The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 878: Purple Qi Brings Good Luck

Chapter 878: Purple Qi Brings Good Luck
Most of the opium was monopolized by local tycoons. If you didn't have money to buy a restaurant ticket, you would have to go to the street to look for "white cloth bags" - who knows what kind of rotten stuff was mixed in it? People with a little status would not eat it.

Zhou Xiang considered himself a craftsman, and no matter how dishonorable he was, he would not reach this point.

"Go away, I didn't plan to pay today."

"Oh..." The waiter squinted at him, his eyes were all white: "Then Mr. Zhou, you take a rest? I'll be busy first?"

He left the person at the door and walked away.

Familiar faces passed by and bowed to him. Although they all said "I'm fine", there was always the illusion that they were trying to rip his coat off - Zhou Xiang cursed inwardly for looking down on others and turned to leave.

But he heard someone calling him.

"…Master?"

Ying'er, wearing a small cloak and carrying cakes, met him.

"Well, let me take a look at you."

Ying Er smiled lightly: "Why don't you go in if you don't want to see me?"

Zhou Xiang uttered a "hmm" and was about to refuse, but Ying'er grabbed his wrist and took him straight to the tobacco shop.

When the waiter saw Ying'er, he approached her with a playful smile and rolled his eyes: "Mr. Zhou, are you so fast?"

Ying'er blinked: "What's fast?"

The waiter brushed his sleeves and glanced at Zhou Xiang's pocket: "Uncle Zhou said he didn't bring enough money today, so he couldn't print out a bill..."

Zhou Xiang clenched his fist and cleverly held a soft hand.

"Mr. Zhou has given me all the money to use, so why should I spend my own money to buy tickets?" Ying'er raised her eyebrows and complained to the waiter, "You are so mean. One day I will put a bag on you and cut off your arms and legs."

He spoke these dangerous words in a soft voice, which made the tobacconist laugh so hard that he couldn't stop.

"Sister, do you still need to spend money?"

"Okay," Ying'er twisted her lips and tried to pull Zhou Xiang deeper into the restaurant, "Then we won't spend any money."

"No, no, no! Look at me, look at my stinky mouth...Sister, are you buying? Male or female?"

The so-called "male and female" refers to ordinary or refined pastes.

Of course, the public class soil is cheaper and is called "male"; the white class soil is not only refined, but also more difficult to obtain, and is several times more expensive, so it is called "female".

One cup of tea can cost dozens of coins. If you do it twice a day, it will be a lot of money in a month or so.

“Can I still buy a male one?”

Ying'er looked at him sideways, loosened her hand, covered it with a handkerchief and took out some silver from her embroidery bag: "White-skinned man, don't let the moon shine in front of my eyes this time."

The opium waiter held the silver and bowed again and again, then went to the counter to discuss and whisper with the long-bearded man, and tore off a fancy ticket and handed it over.

That's it.

"Sir, go inside, the room is still reserved..." The tobacco waiter became respectful again.

Zhou Xiang didn't even bother to glance at him. He snorted coldly and swung his pipe, hitting him on the crotch. He cried out in pain, but didn't dare to get angry.

The opium man's head was covered in blood, which was a bit scary.

A bloody disaster.

Don't remind him.

Entered the house.

Closed the door.

Ying'er put the cakes on the table and helped Zhou Xiang to bed.

Knead the ointment, make some tea, and arrange the snacks.

"…I'm a little tight on money lately."

Ying'er didn't respond, she lowered her eyes and fiddled with her handkerchief.

There was no movement for a long time.

"Why, are you worried that I'm short of money?"

“…Master.”

Ying'er fluttered her eyelashes and asked softly, "Take me with you."

Zhou Xiang didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"Take me away, and when I get home, Ying'er will serve me well every day..."

I heard it clearly this time.

"Where to go?"

He pretended not to understand.

He glanced at the fluttering black veil on the woman's head, and felt frightened no matter how he looked at it - the black symbolized an unknown omen, and the red represented a bloody disaster. Perhaps because he was hit on the head by a monster, by some strange coincidence, he had a pair of eyes that could see through life and death.

It is still unclear now which one dies faster, the blood red or the ink red?

Is there anything immortal?

An idea suddenly struck Zhou Xiang, and he suddenly turned over and went straight to the dressing mirror.

A face is reflected in the mirror.

Covering the face with a black veil.

Zhou Xiang was shocked and fell to the ground howling.

This action frightened the woman on the couch. She hurriedly put on her shoes, got down, and hugged the man's arm to support him.

Zhou Xiang panted and pointed at the mirror. "My destiny...My destiny..."

Although Ying'er was puzzled, she still comforted him gently: "Master has the best life."

…………

……

It was hard for Zhou Xiang to say whether his fate was good or not.

It's not good, but he is lucky to have this pair of eyes; it's good, but the "ink spots" on his head scared him so much that he dared not go in front of the mirror recently.

But it’s not a good idea to just wait for bad luck, so I might as well go for a stroll on the street every day and visit those wealthy families.

what is interesting is.

Those who came out of the rich house were all covered with purple gauze.

Red means bloody disaster, black means bad luck, what does purple mean?
Zhou Xiang couldn't explain why, and wasted two days for nothing, but he heard something important:
The two old guys who often chatted under the umbrella both got into trouble - it was the older son who leaked some information, and as a result, his old father, his tea friends, wife and children were all thrown into jail.

Said he couldn't get out.

It was exactly the color Zhou Xiang saw: black.

An unlucky color.

Ominous.

Followed by.

When I got home that day, I saw my wife squatting in front of the stove sighing again. After asking her carefully, I found out that her foot was hit by the dye vat and she was completely out of work.

Unlucky.

Black brings bad luck.

From this, Zhou Xiang guessed that perhaps his wife passed the bad luck to him.

So, with the cigarette coupons, he went to the restaurant every day, and he would not be angry if he did not see her - the black mark on Ying'er's body faded day by day. Since she brought it up again and again and Zhou Xiang avoided it again and again, the two of them had to reveal their cards.

Zhou Xiang’s reason was untenable, and Ying’er blushed for the first time.

"What fate?! I didn't know you believed in fate!"

Zhou Xiang leaned on the couch with a shy look on his face, turned around and faced his butt towards Ying'er.

"I have the money ready! It's not your expense! I just want a man to redeem me, so that I won't have to move around every day without any hope of survival..."

The hysterical woman was completely different from the gentle and charming woman she used to be.

She scared Zhou Xiang so much that he couldn't recognize her.

"You are unlucky. If you come to my side and infect me..." Zhou Xiang muttered.

Ying'er cried and laughed at the same time, sat down on the ground, sniffing: "Why do you need me to tell you? I know I have a bad fate. Just redeem me, won't it be all right?"

Zhou Xiang shook his head.

Since he had seen what happened to those two old fellas, he certainly didn't want to get himself into trouble.

The woman cried until her eyes were bloodshot: "...I even paid someone to break the leg of that disrespectful waiter! Zhou Xiang! Zhou Dalu! Is this how you treat me?"

After hearing this, Zhou Xiang shook his head even more firmly.

When I saw the young waiter covered in blood that day, I knew there would be a bloody disaster - this is what happened.

Did you agree?

"If you don't want me, you can't die in a tobacco shop," Ying'er gritted her teeth and stood up with the help of the table: "There is a man who drives a sports car for the master. He is very old and poor. But he is honest and loyal, and doesn't cause trouble. Zhou Xiang, I will wait for you for two days."

"Don't wait even a day."

Zhou Xiang immediately refused, shook his cigarette, stood up to leave, but caught a glimpse of the woman changing into a gauze dress.

There is some purple in the black.

I don't know when it changed and was infected, no more, no less.

This time.

Zhou Xiang finally understood.

Purple.

Noble.

This oriole is about to fly onto the branch!

Of course, of course.

If you give the master a sports car, maybe you can have a few words with him. If you have children, wouldn’t it be closer to him…

"I'll come and talk to you later!"