed it in the shop to the right of the No. 7 grocery store.
At this time the door of the grocery store was open.
Mao Yongan moved the rocking chair to the door, as if Po Meng wanted to bask in the sun.
After seeing Wang Ye.
Po Meng's expression changed: "Quick! Close the door! Carry the chair back and lock the door!"
"This god of plague is here again!"
At this moment, Mrs. Meng's voice was a little urgent, and the image of the gentle old lady seemed to have disappeared.
Wang Ye stood at the door, watching Mao Yongan glare at him and close the wooden door.
...
Messy in the wind.
A simple, lovely, kind-hearted child like me would be rejected one day?
Or are you saying that you are gradually becoming worse?
Wang Ye took a deep look at himself.
After returning home and saying hello to Xiao Wu, and confirming that there was nothing unusual about Xiao Er and Xiao Four, Wang Ye returned to the post office again and entered seclusion.
Spend twelve hours every day practicing.
For the other twelve hours, I kept reading the books I picked up from the Buddhist Sutra Pavilion.
The content was very messy, and Wang Ye wasted a long time just sorting it into categories.
After excluding some of the information that was useless to him and giving the Buddhist exercises to Zhang Ziliang, Wang Ye read through the books that recorded some history one by one.
Unfortunately...
There is still no record of the hundreds of years when the sudden break occurred.
In fact, before Eternal Night, some experts raised questions as to why the records of those hundreds of years seemed to disappear out of thin air, and what exactly had been lost by mankind.
However, many tombs and remains have been excavated, but no record of this has been found.
Perhaps, in the end, the answer can only be found in these three pages.
In the blink of an eye, another seven days passed.
But strangely, the post office did not issue any new tasks this time and seemed very silent.
"Have you been out of work lately?"
Wang Ye sat in the post office and asked questions.
The post office did not answer. On the contrary, the white-skinned monkey ran over with a smile: "Maybe it's because you have been working too hard recently, so I feel sorry for you?"
"Why do I feel more like the post office doesn't have anything good to reward me?"
Wang Ye complained.
As a result, after the words fell, the Yin energy inside the post office shook, and there seemed to be some dissatisfaction.
soon...
The white-skinned monkey froze on the spot, a little lost in thought.
After a while, it looked at Wang Ye and said awkwardly: "The mission... is here."
"explain!"
Wang Ye was looking forward to it.
Sure enough, everything that is not dead has its own weaknesses.
This post office seems a little afraid of excitement.
'Mission; wasteland, ghost market. '
'Requirement: Set up a stall, sell all the items within 24 hours, and as long as you make a profit in the end, the task will be completed. '
'Reward: 30% of profit. '
"Punishment for failure: You are not allowed to absorb Yin energy in the post office for ten days."
The white-skinned monkey became more and more excited as he read, and even his body began to tremble slightly.
good news.
What great news.
It only takes a day to complete the task.
Mission failed, another ten days.
If I could not see Wang Ye for eleven consecutive days, it would be a perfect and happy life.
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.
The post office seems a bit...petty.
Punishment has never been written before.
It's more like a child's mind.
But a wasteland ghost market?
It’s another place I’ve never heard of, but it’s exciting when I think about it.
The white-skinned monkey suddenly stood on the spot, stunned for a moment, and then glanced at Wang Ye with a strange expression: "The latest announcement from the post office is that masks are not allowed. You must use your original face."
? ? ?
Why was one suddenly added?
Wang Ye seemed to have thought of something, his body suddenly became a little stiff, and he said with a smile: "Well, I was just joking, don't do this, at least delete the mask."
Inside the post office, the yin energy rolled around again, like a silent mockery.
"Depend on!"
"I'm afraid of you?"
"If you don't wear a mask, I want 50% of the proceeds!"
Wang Ye cursed: "Otherwise, if I don't do this task, you might as well kill me directly."
"The post office said... don't say 50%, just 100%..."
The white-skinned monkey suddenly said something faintly at this time, and looked at Wang Ye with eyes full of sympathy.
...
really.
This mission post office has no layout at all, it is completely released randomly, just to do it yourself.
So vindictive.
Wang Ye gritted his teeth.
At this time, the white-skinned monkey trotted to the shelf, holding a tray and loading things into it.
A bottle of lamp oil.
Bloody helmet.
A big black iron pot.
There are even wooden boards to make up for...
Everything is a mess, but the aura emanating from it is really huge.
There are more than fifty pieces scattered here and there.
"You can stop!"
Wang Ye watched the white-skinned monkey enjoying himself. The tray was already full, but it was still piling it into it, and said in a cold voice.
If the mission fails, these items will be given to him, and he will be eager to pack more.
But the mission has requirements...
Within twenty-four hours, it was sold out.
If you don't sell all the items, you will be considered a mission failure and everything will be recycled.
Bit off more than you can chew!
This white-skinned monkey obviously wants to do something to himself.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye silently pulled out his one-meter-long ghost knife, which was full of dangerous aura.
The monkey, who had his back to Wang Ye, suddenly felt a sharp murderous aura coming from behind him. His body froze in place, and he turned his head mechanically and looked at Wang Ye. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and his expression was distorted: "I... .I said it was given by the post office, do you...do you believe it?"
"What do you think?"
Wang Ye smiled evilly, took two steps forward, and slowly raised the ghost knife, its cold light flashing.
"Brother, I also want you to gain more."
The white-skinned monkey knelt on the ground, picked up the tray, and said sincerely.
The one eye was staring at the ghost sword in mid-air.
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There are a few transitional chapters. I’m afraid you might say I’m too lazy and slow down the pace, so I’ll add a few more chapters. Then, Douyin only has more than 100 followers. Am I cool? I'm going to fill in a few pitfalls in advance in the extra chapter... Do you really want to watch it? Search: Xu Er's cat (that's the name) finally... There were so few rewards yesterday, please update in the sixth update.
