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

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The five followers of the Taiping Dao were all taken aback.

What does that mean?

How could he know about forbidden items?

"Your forbidden possession?"

After analyzing Jiang Chaosheng's words, the young man in the red robe suddenly realized:

"Are you the owner of that antique shop?"

I didn't expect you to be so young.

Although they each regarded the forbidden objects in their hands as their golden fingers, enjoying the special feeling of using them.

However, they knew who the true owner of these forbidden items was.

They mistook Jiang Chaosheng for Li Qinglian.

These people's ancestors had all traded with Li Qinglian, so they naturally assumed that Li Qinglian was an old man with a white beard.

but......

According to the words left by their ancestors, although the other side was very powerful, they respected, and even revered, these remnants of the Qing Dynasty.

Confident in their own fighting strength and emboldened by their own identities, they dared to boldly prepare to steal the flintlock pistol from the antique shop.

In an era when a down-on-his-luck prince was worse off than a dog, this antique shop owner was perhaps one of them.

The young man in red robes clasped his hands in greeting and said:

"May I ask if you are a member of the Eight Banners, sir?"

Jiang Chaosheng shook his head.

The old man with the long braid squinted his eyes.

If he was a person from that era, and not one of the Eight Banners...

He knows how to do this!

The old man with the long braid snorted coldly:

"You audacious lackey! Do you know who we are?!"

The old man with the long braid stepped forward and said rather arrogantly:

"I am a descendant of the Shumulu clan!"

As a subject of the Qing Dynasty, you should know to whom you are loyal.

The imperial court needs your flintlock pistol, you…”

Jiang Chaosheng pulled out the Grim Reaper's scythe from his lower back, his expression unchanged, as calm and undisturbed as an ancient well.

"In my eyes, you have only one identity: debtors."

I don't know if it refers to the debt owed to Zero Antique Shop, or something else.

The expressions of the Taiping Dao followers changed.

How come this is different from what our ancestors described?

Suddenly, the sound of a giant object piercing the air exploded in my ears.

The five Taiping Dao followers suddenly turned around and saw an octopus tentacle that kept growing bigger and thicker, hurtling towards them like a train!

"You bastard!"

Four members of the Taiping Dao sect grabbed the boy in the red robe and rolled him into a corner, where he kept his head down.

Tentacles flew over their heads, their hair and clothes fluttering in the wind.

They almost lost their heads.

The four Taiping Dao followers quietly looked up at Jiang Chaosheng at the back of the carriage.

They wanted to see how the antique shop owner would handle this offensive.

This will allow us to assess his combat capabilities.

Just a few days ago, they were thinking of going to the Zero Antique Shop, confronting the shopkeeper head-on, and stealing the flintlock pistol, or maybe some other items.

They wanted to see the true strength of the antique shop owner.

Half a second later, the pupils of the five Taiping Dao followers trembled!

Three large doors, engraved with mysterious runes, rose from the ground.

"boom!"

The octopus tentacles slammed into the gates of hell, creating a sound like thunder!

The followers of the Taiping Dao watched this scene in disbelief.

They couldn't stop the octopus monster's attacks at all.

They had initially thought the antique shop owner would use some means to evade the attack, but they never expected him to block it so easily!

"Click!"

"Click-clack!"

The sound of the door opening rang out.

Until the first gate to the underworld opened in their sight, Jiang Chaosheng rushed out of the gate, clutching the Grim Reaper's scythe.

His eyes were deep and cold, like the bottom of a thousand-year-old pool, and his trench coat fluttered in the air, creating an arc in the wind.

The train attendants resumed their work.

With eerie smiles on their faces, they rushed towards Jiang Chaosheng, repeating in unison:

"go back!"

"The cockpit is a restricted area; unauthorized personnel are not permitted to enter."

"go back!!"

Jiang Chaosheng remained calm and composed in the face of so many living souls.

His hands didn't stop moving; the Grim Reaper's scythe continued to swing.

The expressions of the five members of the Taiping Dao gradually changed from shock to horror.

They've been dealing with the train conductor for a long time.

Although the train attendants are not particularly strong, they are unlikely to die.

Even if their heads are cut off, they will put them back on their necks like building blocks and quickly regenerate.

But... where is the antique shop owner?

He was like a tiger among wolves; every time he swung the Grim Reaper's scythe, train conductors' arms, legs, and heads would be severed.

The train crew members' torsos were severed and could not be reattached.

Whether they are living souls or corpses, they are immortal and indestructible.

Neither physical attacks nor strange soul attacks can completely destroy them.

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Even the Grim Reaper's scythe, a super nemesis of souls, cannot kill a living soul.

But the Grim Reaper's scythe is, after all, the Grim Reaper's scythe.

It is the divine weapon used by the king who rules over the deepest hell, the most terrifying soul in the world—the Grim Reaper.

Even though the living souls were not killed, the Grim Reaper's oppressive power prevented them from restoring their bodies.

They lay scattered like broken, abandoned dolls across the medieval floorboards, their mouths still mechanically uttering:

"Go back, go back."

"No unauthorized personnel allowed..."

Seeing Jiang Chaosheng descend like a god of death, all the Taiping Dao followers kept their mouths tightly shut and even their breathing became quiet.

They disregarded their 'noble' status; their combat strength far surpassed theirs...

How dare they even think of trying to freeload at Antique Shop Zero?

Now they only hoped that Jiang Chaosheng would fight the octopus monster, and did not notice them, who were like ostriches.

"roar!!!"

Seeing his employee beaten like this, the coachman let out a furious roar.

The roar left a trace in the air, piercing and foul-smelling.

Jiang Chaosheng raised his right hand, which was gripping the scythe of death, to cover one ear, and with his left hand pulled out the flintlock pistol hanging at his waist, pulling the trigger at the coachman at sea.

"Bang! Bang bang!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"

The divine fire from Mount Olympus transformed into three bullets, piercing the air and shooting towards the sea coachman.

It has to be said that Jiang Chaosheng has a talent for firearms; that scarlet bullet was piercing between the six eyes of the sea coachman.

The sea coachman opened his disgusting, ugly mouth and spewed out a thick cloud of black mist.

The black fog is highly corrosive, enough to corrode any high-precision metal.

But it's useless against torture bullets.

And so, it hit the mark.

"roar!"

The coachman at sea clutched his head in agony, letting out cries of pain.

Jiang Chaosheng seized the opportunity and quickly approached, carrying the Grim Reaper's scythe.

When the coachman looked up, he saw the broken blade of Death's scythe right in front of his eyes.

It reacted quickly, its two octopus tentacles lashing out to wrap around the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The moment he touched the Grim Reaper's scythe, the sea coachman felt dizzy and his soul was being pulled wildly by an inexplicable force.

The coachman at sea couldn't help but kneel on the ground, raise his head, and open his six eyes wide with anger, letting out a piercing roar at Jiang Chaosheng:

"roar!!"

Jiang Chaosheng frowned, feeling as if he was about to go deaf.

He pointed his flintlock pistol at the head of the sea coachman, almost at point-blank range, and fired several bullets in quick succession, as if executing him.

"Bang bang bang!"

Strands of blood mist burst from the head of the sea coachman.

The sea coachman was injured, but it was clear that the injury was not fatal to him.

It frantically thinks about strategy.

The train was too cramped.

If it is aimed at the weak who can be completely crushed by it, the sea train can be considered the execution ground for the victims.

However, for a powerful figure like Jiang Chaosheng, who possesses many forbidden items, the sea train restricts his movements.

A strange spiritual fluctuation emanated from the sea coachman.

The doors of each carriage of the train opened.

The five Taiping Dao followers were overjoyed.

The door is open, which means we can leave.

Whether they were seafaring coachmen or antique shop owners, their fighting prowess far exceeded their expectations.

They wanted to escape quickly and plan for the future.

......

Inside the hard-seat carriage.

The passengers huddled tightly in their seats, covering their ears, their faces filled with fear.

They had no idea what was happening on the other side of the train.

Those roars filled them with fear and despair.

They instinctively sensed that it was the voice of a predator at the top of the food chain... no, a predator beyond their level of existence.

Just then, the train doors opened.

The car door that had imprisoned them for several days miraculously opened at that moment!

They were initially taken aback, then their faces lit up with surprise.

"The car door is open!"

"Hurry up!"

Passengers rushed to the open train doors.

But outside, everything was flooded, and looking up, the rain was pouring down.

The passengers abruptly stopped in their tracks.

Suddenly, someone saw a dark shadow fly out from the front of the car.

After the dark shadow touched the seawater, it transformed into a giant octopus with a thousand legs!

An octopus the size of a locomotive suddenly leaped up and stood upright in mid-air.

"roar!!"

With a roar, the arrival of the strongest being in the ocean was announced.

A terrifying pressure instantly covered the entire sea area!

The monster let out a piercing scream:

"Come out! Fight!"

The passengers stared at the sky in astonishment.

The mere appearance of this monster made their legs go weak.

What on earth angered it?