There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 23: Inconsistent money (2 more)

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What?

Counting money and bleeding?

? ?

Shouldn't it be cramping after counting the money?

In the past two days, a creepy and weird thing has quietly spread among various businesses in the night market.

Some people actually get blood on their hands inexplicably when counting money. But there were obviously no wounds on his hands, and the money was clean.

There have been two merchants colliding against evil.

An old man said that it was money tainted with blood from a dead person, and it contained unjustified money, which meant that it contained unjustified blood.

It must be someone who has died and hasn't stopped. One day, the grievances are not clear.

Fangzheng’s first reaction was another supernatural incident?

This is regarded as the third supernatural event encountered in five days. This frequent probability made Fang Zheng feel cold behind his back after careful consideration.

Ordinary people like Lao Wang and others, after accidentally bumping into these, apart from panic, fear, and passive acceptance, there is no way to resist at all.

If you want to hide, you have nowhere to hide.

"Fangzheng, do you believe that in this world, there really are such...things?" Old Wang took a sip of beer and felt a little irritable.

Pharaoh was taboo, and he didn't bluntly say that he was... a ghost.

Speaking of ghosts at night, people are listening, and ghosts are listening.

"You have also seen that because of the blood money, the merchants in this circle are panicking. Even I started to be suspicious, and I was afraid that I would really get that kind of...thing. I really hope that the money was just accidentally stained. The stains or paints you get can be washed off with a wash. Whether it’s true or not, it’s best not to let me receive that stuff for the rest of my life. Thinking about it will make you shabby."

Pharaoh looked at the guy who was still struggling to launder money.

The eyes are very taboo.

"..." Founder was speechless, strong decontamination detergent with scrubbing brush? Are you sure this is not scrubbing clothes?

Founder asked for details about blood money.

Unfortunately, Pharaoh, including other merchants, has no clue.

After all, the name is not written on every piece of money, who does the money belong to, where does it live, and what is the phone number.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about my troubles. I still have three college students and children to make contributions. After graduating from college, I have to deposit for them to buy a house and get married. This food stall is inseparable for the rest of my life. You said to find me Say something is wrong, what is it?" Lao Wang looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng stated the purpose of this trip.

Merchants like Lao Wang do have their own way. After learning the purpose of Fang Zheng, Lao Wang tore off a blank sheet of paper from the account book, took a ballpoint pen and wrote an address to Fang Zheng.

Let him go to the Jufa Farmer’s Market and find a Zhang butcher named Zhang Qiwu.

I heard from Lao Wang that this butcher Zhang has been slaughtering pigs and selling pork for several generations. When the reform and liberation were just over, Butcher Zhang's grandfather had already slaughtered live animals for the commune.

Fang Zheng had a few drinks with Lao Wang again, and reminisced about the old days. When he left the boiling food stall, it was almost 2:40 in the morning.

At this time, all the merchants in the night market have also closed their stalls, and the streets have become empty again in the middle of the night. Only the street lights are like dusk withered, and the silence sneaks into the night with the wind.

Fangzheng learned that the Jufa Farmer’s Market had already opened at one or two in the morning. He has rushed over now, about 3:30 in the morning. At three in the morning, the restaurants, restaurants, and vegetable vendors who came to the farmer’s market to buy in early In other words, it is already very late.

Because of the good fruits and vegetables, only the "second-class goods" selected by restaurants and restaurants are left.

When Founder found Zhang Butcher's booth, Zhang Butcher had already set up a stall, because the more famous the breakfast shop, the more fresh pork was used to make meat buns every day.

When I first saw Butcher Zhang, he didn't look like a butcher at all.

Tufu Zhang is not a fat body and strong in people's impression, with a weight of 200 and his arms as thick as a bucket. In fact, Zhang Tufu is only about 170 in height, saying that he is like a well-proportioned fitness trainer, with a clean body, more like a butcher.

Butcher Zhang is probably in his thirties.

I haven't married yet.

At this time, in front of Zhang Butcher’s booth, there were several small restaurants and people from an early butcher shop who were buying freshly slaughtered pork.

Fang Zheng has been waiting quietly, politely waiting for these people to finish purchasing before he is ready to step forward.

"Big brother... can you let me... buy it first? Mom is sick. Grandma Xu said that eating meat can replenish the body and make her sick faster."

"Chenchen wants her to get well soon. Chenchen doesn't want to see her sad, please, big brother."

At this moment, a cute little girl with a pink face, nervously and timidly lowered her head, as if she felt that she had done something wrong and did not dare to look up at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng looked at the little girl in front of him, frowning slowly, without speaking.

The little girl's head was lowered lower, and she took a step back timidly, her head was low and she did something wrong. The child kept bowing and apologizing: "Sorry, I'm sorry, big brother, big brother, you...buy first. Mom said that good kids can't jump in line , Can’t trouble others."

The little girl was timid, she only dared to look down at her feet instead of looking at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng had a sore nose, sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his sour nose severely, and found Butcher Zhang to beat the tenderest tenderloin, holding a bag of pork in his hand, and then squatted down and rubbed gently. He rubbed the little girl's head and said with a gentle look: "Chenchen is so good. She is so sensible at such a young age. She knows how to take care of her mother. He is a sensible and well-behaved child."

"Good children should be rewarded with small red flowers. These pork should be rewarded to Chenchen as a big brother."

Fang Zheng handed out the bag in his hand.

The little girl with innocent, clean, and beautiful big eyes looked at Fang Zheng with joy, and then hurriedly took out a neatly folded ten-yuan note from her body. The little adult said seriously: "Thank you, big brother! Big brother, Chenchen will give you money."

Fangzheng smiled softly, touched the little girl's head affectionately, and said: "Big brother gave Chenchen for free. I hope Chenchen's mother will get better soon."

The little girl shook her head and said: "Big brother, my mother said Chenchen is a good boy, and a good boy must be kind and listen to his mother. You can’t steal things. Chenchen is rich."

The little girl tried to raise the ten-dollar note in her hand.

"Okay, okay, Chenchen spends money on elder brother's pork. Chenchen is so cute. Remember, always be kind and listen to your mother." Fang Zheng smiled.

Seeing that Fang Zheng took the money in her hand, the little girl Kaixing took over the bag in Fang Zheng's hand.

"Do you need Big Brother to send Chenchen home?" Fang Zhengdao.

"Thank you, big brother, Chenchen lives nearby, so it won't be troublesome to big brother."

The little girl has innocent and clean eyes, a sweet smile, and kindness. She bowed to Fang Zheng and said goodbye to her big brother. She was holding the bag in her arms with both hands, as if she was holding the most precious thing in the world. Things, jumping happily all the way away, gradually disappeared into the misty night outside the farmers' market.

Fang Zheng looked down at his palm.

His right hand with ten yuan was stained with blood at some point. It was scarlet and scarlet, and it was so prickly under the icy white light.