[You sold an old piece of clothing and got a piece of linen. 】
[You sold an old oil lamp and got a broken stone on the roadside. 】
Well……
[You sold a kitchen knife that has experienced time and got a fine iron dagger. 】
[You sold a pot of multigrain porridge and got a bucket of glutinous rice. 】
[You sell a can of well water and get a bucket of mountain spring. 】
[You sold a bundle of dry firewood and got a basket of charcoal. 】
Song Ciwan enthusiastically tried to sell various things. Finally, when the sixth sale was completed, a message suddenly came from the scales of heaven and earth.
It turns out that including the "Eight-point Hermit Morale" and other items she sold before, she had a total of ten sales today.
There is an upper limit to the number of times the Heaven and Earth Scale can be redeemed and sold every day, which is exactly ten times!
Only then did Song Ciwan stop with his intention. He could sell it ten times a day, which was quite a lot. As long as she persists for a period of time, it will be enough for her to stock up some of her daily necessities such as food, clothing, housing and transportation into the scale of heaven and earth.
Having food in hand and no panic in mind is also a sense of security.
Song Ciwan said to Dabai Goose: "Dabai, we Chinese people have a certain characteristic. Do you know what it is?"
Big White Goose: "Gah, gah?"
Song Ciwan: "Want to know? Hehe, I won't tell you!"
The big white goose flapped its wings and flew three feet high: "Quack, quack, quack!"
Goose feathers flew up and people were running quickly in the courtyard.
At the beginning of the hour, Suyang City entered a curfew.
The night is getting darker, and the drizzle is falling again, lingering with the autumn wind.
In Jishanfang, Song Ciwan practiced seriously at home, gradually forgetting both things and myself, and did not know anything about the world.
In the seemingly peaceful city of Suyang, there are all kinds of strange things happening in the dark corners, spreading wildly and pervasively.
The manpower of the Demon-Slaying Guards of the Hanging Deng Division is severely insufficient, and the pointer of the demon-hunting compass is spinning crazily.
A monster suddenly appeared in a rich family's home, and dozens of people died one after another before they finally discovered that it was the concubine of the owner of the family who secretly worshiped the fox monster in his boudoir;
A watchman was drained of his essence in the middle of the night. After tracing, he found out that it was his clepsydra that gave birth to evil thoughts;
One night, a scholar was obsessed with reading and wanted to kill his wife. The Demon Killing Guards came and tied him up, only to find out where the book the scholar was reading was. It turns out to be the monster in the painting!
…
There are too many, and the existence of monsters is all kinds of weird and weird. If these things about catching monsters spread, the people who keep Suyang City will have new things to talk about every day and every night, and they will be unable to replace them.
In the backyard of Xu's house in the north of the city, there were corpses everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.
The raindrops were dripping on people's bodies. Zhang Ping, the captain of the Demon-Slaying School, held the dead fox demon in one hand, raised his foot to push aside the corpse of a soap official in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, clean up. Okay, just go back and settle down, and those who sacrifice will be given a hundred taels of pension according to the old rules."
After saying that, he picked up the fox corpse and turned around to leave.
The rain rippled under his feet. Some of the soap officials behind him had numb expressions, while others rolled their eyes.
"Brother Zhang, wait a minute, little brother!" Tao Feng, the new captain of the Demon-Slaying School, quickly followed up. The two of them walked away in the rainy night. Tao Feng said with fear, "Brother Zhang, this fox demon is so powerful today." Well, I’m afraid it doesn’t take a hundred years of Taoism to be close to being a psychic!”
Zhang Ping remained silent, and Tao Feng said again: "Otherwise, our brother Zhang is more powerful. The fox demon who has been practicing for a hundred years can also be easily captured. That move of the blood-breaking knife is really like a thunderbolt that shakes the sky, and gods and ghosts make changes! The light of the knife flashes like that. …”
The more Tao Feng talked, the more excited he became, and he praised Zhang Ping as being extremely powerful, but Zhang Ping became more and more silent.
Until Tao Feng sighed again: "In the past half month, more and more demons have appeared, and a bunch of them can breed if you are not careful. The Qingguang Formation can only stop the big demons from entering the city, and those little demons are like mice." It seems like I got in somehow, it’s so damn annoying!”
Zhang Ping suddenly said: "That's wrong."
"What?" Tao Feng was a little confused.
Zhang Ping said: "It's not that the number of half-moon monsters started to increase recently, it started at the beginning of this year."
Tao Feng is new this year, and he doesn't realize that the Demon-killing Guard from previous years is actually an idle yamen!
Zhang Ping's voice mixed with the sound of rain, with an indescribable ambiguity and hoarseness: "It started at the beginning of the year when the Dragon King of Hengshui started to behave in anger..."
Tao Feng didn't hear clearly and asked: "Brother Zhang, what did you say?"
…
Zhang Ping paused for a moment when he saw a sudden thunder strike in the sky, boom!
Under the white light, the Milky Way hung upside down and heavy rain poured down.
Song Ciwan woke up in the middle of the night from the state of forgetful cultivation. When he opened his eyes, he saw only white light and thunder outside the window, and the big white goose squeaked out of his den and walked in the yard. He flapped his wings and became a drowned goose.
Song Ciwan carried it back to the house in the rain, put on his raincoat, and hurriedly climbed to the roof to pick up tiles to repair the house.
There was no way, the house was leaking because of the continuous rain. It was raining heavily outside, and it was raining lightly at home. If we didn't repair it quickly in the rain, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
The big white goose poked its head at the door of the house and called anxiously: "Gah!"
Song Ciwan said: "Be good and wait patiently."
While collecting tiles to repair the house, I heard that the neighbors on the left and right were also awakened by the heavy rain.
The chaos was filled with exclamations and voices from the neighbors: "God! Why is it raining like this?"
"There's water in the house! Dad, get up and fix the roof!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Master...what's wrong with you?"
In the distance, there seemed to be a long and sad cry, cutting through the rain curtain.
It wasn't until daylight that the rain stopped.
A ray of early sunshine in the east lights up the clouds and glows, bringing out thousands of golden lights at dawn.
However, the streets and alleys are still full of water and wet.
Song Ciwan brought his oil-paper umbrella again, ordered the big white goose to look after the house, and then went out to work.
While walking on the road, I heard neighbors talking: "The boss of the Feng family is dead, and the Guo family was brought back last night. He was bloody. I heard there were paw prints on his body!"
"Paw prints? Hiss! Are they the same as the ones from the Song family? They were killed by monsters?"
"Yes, it's the same thing. People came from above and were given fifty taels of pension..."
Song Ciwan walked through people's discussions. The "drop in the ocean" she practiced last night had initially achieved results. No one noticed her, and everyone was talking among themselves.
She then understood that the screams and cries in the rainy night last night were because another official died in Jishanfang!
In Suyang City, the rampant evil spirits have turned the fast-moving police officer into a high-risk profession second only to the laundry boy.
Yes, the laundromat is more dangerous.
Song Ciwan came to the washing room and heard Manager Wu finish the roll call and said to another steward: "There are five missing in the washing room and three missing in the divided room. The patrol department reported that they are all dead. ”
Another manager Hu frowned and said: "These handymen always die a few more times every time there is thunder. They are really troublesome, so I will transfer three more from the second bathroom."
They discussed human life indifferently, and then Song Ciwan was moved to the grass washroom together with the other two new handymen.
This was the first time Song Ciwan entered the grass washroom. The things placed in the grass washroom are all the corpses of monsters that have not yet been divided.
To be honest, the image impact is a bit big.
Especially when Song Ciwan touched the body of a fox demon, the scales of heaven and earth appeared automatically again!
A ball of illusory Qi with a slight red light appeared on the scale: [The spirit of fox demon and confusion can be sold for one, two or three coins. 】
