Dazhou Immortal Calendar, seven hundred and twenty-five years.
A sudden autumn rain washed the streets and alleys of Suyang City clean.
Song Ciwan found that he had traveled through time.
When she confirmed this, she was holding a bag of dolphin demon's intestines in her hand, standing at a loss on the bluestone of the long street.
Pedestrians all around took shelter from the rain, but she stood still, her eyes only staring at the pavilions and pavilions on both sides of the long street. The ancient scenery looked like a drowned rat.
What kind of world is this?
In the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, there are people, demons, gods, ghosts, and demons running rampant in the world!
Warriors split mountains and seas, great scholars wrote pens and made things come true, immortals called for wind and rain, and Buddha's golden body became immortal.
It's a pity that there are so many strong people, but they are all so far away. Natural disasters and evil disasters still continue, and the people are suffering.
Her original body took a small job at the Demon Refining Station under the Suyang City Government Office——
Don't get me wrong, this is not a job of slaying demons. The place where she really works is the laundry room of Demon Refining Station Huan. What she washes is not the bystanders, but the corpses of demons, filthy and vicious!
The dead demon is full of treasures, which can be used in refining elixirs, refining weapons, and even drawing talismans.
But even though the demon is dead, his viciousness still remains. If it is used directly to refine alchemy, implements, or draw talismans, various accidents will inevitably occur, and the refined items will often be contaminated and cannot be used.
At this time, the setting up of the laundry room is a matter of course.
After all, the time and energy of alchemy masters, talisman masters, and weapon refiners are so precious, how can they be wasted on such trivial matters as demon cleansing?
Setting up a cleaning room and recruiting mortals to cleanse demons would also give many homeless mortals a way to survive. Who wouldn't be able to praise such a kind deed after seeing it?
Except that the mortals who work in the cleaning room often don't live more than three to five years because they have been corroded by the vicious energy for a long time, and their bodies, bones, and souls are polluted and damaged, and they are prone to die violently. They don't seem to have any other problems.
In this world, mortals who cannot survive are like leeks after the rain. When one crop disappears, there will always be a new one sprouting out. There is always that desperate person who kneels outside the demon refining platform and begs to sign a contract as a handyman in the cleaning room.
Yes, you have to beg for help as a demon-cleaning handyman, waiting for someone in charge to take pity on you and give you a job, otherwise you won’t be able to take your turn!
After all, although the demon-cleaning handyman doesn't live long, his wages are "high."
Only Song Ciwan's original situation was slightly different.
She actually has a family, although not much: Jishanfang in the south of the city, a single-door house with two rooms, no ownership, but the right to live.
The house was passed down from her deceased father Song Youde, and its ownership belonged to the imperial court. It was a public house and was specially used to house the officials of the government.
Song Youde was originally a clerk in the Fucheng Yamen class. When he followed the masters of the Demon-killing Guards of the Hanging Deng Division to catch demons, he was unfortunately killed by the demons. He died in the line of duty.
When the Yamen was handling the funeral affairs, they did not take back the house assigned to him, but still left it to Song Youde's wife and daughter to live in.
In addition, there is another pension, fifty taels of silver!
Based on this level of pension, it stands to reason that after Song Youde's death, his wife and daughter should still be able to live on.
But Song's wife had no choice but to be frail. As soon as Song Youde's body was brought back, Song's wife fell ill.
She never got up from this illness again. In order to treat her illness, the remaining money of the Song family, including the pension, was drained away like water in a short period of time. Later, they even borrowed a lot of foreign debt.
But even so, her life could not be saved, and she soon followed her husband Song Youde to Huangquan.
Song Ciwan's original body lost her parents one after another in just a few months, and she also owed a lot of foreign debt. In addition, there were gradually rumors in the market that she was a lone star of evil, punishing her six relatives. Her parents were She was beaten to death! Her husband's family, who were originally engaged to her, also hurriedly broke off the engagement with her. The young lady suffered frequent blows and was overwhelmed. At this point, she was really despairing.
Thinking that he still had a lot of foreign debts to repay, he simply asked his father's former colleagues to get a job in the laundry room of the Demon Refining Platform.
No matter how you save your life and save some money, you must at least pay off all your foreign debts before you can die cleanly?
…
On the long street, Song Ciwan read through the original memory, and before he knew it, his eyes were wet with tears.
She raised her head, and the rain washed over her face. She couldn't tell whether the water on her face was salty or bitter. She just felt that her brain was in a mess. She is also sad when the original body is sad, and she is also in pain when the original body is in pain. They are highly empathic, as if they are one body.
This world, this world...
boom!
Between heaven and earth, a white light suddenly flashed.
The thunderbolt shook the sky, and the thunder roared.
"It's thundering! Hurry!" People on both sides of the street screamed.
There were those who were walking fast and had already taken shelter from the rain, and there were also those who were in a state of desolation. They wanted to go into a nearby store to take shelter, but were chased away by the store owner: "Go, go, dirty and smelly things are coming to our house too." , Can you step on this realm? Get out of here!"
The downtrodden were driven away, the honorable were welcomed in.
The world is bustling with people in all kinds of ways.
A man wearing a gray uniform with wide red cuffs was kicked out of the teahouse. His feet twisted and he fell to the street.
The rain hit his whole body, and he struggled to raise his head. The next moment, thunder in the sky was like a wild snake flying, and the slender white light suddenly turned and suddenly fell on top of his head.
"Ah -" people screamed, "someone was struck by lightning!"
"This man is the laundromat!"
The handyman in the cleaning room is corrupted by the evil spirits, and his body is inauspicious, and he often dies unexpectedly!
"Unlucky things, stay away from death..."
"Ahhh!"
Amidst the panicked and angry screams of the people, Song Ciwan quickly took off his gray coat with the same iconic red edge, held it in his arms, held the dolphin demon's intestines in his other hand, and headed towards A grocery store runs at the corner of the long street.
Underneath her gray coat was a linen mourning garment, which also looked unlucky.
The clerk at the grocery store shouted impatiently: "What are you doing? What are you doing? You're covered in water, so you're not allowed to come in!"
Song Ciwan took out five copper coins from the wallet at his waist, held them in his palm, let go of the waiter's obstruction, and rushed into the grocery store.
"I'm buying fire discounts. Do you have any?"
The waiter immediately beamed and grabbed the five copper coins: "Young lady, you told me earlier, we have a lot of hot deals here!"
It didn't matter that Song Ciwan had brought the rain. The waiter pulled the cloth from the corner and came over to mop the floor diligently.
The heavy rain outside the door turned into a curtain of water. Song Ciwan stood in the corner knowingly, but there was a trance in front of him.
Strange, isn't she standing in a grocery store? Why is there something suddenly wrong with her vision?
Look what she saw?
The grocery store is still there, but like the base map in a two-layer world, it has become a background board. On the upper layer of the background board, there are nebulae gathering like a strong wind.
Hoo, ho—
The clouds gather together and roar, and the stars and rivers ripple.
At this moment, a slender white pole suddenly jumped forward from the abyss-like clouds, like a dragon waving its head.
Stab!
The nebula is torn apart, the boundary between heaven and earth is divided, the clear light rises, and the turbid air sinks.
Bai Gan's whole body twisted at this moment, and was finally fully exposed.
This is a steelyard. It turns out to be a steelyard!
The white ones are the scale rods, and the black ones are the weights and pans.
There is a steel scale between heaven and earth, but there is a ball of gray-white gas lying on the scale.
Song Ciwan looked at it for a moment, and then he felt as if a line of words flashed through his mind: [Violence, three taels and four cents, can be sold. 】
What?
Song Ciwan blinked. The grocery store was still there, and the black and white scales were also there, but they were half virtual and half real, as if they existed in a gap in some void of time and space. They were blurry and hard to distinguish between true and false.
This, what on earth is this?
