evil tycoon

Leaving the country, Jing County, Zhengqi Street.

At the front of the many coffin and funeral shops is a shop called "Peaceful General Store".

As darkness fell, shops on the street gradually closed their doors.

In the general store.

A young man, chewing on dried meat, mumbled, "Xiao Ping'an, I'm leaving. If you can't hold on any longer, lock the door and rest."

"Okay, Ming-ge, be careful too," Han Ping'an replied from behind the counter.

"rest assured."

Gu Ming waved his hand and strode out of the general store, closing the door behind him.

The shop fell silent instantly.

The dim candlelight flickered slightly, casting indistinct shadows of the shelves, counters, and goods inside the shop on the wall.

If you consider that this street is home to almost half of Jingxian's funeral coffin businesses, it becomes even more frightening.

Han Ping'an stared at the candlelight, glancing occasionally at the tightly closed shop door, his face showing a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.

Although he had been working here for almost four years, this was his first night doing business as someone who had been transported here by a large force.

He arrived the day before yesterday.

The night before last, there was a battle between martial artists and demons outside. The original owner of this body was disturbed and couldn't get up.

This general store seemed unremarkable, but upon reviewing my memories, I was surprised to discover that it was actually a shady business.

The grocery store was just a cover.

The real business is to buy goods regardless of their cleanliness or type, as long as they have value.

It's similar to the black market.

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The shopkeeper's name is Gu Ping'an, and Gu Ming, who just went out to find "customers," is Gu Ping'an's nephew.

He was the only outsider.

Logically speaking, an outsider like him shouldn't be in this shop, let alone know so much.

Four years ago, the original owner fled here with refugees. He choked and was mistaken for dead. The yamen runners carried dozens of unclaimed corpses here, intending to bury them on the nameless slope behind Zhengqi Street.

The shop assistants and managers of many shops on Zhengqi Street all offered their help.

Just then, Gu Ping'an was holding the original owner, and the breath he had been choking on suddenly came out, as if he had been brought back to life.

When Gu Ping'an asked, he was surprised to find that the original owner was also named Ping'an. Feeling a sense of destiny, he took the original owner in at the general store.

Because of the hardships and dangers of his journey, he was too weak to practice martial arts, so he worked as a shopkeeper and bookkeeper in a general store.

Four whole years.

The original owner was content and grateful, and in the third year, he was told the truth about the general store.

Han Ping'an was quite apprehensive upon arriving.

He was very annoyed to learn that evil spirits were causing trouble and that he was unable to practice martial arts.

But there's no use being upset; you can only accept reality.

Fortunately, the general store was not simple; Gu Ming was a martial artist, and Gu Ping'an seemed to be quite strong as well.

Over the course of four years, Gu Ping'an and his nephew came to regard the original owner as one of their own, and were able to use him for protection.

"I wonder if anyone will come tonight?"

My heart was filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, with a hint of excitement.

What kind of experience is this in my past life?

Those who grow up in a stable and peaceful environment are more likely to feel a strong urge to break free from constraints and act freely when suddenly transported to a different world.

At the same time, a deep sense of regret lingered in my heart; it would have been even better if I could have practiced martial arts.

Boom! !

The sudden knocking startled Han Ping'an, who immediately stood up from his chair.

The violent reaction caused the candlelight to flicker in the wind.

The reflection of the shelves on the wall swayed, which was unsettling.

Han Ping'an's heart was in his throat. He pursed his lips tightly and felt the hairs on his body stand on end. For a moment, he forgot how the original owner of the body used to deal with such situations.

Bang bang bang! !

Is anyone home?

The knocking and shouting resumed.

Han Ping'an returned to reality, swallowed hard, and forced himself to calm down.

"Please come in."

Crunch!

A person pushed open the door and entered. First, a shadow darted diagonally across the room, its shadow stretching extremely long.

The person was dressed in black, wearing a hood, and only half of his nose and mouth could be seen, as well as his thin build.

"Welcome to Ping An General Store. May I ask what you need?"

Han Ping'an pressed his body against the counter, one hand supporting himself on the wooden cabinet. Beneath his calm voice was the tension in his body and the uncontrollable twitching of his muscles.

As the man in black approached step by step, he felt an inexplicable pressure and involuntarily held his breath.

The man in black first took out a talisman and placed it on the table.

"This is a token."

Memories flood back.

This amulet is a token given out by the general store. Anyone can buy or sell things at the general store, but if it involves stolen goods of dubious origin, this token is required.

Safety charms are very common, but there are a few subtle details on the safety charms that shops give out.

This person is here to sell stolen goods.

In a flash, Han Ping'an picked up the peace talisman and carefully compared it. The details matched perfectly. Then he put down the peace talisman and looked at the other party.

The hooded man pulled something out of his pocket again.

A piece of jade, entirely bluish-black in color.

"This is Yin jade. Could you please estimate its value?"

"it is good."

Han Ping'an raised an eyebrow, his mind instinctively flooded with relevant knowledge. Although the original owner was an ordinary person, he had spent nearly four years in the general store, and with the shopkeeper and Gu Ming teaching him step by step, he had accumulated a wealth of experience.

I can usually tell a thing or two from ordinary things.

This Yin Jade is no ordinary object, but don't forget what the Funeral Street is for.

This type of thing is actually quite common here.

He bent down and rummaged through the cabinet for a while, then took out a small box.

Open the box, and inside is a roll of ink thread.

This is a specially made ink line that can react to evil spirits such as yin energy and corpse energy.

"Please wait a moment."

As the four words left his mouth, Han Ping'an, reflecting on his experience with this path, felt his inner tension and anxiety almost dissipate, and his expression became focused.

He picked up the Yin Jade, its touch icy cold. After gripping it tightly for about five breaths, the icy chill penetrated his skin to the bone.

Han Ping'an was startled; the Yin energy within this Yin jade was extraordinary.

Just based on this feeling alone, this jade is worth six or seven taels.

Immediately, he skillfully unwrapped the ink thread and wrapped it around the jade, one, two, three... until he had wrapped it five times.

After doing all this, Han Ping'an picked up the Yin Jade with the ink thread and slowly placed it above the candle flame, half a foot above the flame.

Unexpected.

The candle flame flickered violently, as if blown by the wind.

But the door was tightly closed, and neither of them spoke or moved. Where did the wind come from?

This miraculous scene left Han Ping'an speechless.

Immediately following.

The ink lines on the jade emitted an indescribable stench, and the ink lines also made a faint "crackling" sound, showing signs of breaking.

Swish!

Han Pingan decisively pulled it back and quickly placed it on the table. Upon closer inspection, he found that all five ink lines showed signs of breakage.

It was among the best of the such items he had ever come into contact with.

He took a deep breath, looked up at the hooded man, and said, "This jade is valued at thirteen... thirteen taels in our shop."

"This kind of thing is hard to sell."

Han Ping'an originally wanted to ask for eighteen taels, but after hesitating for a moment, he chose to lower the price instead, which is a tradition.

"make a deal."

To my surprise, the hooded man was incredibly straightforward; he didn't even try to bargain.

To the other party, the item was probably free; it might be worth a little money, but it's enough that someone wants it.

Han Ping'an was overjoyed; he had struck it rich.

This kind of thing is indeed not easy to sell, but the shopkeeper must have some connections.

He quickly counted out thirteen taels of silver and handed them to the other party.

The hooded man turned and left.

Watching the other person leave, Han Ping'an let out a breath and looked at the Yin Jade on the table, somewhat incredulous.

The first order was placed just like that.

As expected.

It felt pretty good.

He quickly went out and locked the door, then returned behind the counter, removed the ink line, picked up the jade and examined it: "If someone really needs this, I can sell it for at least twenty or thirty taels."

"Tell Ming-ge...what the hell?"

Snapped!

Han Ping'an's wrist trembled, and he was so startled that he stumbled backward and pressed himself against the wall, causing the Yin Jade to fall onto the table.