Lingwa's shop, just after Lu Yang left.
Yang Ning pointed to several names on the account book and asked Bastard Kezi to make calculations one by one.
The first name is the Thai royal family.
The tortoise's shell jumped on the table with a clang.
Taking into account the copper coins scattered on the table, Yang Ning frowned slightly and said, "Did you make a miscalculation? Does he really dare to rely on my money?"
"I remember that the Prince of Nantai, before he became a prince at that time, was very timid. He knelt down in front of my dear master and swore that he would pay the charity fee on time."
"So he became the prince later. Now, this one has the courage?"
On the table, the tortoise shell shook slightly.
Yang Ning thought for a while and said, "Human life is at stake, we must be cautious."
"I'll test this later, and count the next one first."
"Clang!"
The bastard shell jumped a second time.
Looking at the calculation results this time, Yang Ning shook his head and said: "This person has been in debt for more than two years. He really has no money. It is difficult for an expert to get to this point."
"Don't worry about this now. We won't get any money if we kill him. Let's look at the next one."
"Clang!"
The tortoise shell on the table jumped for the third time.
This time Yang Ning said himself: "Well, this person is wanted, his account has been blocked, and he can't pay back the money for the time being, which is understandable."
"Next."
"Clang!"
The bastard's shell jumped for the fourth time.
Looking at where the tortoise shells and copper coins were scattered this time, Yang Ning smiled slightly and said: "Very good, rich, and everything is normal, but you still don't pay back the money you owe me..."
"Well, we won't get any money if we keep him, so why don't we just keep him?"
Yang Ning turned to Mingming in the corner next to him and said, "Come on, write down this name."
With eyes almost full of Yang Ning and no room for anything else, Ming Ming hugged his diary and ran forward obediently to take a look at the name on the account book.
Then, he opened the diary, turned over a few pages, and a blood-red name slowly appeared on it.
But the name was missing the last touch.
Yang Ning nodded and said: "Yes, that's it. Let's solve it together later."
Hearing Yang Ning's compliment, the little stars in Mingming's eyes kept popping up, and his face was filled with a happy smile.
Here Yang Ning continued: "Bastard, next one."
"Clang!"
...
Ten minutes passed.
Yang Ning looked at the six names on Mingming's notebook and said to Bastard Kezi: "Test these six names again."
Bastard Kezi shook on the spot.
Yang Ning refused: "No, it's said that human life is at stake. Even if you are my bastard, there is still a chance that something will happen."
"Jump a few more times."
The bastard had no choice but to dance again.
On the side, Ming Ming said foolishly: "Chengcheng is so kind!"
Yang Ning glanced at her and said, "Don't talk about this kind of thing that everyone knows about again."
"Okay!"
Soon, the results of Bastard Kezi's second calculation came out.
The result is exactly the same as before.
Yang Ning immediately lost interest when he saw this. He looked at the fate book and saw that in the past two days, he had accumulated more than ten good karma passively. He yawned and said, "Okay, Mingming, put these If you are still alive and don’t plan to pay us back, just take it.”
"Okay!"
The next second, all six missing names in the notebook were filled in.
Then six more dead people appeared in the world in this second.
Among them was the Prince of Nantai who was visiting the Federation of Stars.
Of course, Yang Ning is not interested in whether he is a prince or not, they are all the same in his eyes.
They are all people who owe themselves money and still don't pay back even if they have money. How can they be classified as superior or inferior?
After all this busy work, it was evening.
The already crowded Yundu Road Pedestrian Street has become more crowded.
Yang Ning looked at the passers-by outside the store and the setting sun in the evening, and sighed: "Why did this day go by so fast?"
Behind him, Mingming rushed to say: "Because Chengcheng is living a fulfilling life!"
Fatty Sun, who was all burnt and black, muttered in a low voice: "Because you didn't get up until almost eleven o'clock, so you are lazier than when I was alive."
Clay figurine Tuigong: "Bah!"
The kiddies nearby immediately distanced themselves from Big Fatty Sun, fearing that they would also be hit by the thunder from the sky.
Yang Ning glanced at Big Fatty Sun lazily. He was telling the truth and it was not easy for him to do anything.
Clay figurine Tuigong: "Bah!"
Yang Ning: "..."
"Bliss!"
The tugong, who was struggling to lick the ice cream box, suddenly found that his world had turned dark.
He put down the ice cream box, looked up and saw Yang Ning standing in front of him, blocking the light.
Yang Ning: "Silly?"
There was a look of embarrassment on the little old man's face. He just licked the box little by little and made no more noise.
Yang Ning asked: "Is this delicious? How is it better than your green apple?"
The clay figurine Tuigong hesitated for a moment, then held up the ice cream box that he had licked clean, showing a look of disgust on his face.
Yang Ning: "Then I won't get your share of the ice cream tonight. I'll buy you an apple tonight."
Clay figurine Digong: “?!”
He wanted to say something more, but Yang Ning turned and left, not giving him a chance to speak.
The landowner ran forward, but Yang Ning gently lifted his foot and rubbed him aside.
Next, he took the cello box with the little golden corpse to the storage room at the back, and all the trophies from this trip were placed.
Except for Tudong.
When the night falls completely, it's time to eat again.
Under the eager gaze of the demonic Buddha's hand bone on the wall, Yang Ning chose to eat at the night market on the pedestrian street outside.
When they came back, all the little ghosts and little golden corpses were given ice cream, and the earthly gentleman was really given a bunch of green apples.
Landlord: "..."
That night, it was around eleven o'clock.
Wow!
A cold autumn night rain fell on Zhongzhou, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road in Yundu.
After asking the bastard to do some math, Yang Ning found out that there would be no guests coming tonight, so Yang Ning lay down on the floor made by a few little ghosts and fell asleep early.
In Lingwa's shop, the wind chimes hanging above the shop door swayed gently, the flames of several soul lamps were dim, and the autumn night rain outside made it a peaceful and peaceful scene.
It was at this time that the bored father-in-law sitting in the corner of the shop looked unhappy at the apple in front of him.
After hearing Yang Ning's slight snoring, Tu Tu Gong looked around cautiously, and then he crawled towards the door of the store very gently.
Just as he climbed to Yang Ning's desk, Tu Tu Gong discovered that among the several soul lamps in front of the desk, the flame of the first soul lamp had changed.
As a night wind carrying rain and moisture blew by, the flame of the first soul lamp gradually shrank, shrank, and shrank again...
Shrunk to the end, boom!
A violent blue flame shot straight to the ceiling of Lingwa's shop!
This scene startled the local man who wanted to crawl out secretly!
When he turned around, he found that the looming old man's face had become increasingly blurry in the burning flames of the first soul lamp.
...
