However, Zhao Youliang, who has long borne the burdens of life, has a very strong character.
After a moment, he regained his composure and his face was immediately filled with grief and indignation.
"Damn it, that stinky Taoist priest is so despicable! I even thought about taking care of him in his old age and seeing him off in his final days. Bah!"
"No way, even if I die, he won't have a good life!"
"Uncle Sun, do you know where that stinky Taoist priest went? Let's go find him and settle the score!"
Seeing Zhao Youliang's face full of grief and indignation, Manager Sun shook his head helplessly once again.
“Quantum, if you really signed the ‘Ghost Contract,’ then you can’t leave the shop’s vicinity for fifty miles.”
"Once you exceed this range, you will immediately attract a 'ghostly descent'."
"I can't say for sure how he'll perform."
"Then aren't we just like dogs, tied up here?!" Zhao Youliang's face grew even more grief-stricken upon hearing this.
Especially upon closer reflection, I realized I wasn't even as good as the big yellow dog.
After all, they've never been tied down and can happily "sow seeds" everywhere every day!
"This is so damn frustrating!"
The angrier Zhao became, the more he thought about it, and decided to go back immediately and burn the shop down!
Even if I'm doomed, I still want to disgust that scoundrel of a Taoist priest!
However, even this "simple and unpretentious" idea failed to come true: according to Manager Sun, Zhao Youliang's soul had already been sold to the paper-making shop.
In other words, the paper-making shop is now Zhao Youliang's second body.
Burning down the paper-making shop is tantamount to burning oneself.
We didn't notice it before because it was a matter of time.
After more than half a month of getting to know each other, especially after all that commotion last night, we've completely integrated now.
After saying this, Manager Sun, in order to convince Zhao Youliang, made him look in the mirror.
You won't believe it until you see it, and what you find will shock you.
Zhao Youliang noticed that a scar had suddenly appeared around his left eye, as if it were left from a severe burn he had suffered before.
But in Zhao Youliang's memory, his eyes had never been injured.
To be precise, I've never had any scars on my face!
"Holy crap, when was this done?! How could this happen?!"
Shopkeeper Sun sighed, "Was your shop window broken last night?"
Zhao Youliang was stunned: "It was broken, but it's healed on its own now..."
At this point, Zhao Youliang suddenly realized: the shop window was broken, leaving a scar over his eye.
No problem!
My teacher taught me in school: the eyes are the windows to the soul...
This means that not only can one not burn down the paper-making shop, but one must also carefully "serve" it.
If some unlucky kid accidentally smashes your window, your eyeballs might pop out...
Zhao Youliang was clearly unwilling to die like this.
To put it another way, who in the world is truly not afraid of death?
After all, there is great terror in the space between life and death...
"Uncle Sun, is there really no hope for us? Is 'giving up' the only option?!"
Faced with Zhao Youliang's eager expression and thinking of his kindness, Manager Sun hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up.
"Nothing in this world is absolute... everything has its limits. If you want to escape this calamity, the only way is to become a monk!"
"Find a true master to guide your spiritual practice!"
Upon hearing the words "become a monk," Zhao Youliang's expression immediately turned strange.
As a normal man, who would want to become a monk?
He didn't care about eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures; he was used to a life of hardship anyway.
But he wasn't interested in women... cough cough, although he never actually did, mainly because women his age didn't give Zhao Youliang a chance...
Manager Sun clearly saw through Zhao Youliang's little scheme, and shook his head with a smile as he spoke.
"Becoming a monk is not the only way to practice spiritual cultivation; it also includes becoming a Taoist priest or a shaman."
Speaking of shamans, Manager Sun immediately thought of that Gray Sixth Master.
"You have potential. As long as you can become a disciple of Sixth Master, you'll be saved!"
"You could even say that from now on, it will be difficult to die!"
Upon hearing that he wouldn't die, Zhao Youliang immediately perked up.
"I'm willing, I'm willing to become your apprentice!"
"Where does Uncle Sun, the Sixth Master, live? Let's go over there right now with gifts and kowtow to him!"
Manager Sun was just an "ordinary" coffin maker with black feet, so how could he know the whereabouts of the Gray Immortal, one of the Five Immortals of the Northern Kingdom?
Therefore, upon hearing this, he could only shake his head with a wry smile.
"There is a limit to everything; all matters of spiritual practice depend on fate."
"If there's no fate between us, no matter how much you beg Master Hui, it's all in vain!"
"Sigh, let alone someone of Sixth Master's status, even a slightly powerful shaman is extremely rare!"
Upon hearing what Manager Sun said, the flame of hope that had just been ignited in Zhao Youliang's heart was instantly extinguished.
"Fate? It's something you can only encounter, not seek!!"
"That's ridiculous! Uncle Sun, how am I supposed to 'meet' him? Do you think I'll meet him if I just sit on a small stool in front of the shop every day?!"
Watching Zhao Youliang's somewhat desolate figure as he left, Manager Sun sighed helplessly.
After sitting there for a moment, he slowly reached out and removed the gauze covering his eyes.
A pair of bright green eyes appeared in the mirror in front of Manager Sun, like the eyes of a cat in the dead of night...
"Sigh, the things in the paper-making shops are getting weirder and weirder."
"I only glanced at the old man and his eyes were filled with 'corpse mud,' turning him into this inhuman and ghostly state."
Corpse mud is the mud that covers the corpse, which Manager Sun applied himself while he was looking after the paper-making shop on a rainy night.
This is also one of the common methods used by ordinary people to see ghosts.
As he sighed, Shopkeeper Sun wrapped his eyes back up with gauze, then got up and walked toward Granny Wenmi's shop.
"Let's ask the old lady and see if she has any good ideas."
"It's one thing if the sludge from the corpse gets in my eyes, but if it gets into my brain, wouldn't I become a living corpse too...?"
Meanwhile, Zhao Youliang, back in his own shop, lay dejectedly on a rattan chair in front of the door, looking utterly defeated.
What's the point of not giving up? We don't have many days left to live anyway.
Thinking of his short lifespan, Zhao Youliang suddenly stood up from the rattan chair, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the steamed bun shop across the street.
He walked and shouted loudly.
"Uncle Gangtou, give me a ten-yuan wallet and a big bowl of tofu pudding today, no braised meat!"
Upon hearing this, the steamed bun shop owner assumed that Zhao Youliang had heeded his advice and was now eating less salt.
So he immediately agreed with a smile and told Zhao Youliang to go inside and get the steamed buns himself.
Little did he know that this was nothing more than a dying man wanting a full meal.
Just as Zhao Youliang was wolfing down his food and thinking about calling his adoptive father to "let him know he was safe," he suddenly realized that someone had sat down opposite him.
This person was the only death row inmate who was not "used" by the sorcerer, and was a descendant of the so-called "inner circle" old monster.
I don't know why it came back to life.
Although his face was ashen and his eyes were sunken, he looked like a dried-up corpse.
Even the bullet holes left from the execution still oozed yellow brain matter.
It was just that his hat covered it, so outsiders couldn't see it.
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