Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Chapter 42 Onmyoji

Jiang Chaosheng turned his gaze to Xie Ya: "Dead."

When the owner leaves Zero Antique Shop, all their memories will be erased.

From a more abstract perspective, it's no different from being dead.

"Dead?"

Evil Raven paused, a momentary sadness flashing in his eyes, but he sneered, "He's the shortest-lived manager I've ever seen, what a waste."

The Evil Raven was taken in by the first manager.

In other words, it had contact with four managers, including Li Qinglian.

Jiang Chaosheng glanced at Xie Ya.

This guy has a sharp tongue.

He said, "If he had brought you back from Pingchuan County earlier, you wouldn't have been cursed."

Xie Ya was stunned for a moment: "You, how did you know I was in Pingchuan County?"

Jiang Chaosheng chuckled and said, "You are just one of the taboos here."

""

The evil crow trembled.

It realized that there must be some forbidden items in this shop that could lead it to its location.

Ironically, it thought it had done everything perfectly and completely evaded the manager's capture.

The crow asked, puzzled, "Since he knew where I was, why didn't he capture me sooner?"

Jiang Chaosheng said, "He doesn't want to disturb your life in the Wang family."

The crow opened its mouth in astonishment, then closed it after a long while, and said sadly, "What a pedantic scholar."

Jiang Chaosheng pulled out a book and said as he read, "He said the same thing himself."

The raven stared at Jiang Chaosheng: "You might die even younger than that pedantic scholar."

Jiang Chaosheng raised an eyebrow: "How so?"

The evil crow sneered, "That pedantic scholar transferred all his curses onto you."

You're the most unfortunate guy I've ever seen.

Jiang Chaosheng didn't say anything and continued flipping through the book.

The raven continued its incessant chatter: "You're also the craziest manager."

They actually thought of manipulating buyers through the trading of forbidden items.

Tsk tsk tsk, the extraordinary Zero Manager is now meddling in the mundane world.

Do you know that a single misstep could lead to you being at odds with the entire world?

Jiang Chaosheng frowned.

Is the saying "a jinx" (or "crow's mouth") a derogatory term that originated from this?

"Is my home still there?"

I'm very tired today, I need to rest.

Contact me tomorrow if you need anything.

This is such a hassle.

I'll have to figure out a way to break the curse for you tomorrow.

"What can I do? I've been the caretaker of successive managers."

The crow, tired of its chatter, flapped its wings and flew towards the back hall.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out.

The raven's alarm bells blared, and it abruptly turned its head.

A jet-black scythe is shooting straight at me!

Its eyes were instantly filled with fear, and it quickly dodged away.

Even though they reacted quickly, a few black feathers were still cut off by the scythe.

The black feather fell to the ground and dissipated as wisps of black mist.

Xie Ya looked at Jiang Chaosheng in disbelief: "Do you know that you almost killed me just now!"

and also!

"Why would you carry a scythe with you, you madman!"

Throughout history, those who managed these forbidden items have regarded them as treasures, and even more so, they have regarded this living forbidden item as the most precious of treasures.

The unfamiliar face in front of me seemed completely different from the other managers.

Jiang Chaosheng looked up: "You talk too much. I prefer quiet."

Xie Ya clearly caught the murderous intent in Jiang Chaosheng's eyes.

He actually wanted to kill me!

Weren't we chatting fine just now?

How can there be such a capricious person?

Jiang Chaosheng closed the book and stood up: "Be careful next time, or I might kill you."

The evil crow swallowed hard, the saliva stuck in its throat: "Madman."

Jiang Chaosheng stepped out of the counter, walked to Xie Ya's side, picked up the Grim Reaper's scythe, and slowly said, "No, it should be Master."

""

The evil crow shuddered: "I understand, master."

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Jiang Chaosheng, gripping the Grim Reaper's scythe, walked back to the counter: "Watch your words in the future."

I'll let it slide since you've had some bad luck today.

There won't be a next time, understand?

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The raven's throat bobbed: "Understood."

Jiang Chaosheng continued reading to pass the time, and said, "Go to sleep."

66

South China Sea, Green Horse Manor.

Yang Xiao danced in the dilapidated banquet hall.

The movements were awkward and the dance was stiff, but the steps were on point.

No one in the room dared to criticize Yang Xiao's unsightly dance; they all kept their mouths tightly shut.

. . . . . .

The happier Yang Xiao danced, the more frightened they became; the atmosphere was too eerie.

Sun Jie clapped along to the beat, being very considerate.

"When you're with Yang Xiao, whatever you do can be understood as normal."

Over time, it gradually became a source of laughter.

After suppressing myself for so many years, after being oppressed by life for so many years, it's good to go crazy for life and be disgusted by the world.

Yang Xiao, with swan-like steps, came to the center of the room, grabbed Bai Litang's mangled corpse by the foot, and skipped towards the stage in the banquet hall.

Yang Xiao swept all the dishes off the chairman's table and placed Bai Litang's body on the table.

He danced with his feet, hummed a song, and started working with his hands.

They would roughly pry Bai Litang's ribs back, sometimes breaking two of them.

The ghostly figure transformed into needles and thread, mending Bai Litang's body.

Finally, Bai Litang's body looked intact.

Yang Xiao waved to the guests.

Like a stage magician preparing to perform magic.

No one applauded.

Yang Xiao jumped onto the table, placed his hands on either side of Bai Litang's head, and leaned down.

He opened his mouth wide, and a dark shadow shot out from it.

The ghostly figure entered Bai Litang's corpse, and Bai Litang's body began to move like a fully charged machine.

Yang Xiao has a strong learning ability.

After he saw the crow possess Bai Litang, he began to ponder this ability.

Yang Xiao figured out some of the tricks of the trade.

He can possess a corpse with a ghostly aura, causing the corpse to stand up again.

However, the resurrected corpses have no consciousness or memory, just like ordinary zombies.

Yang Xiao proudly gestured to the audience.

The audience members below the stage were pale, their eyes filled with fear.

Yang Xiao complained, "No romance whatsoever."

Yang Xiao snapped his fingers.

The audience, as if controlled by the ghost, began to applaud.

Yang Xiao has now become the conductor of the orchestra.

The left hand, wearing a ghostly glove, made random, haphazard gestures in the air.

The audience members collapsed to the ground or slumped helplessly onto the tables.

One by one, the shadows were pulled out by Yang Xiao, and then stuffed into his mouth by the Shadow Ghost Hand.

It devoured a large number of shadows once again, and the pain of tearing apart the soul was applied fiercely to Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao's eyes were wide open, and blood vessels were already visible in them.

"Ha, hiss—ha-i!"

He clutched his head, panting heavily, "I really am a little rascal for taking down so many people at once."

Yang Xiao jumped off the table and touched Bai Litang's zombie with his finger: "Burn this place down, then go to the police station to report it."

The zombie Bai Litang began its work, swaying unsteadily.

Just as Yang Xiao was about to leave, he heard a phone ring.

The ringtone came from Bai Litang's pocket.

Yang Xiao took his phone out of his pocket; it was a text message.

Mr. Bai, I am the assistant of the Onmyoji Seimei.

I'm afraid Lord Seimei won't be able to reach your residence anytime soon; I will arrive tomorrow.

You can explain the situation to me first, and I will report to Lord Seimei.

P.S.: Thanks for reading this far, guys!

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Um..

...The most dangerous spots are all in the early stages.

. . . . . . .

If you manage to eat all the poisonous spots in the early stages, then things will be much more comfortable later on.

Because I really like to build up the groundwork, I lay it out aggressively in the early stages and then unleash a burst of energy later on.

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